The Musafir

Successfully Lifting Toxins

Kartika grimaced with the pain, making some of the puppet players who saw her could not bear to move closer. However, to them Mantingan gave a sharp look. Their footsteps stopped instantly because they did not want something bad to happen to Kartika just because of their rash actions.

The mantle was not without cause when it gave a sharp look at them. He could imagine how the women would cry bitterly beside Kartika's body that was boiling helplessly. Of course such a thing would interfere with the concentration of his mind, which could lead to a failure in the withdrawal of poison. It will endanger Mantingan as well as Kartika.

Time seems to slow down. Each eye seemed to last a year. Very stressful. The two Mantingan palms were increasingly blackened, even the blackness of them had defeated the blackness of the night sky.

Chitra Anggini can see it, then increase the amount of energy in the flow to the back of Mantingan through the palm of his hand. Now the face of the beautiful young woman was wet with sweat, as was her body. However, he did not appear tired at all. His eyes were shining with great determination. Obviously the woman did not want anything bad to happen to Mantingan or Kartika. The two men were extremely precious in their lives, and now they are both in danger; together they are going through a stressful time!

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A cup of tension-filled tea passed. Mantingan raised both of his palms from Kartika's chest. Now almost all the poison that was originally contained in the body of Kartika has moved to the palm of the left hand Mantingan.

“Remove your hands from my back.” Mantingan said to Chitra Anggini behind him, who was directly followed by the woman.

The mantant should remove the entire poison in his palm as soon as possible after a successful withdrawal. If not, then surely his left arm will rot, and the poison will soon spread throughout the body to transport him to the afterlife.

As the activity progresses, aside from his palm, a small portion of the poison will exit through the pores throughout Mantingan's body. That is what makes it necessary to remove clothes, which will not be safe to wear again if it is mixed with poison. Her clothes were too precious, it was the gift of Kiai Guru Kedai. As for his pants, even though the Mantingan felt that the object was still quite valuable, of course he could not take off his pants in front of hundreds of women who were very attentive to all his guts!

“Take a water roof near my bundle.” The mantel returns. He did not have time to compose a slick sentence to ask for help to Chitra Anggini, at this time the situation is still very precarious. His attention should not be split so that the poison retainer on his left palm does not break!

It did not take more than a blink of an eye for Chitra Anggini to deliver the water roof that Mantingan meant. Soon Mantingan opened the reed roof using his wooden arm, before inserting his left index finger into the roof.

Slowly but surely, a liquid of poison poured out through his index finger, fusing with the water in the roof. Starting from this moment, Mantingan can breathe a sigh of relief.

His eyes looked towards Kartika who was unconscious after enduring the pain in such a way. The woman is free from danger, but that does not mean that she will become healthy and fit in a short time. Not all the poison in his body can be lifted.

“Bless your brother.” Mantingan said with the energy inside so that it could be heard by all the wayang women who swarmed him from a distance. Mantingan continued, “throw him in the tent. Always make sure his head is raised high enough.”

So that's how hundreds of wayang players poured towards Kartika with great novelty. The mantle had to flicker upwards to avoid the crowd. He then settled on one of the large tree branches near the field, with his index finger still pouring poison in the roof. The mantan can only shake slowly without feeling the need to be angry about the actions of the women who are very odd; he also knows that women's feelings are not as hard as men.

Chitra Anggini perched right next to Mantingan. The woman looked at the hundreds of friends who were crying full of happiness. A smile appeared on his lips.

“I think your whole secret has been revealed, Mantingan.”

Of course what Chitra Anggini meant was that their conversation no longer needed to be held with complete secrecy.

“Happy to see you again, Chitra.” The mantel returned without looking back, but his smile expanded.

“I have searched you all over Suvarnabhumi,” continued Chitra Anggini, “five months.”

“Is it an interest?” Mantingan understands that Chitra Anggini will not do such a difficult thing without a certain interest.

“White Wind College Interest?” The mantan asked in surprise; while the index finger on his left arm was still pouring out poison little by little. “What kind of interests?”

“A completely unimportant interest,” said Chitra Anggini, this time in an annoyed tone, “I was asked to just take care of you.”

The mantel raised his eyebrows. “Dikau ... want to take care of me?”

“That's funny. I was asked to look after a Sky Stakeholder like you, wouldn't that just make me seem useless at all?” Chitra Anggini took a deep breath. “Father Rama said that you lost your right arm, but it seems like it was just a lie to make me want to accept his request.”

“He didn't say a lie, I did lose my right arm.” The wide smiling coat. “But Mr. Balian managed to make me an artificial arm.”

That was when, for the first time since he had settled into the branch of the big tree, Chitra Anggini turned to Mantingan. He watched the young man's right arm over and over, until it was discovered that the fingers of the arm looked like they were made of wood.

“The famous forger does often create wonders that were never expected before.” Chitra Anggini nodded slowly. “And for that you aim to Balian Valley.”

“Bapak Balian just disappeared like being swallowed by the earth,” sigh Mantingan, “I have to meet him immediately, or at least just hear the news.”

“You won't get it in Balian Valley.”

The mantle frowned in surprise. Soon he looked at Chitra Anggini with a million questions. What happened in Balian Valley? Why can't he find or at least hear the news of Tapa Balian?

“Tapa Balian is not in Balian Valley.” Chitra Anggini again said after noticing Mantingan's gaze at him. “No one knows for sure where he is.”

The mantan is like being struck by lightning. Chitra Anggini's statement was so thrilling. It was impossible if the woman told a lie! However, Mantingan immediately forced his mind to calm down, for however there was still a possibility that the poison retaining in his left arm would break due to the obstruction!

“What really happened, Chitra?”

“None of us know it.” Chitra Anggini shook his head weakly. “Our goal to go to that place was to collect a caption, and at once to steal an heirloom weapon.”

Mantingan looked at Chitra Anggini with a hard to interpret look. “The Balian Valley certainly holds a lot of heirloom weapons. For that reason there are a thousand Koying soldiers who stand guard there.”

“And beating them is an easy thing for us,” chimpal Chitra Anggini.

“And maybe it won't be easy if I take care of the place.”

Chitra Anggini gave a piercing look to Mantingan's pair of eyes, then said slowly with great emphasis, “So you want to fight me who has come all the way to Suvarnabhumi just for you?”

So then Mantingan replied in a slow but stressed voice, “I will never hesitate to fight anyone who dares to harass the people I love.”