The Musafir

The Story of Young Travelers

Mantingan bought his eyes. A million words wanted to be taken out, but why did his lips feel clamped?

“But how is the end of the story? Will they be married and happy forever?”

“Honey, the end of the story has not been written. And wouldn't it be very unpleasant if I told you the end of the story?”

In a meaningful gaze, the old woman selling the fairy tale glanced at Mantingan who was still mute in silence.

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“Kina is very curious about her story, it would be great if Kina could have it ...”

“Well then, wait a minute here. I'll get it soon.”

WHEN the old woman walked into the room in her shop with a bent back, it was immediately that Mantingan slipped out of his entanglement.

The glance of the North River Angel which turned out to be a surprise in the look in his eyes.

The mantel then looked around. He only realized that compared to other shops around, the store that sells fairy tales is very very quiet. Other than the four of them, there were no other visitors in this store.

Although it is true that the story of the essay is usually not favored by the wider community, but it is very impossible if there are really no other visitors in this store, he said, given how the auction that has just been completed presents more literary books, among which there are several books of writings. Of course it invites the fans of the book of essays to come to the Port of White Wind.

This whole thing feels so weird. The peculiarity lies not only in this fairy tale shop, but also in the old woman who owns it!

How the man had just mentioned the story of a young wanderer who was looking for a rare flower to give to a queen who had commissioned it.

Is it just an accident? Mantingan remember that there are still many rare flowers in Dwipantara. Even Kembangmas is not suitable if it is called a rare flower, because ordinary people consider the flower as part of a fairy tale only, which never really existed in the face of the world.

Moreover, Kenanga did not seem like a queen at all. The style of dress is very simple, like just a robe that is usually worn by the nuns. The house is too simple, though grand but not luxurious. And his character is very far from the character of a nobleman who usually takes care of himself alone can not afford ....

Mantingan was eager to assume that the fairy tale had inadvertently resembled his life history, if only the old woman had not cast a meaningful glance at him.

The only way to find out is to ask the grandmother directly, or by reading a fairy tale about a young traveler looking for a rare flower to then give it to a queen who has assigned it. Whatever the price, Mantingan will still buy it!

The grandmother came back from her room with a palm that looked very neat and shiny. His back was still bent and his path was still limping.

The grandmother poked the paw out to Kina, who immediately received the child with so much zeal.

Mantingan took his breath, preparing to say without stammering, “What's the price, Mommy?”

A sentence that came out of his mouth was very burdensome, because however the mind of Mantingan was still shaken.

“The price is just a piece of gold, enough to replace the time and energy wasted as this old woman tries to make up a fairy tale.”

The mantan reached into the pockets of his coffers and took out ten pieces of gold. “The story I made must have been amazing. Forgive me if I consider two pieces of gold too cheap to pay for this story.”

The mantan gulped his saliva as he stuck out the ten gold pieces in his hand to the grandmother of the seller and the author of the tale. Not a large amount for him, but it was very hard for him to say many words in front of the strange grandmother.

“Hihihihi, you are very understanding to this poor author like myself, Son.” While laughing amusedly, the grandmother received the money from Mantingan's hands. “This old woman will not refuse blessings, hihihihihi!”

The laughing mantan nervously responds to that person's laughter which can be said to be quite terrible too if heard for too long.

“I really hope Mom writes a continuation of the fairy tale, surely I will be the first to buy it.”

The laughter of the old woman faded. “No. Don't you ask me.”

“For it is not me who will continue that fairy tale,” he replied.

“Then to whom will I ask?”

“Do not ask anyone, because you will not get the answer at all.”

The forehead of the mantle is increasingly wrinkled, until it appears that both eyebrows are almost linked together. “Why else wouldn't I get the answer, Mother? Wouldn't that story be no follow?”

“It's true that there's a continuation. But no one can write it right, not myself. You want to know why?”

“Why?”

“Because the young traveler has not completed his adventure!”

The old woman's words succeeded in immediately surprising the North River Angel, Cana, and Kina who had been listening to the conversation between the two.

But it seemed that Mantingan was not surprised at all, the young man smiled gently.

“Good. I hope you can write the story of the young wanderer if his adventure is complete.”

“Hihihi! If I am old enough! Hihihihihihi!”

“We permission to withdraw. May you extend her age!”

After saying that, Mantingan also invited Bidadari Sungai Utara, Cana, and Kina to . The amused laughter of the fairy tale seller woman accompanied their increasingly distant steps.

“Old granny, you have endangered me.” A young woman dressed in all yellow suddenly appeared in front of the shop with an unsightly look.

“He? What did I do to you?” The old granny threw a big smile at the young lady.

“You almost showed the end of the story.”

“Cannot be. If I myself do not know how the story of the traveler ends, then how do I tell him the end of the story?”

“Not at this time nor in our time, you are equally irritating.” The young lady snorted sharply before walking away from the fairy tale seller's shop.

“Hihihi. Old bastard, are you going to leave that thing here to show off? Hihihihi!” The grandmother laughed loosely as her hand pointed at a thin golden object that was lying just like that on the side of the road in front of her shop.

The young woman turned around, snorting sharply, before finally moving to pick up the object pointed at by the grandmother.

“Be careful! That young man will definitely find you! HIHIHIHIHI!”

“I'll see the struggle, old man who can only make up stories!” The young woman walked away while waving her hand.

No one in the crowd noticed them. Or rather, those people could not see them.

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