The Musafir
Balian
The SHADOW that turned out to be an old man gasped for breath when it reached near them.
Mantingan noticed the look of the grandfather from top to bottom. He carried a short, glittering kelewang. A long cloth of some kind of shawl was wrapped around his waist. The clothes he wore were very concise, just a wire, it seemed that the grandfather was in such a hurry to come to this beach. His wrinkled face, eaten at that age, looked crimson, indicating that he was very angry.
“Basic people Javadvipa do not know themselves! Die to you!”
Without further ado, the old man began to swing his leeway blindly while continuing to curse with a language that the Mantangan really could not recognize.
Because the old man also attacked him, Mantingan chose to immediately move away from the six armed men kelewang real - in fact the thief, Mantingan, of course in the hope that the old man would stop attacking him and choose to attack them only.
But in reality, Mantingan actually became the only party attacked. The grandfather continued to chase after him with dangerous swings of malleability. Mantingan soon realized that he had made a very wrong calculation, because of course the grandfather would choose to attack him who was alone and with a handicap of the hand, because of course the grandfather would choose to attack him who was only alone and with a handicap of the hand, instead of having to attack the six bloodthirsty robbers armed with the kelewang.
The mantan continues to step back, but not the slightest bit of himself flashing or stuff just using the science of lightening the body, but not the least, because how the eyes of the martial people are very observant to be able to see a swordsman who despite being disguised as a layman has no silat at all.
So even though he was in a very dangerous situation for his life, Mantingan abstained from using martial arts, at least until he really understood the rules of the unwritten trial in Suvarnadvipa.
“Mr, relax!” The mantan said while stepping back. “Light is not part of those thieves!”
The old man stopped in the end, but his eyes still implied high alertness. “Then why do you talk like a Javadvipa?”
“Because it is the danger of Javadvipa, Mr.” Mantingan said calmly, before exclaiming loudly, “awas at the back, Mr!”
The old man did not look behind him despite being commemorated like that, but he knew very well that the six thieves had attacked him from behind! So he rolled forward as quickly and as far as possible until he even passed the Mantingan in front of him.
The overbearing mantle that had been in a dangerous position immediately drew the sword at his waist to fend off the ferret swung by the enemy. Although really not used to playing the sword with the left hand, Mantingan managed to make the opponent sluggish.
Other thieves also attack, which is quite easy also all attacks are repelled by Mantingan. The six rogues had launched attacks alternately, but none of the attacks landed on Mantingan's body.
The six rogues then decided to jump backwards, taking a safe distance with the Mantingan.
“She's a swordsman?!” One of the robbers asked with one-two breaths.
“Not, have I felt no inner energy at all on him!” The chief responded quickly. “He is a skilled warrior! Let's back off now, come back anytime! Come!”
The six rogues ran away leaving Mantingan after spitting into the sand of the beach. The old man behind Mantingan was intent on chasing, but the Mantingan immediately held him back from doing so.
“No need to chase them, Mr.” Manten turned his face towards the person with a faint smile. “If you pursue them, then I really can not help, given my circumstances like this.”
“Ah, this child is definitely the young man my grandson mentioned! Forgive this selfless me for directly attacking you without wondering first. My name is Tapa Balian, people used to call me Uncle Balian, an iron forger from Balian Valley.” The old man said with concern. “You saved my grandson and myself, come to my house for your love quickly.”
The man thought for a moment. Consider a few things. Before answering respectfully, “Bapak, I am a stranger from Javadvipa who was stranded on this beach, you can call me Mantingan. It would be something very troublesome for you if you had to accommodate a stranger like myself.”
“Ah, that's not a problem. It is precisely a great honor for me to welcome the Javadvipa people who come friendly to this island. Come, Son of Mantingan, there is no need for you to feel shy!”
The old man who called himself the Tapa Balian stepped up first, as if he would not accept rejection again. The man smiled and followed him from behind.
“In eastern Suvarnadvipa there are many thieves who inhabit, Anak,” said Tapa Balian again began their conversation. “What a shame to myself and to the people of this island. Newcomers are not welcomed with flowers and sweets, precisely with lewdness and cursing. Forgive me, but it's like this.”
“Truly I feel very bad if you apologize to me like this. The situation in Javadvipa was almost no change.” Mantingan said with a really bad feeling.
“Ah, yes. I heard that the Tarumanagara in Javadvipa has settled the insurgents who messed up. It is mentioned that a man dubbed as Mantingan has become a great hero for Tarumanagara after his lunge in eradicating the rebels.” Tapa Balian turned to Mantingan. “Is that hero you?”
Mantingan smiled awkwardly and replied without lying, “Quite a lot of names Mantingan in Javadvipa, Mr. Balian.”
“So, the Man Hero is one of the many people named Mantingan?”
The mantan nodded his head slowly.
“Then, what a pity. As a hero, his name has been so common, not to mention certainly will be very many names of Mantingan in the future.” Tapa Balian mangosteen. “Indeed in Javadvipa, what does the name Mantingan mean?”
“Mantingan means dings, Mr.” Mantingan.
“Ah, yes. I know that word, Javadvipa people who order metal to me often say ‘bantingan’ on his weapon, which can also mean as ‘bangingan’.”
The mantle frowned. Isn't the word “bantingan” a word that has become so common that its flavors don't need to be discussed?
“Does the language here differ from Malay, Mr?” The mantingan decided to ask rather than have to keep his curiosity, without knowing when the taste would be resolved.
“Di Suvarnabhumi, the Malay language used is quite different from the one in Javadvipa,” said Tapa Balian without showing the slightest objection to explain at length to Mantingan.
