The Musafir

Back to Balian Valley

“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.”

***

MANTAN opened his eyes, which were immediately closed again. The sunlight hit his eyes directly. Maybe the sun has opened its eyes again.

The mantle sat up before once again opening its eyes. Upon seeing everything presented before his eyes, Mantingan could not help but rub his eyes.

“Balian Valley?!”

Surprised mantle not playing. What he saw today was the view of the room he had occupied while still living in the Balian Valley. The mantel tried to slap her cheek, and it felt quite painful. This is not a dream at all!

A quick mantle circulated a glance around to find his sword. However, not a single sword was seen in the room. There was only his bundle in the corner of the room adjacent to the bed. By simply leaving his bundle without any weaponry, the Mantingan could clearly know the intent of this kind of deed!

The mantle immediately rose from his bed and flashed toward the door that was completely unlocked. But right after he opened the door and was about to return to flashing to review the Balian Valley from a distance, only a sword crossed right in front of his neck. Mantingan turned to the side, then found Chitra Anggini who was leaning against the wall with one hand holding a sword.

“You can't go anywhere.” The young woman said without looking. “Back to your room.”

The mantle is not afraid at all. “What are you doing in Balian Valley?”

Chitra Anggini turned to him. “We haven't done anything since we arrived last night. In a moment, we'll dance. I was assigned to keep you from going anywhere.”

“You're about to steal an heirloom!” Manten growling. His right hand moved to breathe the sword that was transverse in front of his neck. However, his movement halted in the middle, he realized something. His right arm could be raised, but his fingers could not be moved at all. Even the Mantingan had lost his sense of touch over that artificial arm, feeling like it was back on its butt!

“You ...”

“My sister has also been tapping your inner flow of energy, by also installing high-level magic spells to keep the tootokan from escaping.” Chitra Anggini looked at him sharply. “Back to your room. If you resist, I will not hesitate to separate your head with this sword.”

The mantan just shook his head slowly while chuckling. But a moment later, the sword in Chitra Anggini's hand had moved into Mantingan's hand. Now it was precisely the young man who put a sword to the neck of the level belonging to Chitra Anggini.

“Now I don't play around anymore,” says Sharp Mantingan. It was easy for him to take off the inner power block given by Kartika, after having managed to very easily also destroy the magic spell installed to protect the totokan. “We have agreed before.”

Chitra Anggini looked at him with guts. There was no fear in his eyes the slightest thing. The woman took a step forward, deliberately sticking the blade of the sword into her neck. “If you intend to capture me, then I will make sure that my neck will be pierced by the sword before you succeed in doing so.”

The mantan again makes a very rapid movement; as fast as the mind. The sword in his right hand was slapped on Chitra Anggini's neck, making the woman instantly sculpt.

“You stay here, I'll have a little chat with your brother.” Mantingan lowered his sword from Chitra Anggini's neck. The water on his face showed that he was serious.

“If you dare to harm him, then I swear I will hunt you until the end of life!” Chitra Anggini hurriedly gave a threat when he saw Mantingan turning over.

Mantingan replied, “Then I will make sure your hunt ends quickly.”

The young man did not wait for a response from Chitra Anggini, he immediately flashed away.

***

Balian VALLEY is flanked by two medium-sized hills. The residence of Tapa Balian is located on the west hill, while the forging is on the east hill. The two buildings were separated with a distance that was too far. If it was an ordinary human, then that person needed at least a drink of tea to go down one hill and climb the other. But for the swordsman, it only takes one foot to be able to flicker to the next hill.

From a height on the edge of the hill, Mantingan can see dozens to dozens of pedati puppet cast in the foothills. He also saw the buildings and large tents that were erected around the Balian Valley, it must have been a camp to accommodate a thousand soldiers from the Koying Kingdom.

Without waiting any longer, the Mantingan immediately flashed down towards the swords belonging to the puppet party. Of course the purpose and purpose is to meet Kartika and try to talk to find a peaceful way out. However, the Mantingan would not let them steal the heirloom weapons in the Balian Valley just like that.

He landed perfectly on the ground when several wayang women were walking nearby. For reasons that Mantingan did not know, they were laughing while looking at him.

“Wait a minute!” The mantel held them in half-stomping.

The women stopped their steps. However, they did not look scared at all when snapped like that. Their laughter is becoming more and more.

“Is there anything you want to ask, O man named Mantingan?” One of them said after he managed to hold back his laughter.

“Where is Kartika?”

“Oh, our sister .. she's in the red.”

The mantle pecked for a moment in its place. How is it not so? At first he thought that his arrival would be greeted by the slashing of poisonous needles and flying leaves whose sharpness had exceeded the sharpness of the sword. He really did not think that his arrival was greeted with laughter. His guess is completely wrong.

However, in the end Mantingan went from there after the women left also with the accompaniment of the sound of amused laughter. Mantingan did not have time to think of the reason why they laughed at him like that. Right now, all he thought about was to meet Kartika stuff as quickly as possible. He just remembered that Munding Caraka, his carcass, had not been found until now. Anxiety Mantings really double.

After a while wandering around, Mantingan found a red-coloured sword near the entrance to the Balian Valley. Among all the swords in the puppet dancer troupe, this pedati became the only one in red, and presumably it is deliberately colored like that so that all puppet dancers can easily find Kartika.

The mantle stood before the sword with the open sword still clasped tightly in his right hand. Inside the pedicel room, Kartika turned her head towards him.

“Mantingan, is there something you need?” The woman asked calmly.

“I would like to ask you and the entire group to cancel your intention to steal an heirloom weapon in Balian Valley.” The mantle says sharply.

Kartika seemed to nod her head a few times before stepping out from inside the blade. Just as her foot was stepping on the ground, Kartika again said, “I hope you are willing to talk about this peacefully. Come with me.”

The mantang nodded his head. It was peace negotiations that he hoped for, rather than swinging a sword that always led to bloodshed.