The Musafir

Rara's Death

The mantan enters the main road. Although it is called as the main road, but actually this road is very quiet. The road is not wide either.

The mantang enjoys the sights and sounds around it. Coconut trees, shrubs, and seabird screeches.

But there was a strange sight. The mantan saw the black shadow not far from where he was walking. At first Mantingan thought that he had just misjudged it, but the luster of the shadow appeared once again. The mantan began to be wary, considering the swordsmen could move at such speed.

Not just two, the prowess was passing through again and again! The direction of going those shadows is towards the beach. Counted there are ten shadows flashing towards the beach.

The mantelan began to consider various possibilities. Is it possible that they are warriors with a secret interest? There are so many warriors who do not appear to a wide audience, which means they have a secret task and certainly do not want to be known in general.

There was also the possibility that they were hostile to Mantingan and were about to kill him. But Mantingan felt that it was not true, because the shadows just passed nearby without any intention of harming the Mantan.

Mantingan's move came to a halt as he thought of the third possibility. His breathing was irregular and his heart was racing fast.

Is it possible that the ten of them were Land Lodging warriors who were about to kill Birawa? Didn't Birawa also go home fighting?

Not much thought, Mantingan immediately ran hard towards the beach. He took off his heavy bundle so as not to slow down his running speed, no matter if the bundle was found by someone else.

The mantang quickly reached the shoreline. Once again, he saw a beautiful sight before him, but not even Mantingan glanced at the beauty. His feet continued to step, bringing his body towards the Birawa mansion.

From far away and from the direction of Birawa house, Mantingan can see the smoke soaring. His heart paused for a moment so surprised. Fear crawled to the ends of the hair.

The closer Mantingan to the Birawa house, to look also the shape of the middle-aged man's house whose form is no longer the same.

True according to the worst guess Mantingan. Birawa's house is on fire! The red flames devoured him greedily, creating a black smoke that soared. The mantel's knees were limp, but the Coats again ran towards the house.

It was the fresh scent of the sea breeze that Mantingan breathed, but now the scorched aroma that he breathed. The heat of the fire was so felt in his skin. How sad his heart was.

Arriving in front of the Birawa house, Mantingan's steps stopped.

“Rara! Arka!” call him.

There was no reply, Mantingan began to surround the house.

“Not ... no ... NO!”

Manten really could not believe what he was seeing at the moment. From the look of his eyes was completely incredulous. It was as if Mantingan was looking at the full moon that suddenly broke into pieces.

He kept telling himself not to believe the three bodies in front of him were breaking down. There's no way Birawa failed to protect those two women, this is what Mantingan had in mind. Birawa was a great warrior, there was no way this could happen! The mantle refused to believe.

But who is he trying to lie to? Look in front of him, three bodies were crumbling down on the ground. Their eyes closed. It was clear that the three bodies were not asleep when the house next to it was burning violently. And who sleeps with wounds and blood?

It's not wrong that he saw. Those are Rara, Arkawidya, and Birawa!

“KEPARAAAT!!!”

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Mantingan stared at the flames of the three pancakas in front of him. Only from the three pancakas was the source of illumination in the darkness of the night. But this fire was not able to drive away the darkness in Mantingan's heart.

This time he really broke his heart. What a truth he had to accept that Rara had been killed. But he must believe it, even if he cannot accept it.

Why can't he accept Rara's death? The answer is only one: it is unfair.

Who killed Rara is unknown to Mantingan. Maybe Rara doesn't know who killed her. Doesn't that mean Rara died curious?

The mantan cannot accept Rara's death. The mantel cannot just let it go. Not only did the Mantingan not leave Rara's body unkempt, but the Mantingan also would not let Rara's death just like that.

Mantingan will demand calculation on the person who did this to Rara. And will Mantingan fair his fair share. What loomed inside his head was lives paid for.

Slowly the Mantingan took out a short piece of pontoon from within his coffers. He looked back with strange strokes on it, as he remembered Ki Dagar's speech.

“Take this throw, and go to White Wind College if you change your mind.”

This time Mantingan completely changed his mind not to play rough. If he could not protect his loved ones, then what good would he have to live on earth? The mantle squeezed the short palm in her hand, remembering that she had no power to protect Rara.

In vain he hoards feelings for Rara, if in the end he can not protect her, and make his feelings are in vain.

The pancaka wood started to run out, that's when the fire dimmed little by little. Mantingan picked up a small ceramic jug he had obtained behind the rubble of Birawa's house.

Mantingan took the ashes of Rara's corpse and carefully stored them into a jug. He closed the jug tightly. The mantle ties the rope to a small pitcher the size of the thumb, so that it can tie the jug containing Rara's ashes around his waist or strap, he can make it as a necklace too, he can make it as a necklace, the most important thing is that Rara is always close to him.

While the ashes of Arkawidya and Birawa were stalled into the sea. It's not that he didn't want to carry their ashes in a jug like Rara did. Mantingan felt that the two of them were indeed supposed to be waded into the sea, returning to nature.

While Rara has the desire to always follow Mantingan in his adventure, but he does not want to trouble Mantingan. So now Mantingan brought Rara's ashes together in his journey, and Mantingan swore he would not feel emboldened by Rara's presence nearby.

If only he could turn back time, Mantingan would force Rara to join his wanderings and embrace him at all times. Telling me about his feelings a million times. But will that hope come true?

He could not turn back time. But regret could always be twisted inside his head. And memories can always be played whenever he wants.

The mantle pitted, staring intently at the moon and stars above it. It was enough that all day he was dissolved in grief and the roar of tears. Now it's time for a Mantingan to change! Now is the time for retaliatory prosecution!