The Musafir

The Truth About Munding Caraka; Stewed Crab Red

the words from Chitra Anggini's mouth continued to slide like a waterfall on the edge of a high gorge.

“But no matter how great a Kartika Anggini is, he will not be able to withstand the onslaught of a dozen mid-level warriors at once. Moreover, the Bloody Ferret Swordsman had been able to be considered an expert level swordsman.

“Just a blink of an eye before the enemy seizes my brother's neck, your car that came out of nowhere, suddenly butting the body of the swordsman who was attacking it, following with a lemongrass that was released from his hand. My brother is out of death.

“According to my brother's confession, he saw the size of the buffalo doubled. His body is red. Enveloped in fire. His horns extended to half a fathom, sparkling with the light of fire on his body, clearly sharp not a boast.

“Your drivers keep raging. Sitting one of his closest enemy warriors with him. Killed him in an instant. Then move again, looking for another swordsman.

“Bloody Kelewang Swordsman immediately took action by flashing towards the buffalo. A pair of her lemurs were raised high. Taken firmly down. And, BAH!”

The mantle jolted in his seat. Chitra Anggini managed to make him tense with the way his storytelling was. “What happened to him?!”

“He kept running after other warriors. They're all ridden. Your car didn't hurt a scrap. My brother managed to dispel the Bloody Molewers' attack that led to him. Then he said, ‘You are my opponent’.”

Mantang exhaled a sigh of relief. “Chitra, I'm not the little boy you're telling me a story about. Don't make me tense.”

“What's wrong? I'm happy to make others tense.” Chitra Anggini shrugged her shoulders, unconcerned, before returning to continue her story. “Your lion is too fierce. Immune weapons anyway. Being read many times does not collapse, only causes injuries, it is small and can not be considered harmful. The Bloody Kelewang Swordsman finally ordered the rest of his men to lure the buffalo away, because several times it was found to endanger him who was fighting against my brother.

“His men certainly knew that the order could mean death. But they don't have much choice. If their leader, the Bloody Kelewang Swordsman, dies from the mad buffalo ram, then they will also die at the hands of Kartika.” Brother

Coat suddenly cut, “So my piggy bank disappeared?!”

Chitra Anggini stared at Mantingan lazily. How anxiety was clearly imprinted on the young man's face. But even so, Chitra Anggini still does not like if his words are cut off without any kind of licensing.

“Listen first,” he said later. “Your shoulder did get hooked and then ran away leaving the battle ring. Kartika's brother could not resist his departure, because he himself was still in a state of urgency to face the Bloody Kelewang Swordsman. But when morning came, your carriage returned to the field, just before we continued our journey to Balian Valley.”

The mantel took a deep breath. Keeps his curiosity and worry. Trying not to cut.

“Seeing that you are unconscious, your buffalo who has returned with his initial form can only follow our entourage while occasionally complaining of a full length of grief. All of us who heard it, felt sliced. When night fell, the bells were much harder and longer. He wouldn't eat, even wagging his tail when one or two of my friends tried to pet him.

“After arriving in Balian Valley, he suddenly galloped away with his stealth form. None of us dared to stop him. Moreover, my brother forbade us to chase after the buffalo. Too dangerous.”

“Lantas where is he now?” The mantle could not resist its venom, so it again cut the words Chitra Anggini unconsciously. “It happened just yesterday, didn't it?”

Chitra Anggini raised his hand high. Pretended to throw a slap into Mantingan's face, but did not do so.

The mantle did not seem afraid at all. Only anger was clearly visible on his face. No more and no less. Say it, “Lekas resume your story.”

Kartika lowered her arm. Take a deep breath, trying to calm down. So back he told me, “Your shoulder returned to this place at exactly midnight. I saw with my own eyes that in the buffalo's mouth were some rare medicinal herbs that he could somehow get. He put the plant on the ground, just like that, before it came back galloping away, disappearing into the night's gloom. As of now, he has not returned, but we are all confident that he will return safely.”

In the end, Mantingan can exhale a sigh of relief. However, he knew that Munding Caraka would return as soon as possible. Mantingan also became moved instead of playing, the buffalo was looking for medicinal herbs must be because he was still unconscious. The anxiety is gone already. Not at all on his face.

“You were very lucky to get that buffalo,” Chitra Anggini said again. “Where did you take it from?”

The mantle shook slowly. “I didn't take it; I bought it from a farm in Pasemah.”

Chitra Anggini's forehead folded. “On farm? Mantian, you're not joking, are you?”

“For what am I joking with you?” The mantel raised his eyebrows.

“Forget.” Chitra Anggini shook his head. “You're already satisfied with that story, aren't you? I can go now?”

“Wait. There's still something I want to ask.” The mantang cleared a few times while correcting its sitting shape. “That night, I collapsed and was unconscious right after flashing, right? Well, I should have died by then because the poison liquid that enveloped my body had not been cleaned, but why am I still alive today? I mean, of course I'm grateful and very happy with this fact, but I still haven't found the cause and feel the need to find it.”

For some reason, Chitra Anggini smiled broadly. Both of his cheeks were red. His eyes displayed a light of ignorance.

“Of course you should die immediately that night, because however your body is not immediately cleansed of the inherent sweat-shaped poison liquid. Lucky me and all the remaining puppet players immediately act.”

Chitra Anggini did not continue his words, but Mantingan really knows the continuation. And it should not be continued anymore. His face is warming!

“It is not strange if you do not realize that the clothes you are wearing at this time have changed, right?” Chitra Anggini said lightly.

The mantle was still frozen for a while. “Why ...why should all puppet players? Why ... why not just yourself?”

Chitra Anggini shrugged his shoulders. “Entah, maybe they are just curious.”

The mantle swore loudly in his mind. Smile bitterly, as no smile can be more bitter than that. It is fitting that he was laughed at by some wayang women while looking for Kartika this morning!

“Look, your face looks like a boiled crab!” Chitra Anggini could not help but laugh, just before he left and left Mantingan alone on the porch.