The Musafir

Villages and Children of England

No one else will be a close person for Mantingan as long as he still has not completed the calculation with Rara's killer. And no one will be able to be a dearest to the Mantingan as long as he is not strong enough to protect them.

So now, in the diner, Mantingan was indifferent. To anyone, he only spoke as necessary.

It had been a week since Rara's murder, but Mantingan really could not forget that event in the least. And it has been too far along the coast of Birawa house with its current location, in one of the cities of Pura Dalem region.

A simple store that is very dusty, so is the food that is bland and rotten. Mantingan still ate all the food he ordered without thinking about the slightest taste.

During this week, Mantingan got information about the existence of White Wind College located in the Mount Kubang region. Mantingan obtained the information from one of the silat students he met.

White Wind College is a college that is difficult to find its existence. Either because of the masquerade sirens they put up or because the college never existed. But the intersection says that the college exists, but deliberately hides itself.

It is not known what type of White Wind College is, but many suspect that the college is white.

To reach Mount Kubang, Mantingan must pass one more region, namely Purwakerta.

Many obstacles that he faced on the journey, as well as sadness that still can not be left Mantingan as a whole, so that the journey time is much longer.

His food supply was running low, Mantingan chose to buy food in roadside shops.

“Child ...”

Mantingan raised his gaze, looking at a skinny grandfather in shabby clothes in front of him. The man was holding a stick and a coconut shell. It is clear that he is a beggar.

The man was about to speak, Mantingan gave him a chance to speak.

“Sahaya has nothing but clothes on this body, sticks, and coconut shell. While the Child, Sahaya see carrying a lot of goods and the body of the Child also looks healthy fit, whether it can be dangerous to ask a little...”.

Before the man finished his words, the Mantingan had already thrown a piece of silver into the coconut shell. That's change, consider break even if Mantingan wants to drive the person away so as not to interfere with his eating. Also to a person like that grandfather, a piece of silver was already extremely precious.

“Child, thank you! Thank you!” The beggar lowered his head deeply before going to beg the others as if forgetting Mantingan.

Not really an amateur beggar.

Mantingan immediately finished his meal and immediately left the shop. He had wanted to linger in the store, but there were no valuable conversations he had from other visitors.

Indeed, at this time the news can spread quickly. But what Mantingan listens to is only jokes that are not very good.

Mantingan did not stop by the city, there was nothing he needed. If usually Mantingan will be very enthusiastic every meet the city, then now Mantingan very avoid urban areas. He met Rara in an urban area, which resulted in him inevitably putting his heart and helping Rara. He meets Arkawidya also in urban areas, which requires him as a human to help.

The mantel does not want to lose anymore.

And if he is destined to be a man who always solves the problems of other humans, then wait until he is strong. Wait until Mantingan has the power to protect his loved ones.

The mantang put on its caping and began to walk away from the territory filled with humans.

The old trees greeted him again. Fresh air, as fresh as the morning dew. Bird chirping and earthy squirrels, into beautiful tones though irregular.

Mantingan continued to walk until he found a lake that was not too big but beautiful. Many fresh lotuses grew on the surface of the water, and from a distance saw occasional fish jumps.

If Rara's murder had never happened, Mantingan would have smiled.

For some reason after seeing this lake, his heart was again sliced by pain.

Quickly Mantingan passed from that lake.

What's wrong with Rara? He was only a few days with her, not a month, but why did he lose Rara so much that the world felt bleak?

To calm himself, Mantingan rubbed a small jug on his waist. He sighed softly after calming down.

Remembering Mantingan for his main task: to find Kembangmas and bring him to Kenanga!

While looking for Kembangmas, Mantingan will also complete his calculations after the murder of his three loved ones.

Mantingan continued walking, until unknowingly the sun began to set. Just now he wanted to set up a tent, visible dots of light from a distance. Mantingan often saw things like this, it was a village.

He walked towards the village. Better Mantingan relate a little with the village people rather than dealing with robbers. Although Mantingan did not like any contact with humans after Rara was killed, but Mantingan more avoid camping in unsafe situations like this.

Four days ago as he was camping in the forest, he saw a band of robbers walking not far from where he set up his tent. It was fortunate that Mantingan had built the tent when it was hidden, and there was not a single speck of light from Mantingan's tent.

Mantingan entered the village area. Mantingan looked around, seeing that this village was not a prosperous village.

There was indeed an archway built at the entrance of the village, but the village walls were hollow everywhere and even partially collapsed. There was no guard, and only a few houses lit lamps.

Mantingan entered without any reception, although it looks there are some poorly nutritious people selonjoran on the core. They only stared at Mantingan at a glance, to make sure that he was not a robber, then returned unconcerned.

The mantain also acts unconcerned. He did not look for village lodging, but built a tent on an empty land that did not belong to anyone.

Because he had been accustomed to sleeping without light, the mantingan that did not light the lamp was also not enough to attract the attention of many people.

***

But different circumstances if the situation is already bright ground.

The mantans were awakened by the snot children who forcibly opened the curtain of his tent, until they saw their heads sticking out in the curtain of the tent. Not without reason if they are referred to as snot children, because the Mantingan is awakened by the sound of the children sucking their snot.

“Young People! For us a little food!”

Mantingan could hardly believe what he had just heard. There was a child who referred to himself as a young boy while the boy himself was much younger than him.

“Haish, stupid you!” One of his friends hit the boy on the head. “This master is much older than us, why do you call him as if you are older than him?”

The other kids laughed.

“What's my fault? Isn't this Master indeed young and fresh, not worth mentioning ‘bapak’. Is it wrong of me to call him that?” The boy hit back, it seems he did not accept being hit on the head while he felt right.

The other boy hit back, and finally wrestled them away from the tent. The other children were still looking at Mantingan with astonished gazes.

“Hur shirt is so cool!”

“If it's big, I want to also be a wanderer like Mister!”

“Do you still have other clothes?”

Mantingan got up to sit down and raised his hand to stop the call “Tuan” from them. Isn't that the same as wanting to match the call “Tuhan”?