The Musafir

Suvarnabhumi

MANTINGAN felt his face like it was being torn apart by something that felt small and sharp. Reacting only to his short-sighted instincts, the Mantingan jumped up from his sleep.

But after he finished his gaze, Mantingan saw no one around him. Just gray sand, forests far away, and gray sea water too. It's on the beach!

Mantingan then lowered his gaze, finding some crabs that raised their claws upwards as if challenging. Apparently, they were the ones who had awakened the Mantan.

The young man who had just regained consciousness tried to stroke his face which had just been clipped by crabs, but then realized that he had lost his right arm.

Mantingan then sighed in such a long way, throughout his fortitude in accepting this fate of nothing.

However, Mantingan was neither angry, nor cursed, nor did he regret. After killing more than thousands of warriors, losing one hand could be considered a deserved punishment even less.

The mantan then moved to take the Savrinadeya Sword that was lying just like that on the beach. A boon that the sword was stranded nearby after a long time adrift in the middle of the ocean.

Mantingan now looked at the sword more closely, because before he had not had time to examine the sword thoroughly.

Savrinadeya handle is made of shiny wood, which is veined and twisted in such a way without a clear shape, like taken directly from the trunk of the tree without having been carved or carved in the slightest.

The blade is silvery, glittering reflected by sunlight in the central horizon. Unlike the blade of the Sword Kiai Kedai which is jet black until it reflects only a little sunlight, and of course the material used to make it is a special and special item; so this Savrinadeya Sword looks like a sword blade mostly made of iron metal only, or at least steel.

This sword is not equipped with a sheath anyway, because the Unnamed Woman does not give or if it seems to carry the sheath of the sword. While after being tossed in the middle of the ocean without being protected by anything, it is impossible if the blades of Savrinadeya do not splash seawater that can make metal rust quickly.

Manten felt the need to clean his Savrinadeya Sword as quickly as possible, but he did not have a clean cloth or anything else to be able to clean it.

The bundle had been soaked; and the sea water even seeped and soaked the things inside.

Even today, the Mantingan is chest-ridden. His robe has been given to the Angel of the North River as a body cover and as well as a memento.

After remembering about the girl, somehow Mantingan felt a pain that felt very deep, so deep that he could not know where the exact location of the pain.

Mantingan also found a void in his mind, which if the emptiness could not be filled by anyone but the North River Angel.

But however, Mantingan felt that the North River Angel would never visit Javadvipa again after all that happened. And even if it did come back one day, the woman would never belong to him.

Pham Lien, she was the daughter of the king of Champa, who was about to be married to the son of the king of Funan. If Mantingan wants to compete, then it is very heavy competition. And how love in the state is always a state of affairs as well. Love is not love, but the interests of the country.

But despite everything, did Mantingan really want the Northern River Angel to be his? After knowing that the shadow of Rara that always tickled him was not the real figure of Rara's spirit, but the figure of the Unnamed Woman who had changed the appearance of herself to resemble Rara, who was a woman who had changed her appearance, Mantingan finds it hard to betray her love for Rara.

“Rara.” The mantan whispered softly while holding Rara's jug of ashes around her neck. “Pardon me ... I have killed you.”

Isn't it true about what the Manten whispers about? Wasn't the death of Rara, Arkawidya, and Uncle Bala caused by his talent to become a black hero, so that the three people were deliberately killed so that the embers of his anger were tethered until he decided to tread the path in the middle of the jungle of martial arts?

Thinking of Rara and the Angel of the North River, the two women who are actually very much loved even in love that each is different, makes Mantingan feelings more painful. Be that young man strung his bundle to his back as well as shone a sword on the belt before starting to walk away.

As for the wound on his arm, Mantingan had drained so much pranic energy that the wound had dried up quickly. Now it doesn't feel too painful.

Mantingan's steps came to a halt when he heard the sound of screaming for help. Soon without waiting any longer, Mantingan closed his eyes and planted the Science of Hearing Dew Drops. But a moment later, Mantingan opened his eyes again. How he knew that the voice was so close to him!

Seen a girl who ran the ridge from the forest boundary to the beach. Every now and then the boy glanced back with a look of fear, clearly a sign that he was being pursued by something that should be dangerous and precarious.

A moment later from the same spot, some adults chased after the child by lifting a long lemongrass up into the sky!

Thinking that how unfair if the girl had to fight many armed adults alone, Mantingan decided to intervene even though he did not know the right sitting.

Even though he knows that it is very rude to make trouble with a stranger in a foreign land on his first day, but Mantingan of course could not stand still and saw the girl end up with a poor fate.

With just a single shot of prowess, Mantingan arrived within a distance of a few spears from those people. His sudden appearance had of course surprised all of them, who immediately stopped his footsteps.

The mantans stared at them one after another flatly. In total there were six burly men. Although there are some people who have reached the age of parobaya, but none of them are warriors.

Beating them should be much easier than turning one palm over.

“Hai, the stump! Who are you to dare to block our steps?!”

The mantel raised his eyebrows. At first he thought that the language used by the people in Suvarnadvipa would be very different from the language used in Javadvipa, namely Malay mixed regional languages, but in fact they are the same.

Of course Mantingan thought that this was very good, because then he was able to negotiate with them to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. The mantan tried to jut down with one hand, although it felt very sad for him.

“Brothers, this low danger comes from Javadvipa after being adrift for so long in the middle of the ocean. It seems that Sahaya has lost almost every memory, including the name of his own shahaya. So forgive if your question can not I give an answer that if it can satisfy.”

“Heh? You call me that name? Is this your brother or what?!”

The mantel took a deep breath. “Alright, what are you going to call?”

“Wah, really don't know manners!” One of them pulled the end of the bar. The backward mantle seemed to feel trepidation, although in his mind he did not feel any excitement. It was all his might to hold back his laughter.

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