The Musafir

Persilatan World

The mantle followed the old man into the inner room. There are several other rooms, while the room where Mantingan is currently located is the middle room as well as the kitchen room.

A mantle was brought to one of the rooms, inside which was a wide mat that filled almost half the room. There are also several pillows there, as well as teapots in the corner of the room. Is this what a comfortable bed is for a traveler?

“Because you are a wanderer, you must have been accustomed to sleeping on the harshness of the ground. Well, I don't want to get rid of that habit from the wanderers.”

The mantle nodded slowly, this was no big deal. “How much do I need to pay, Uncle Store?”

“Remay we can talk about tomorrow only, now please go to sleep.”

“Good. Thank you very much, Uncle Kedai.”

Uncle Kedai smiled and left Mantingan alone. When Mantingan looked back, there was no view of Uncle Kedai. The mantan let out a long sigh, this time he intersected again with a high-level swordsman, moreover this one swordsman was a little crazy.

But Mantingan did not feel that he had done anything to offend Uncle Kedai, so there was no reason to be afraid.

The mantis went into the room and laid itself in the corner of the mat after releasing all the weight on his body. He looked around. On one side of the wall of this room facing outside was a tight bamboo curtain swaying by the wind. This room was not a closed room. If only the curtains were opened, then this room would be more like a terrace.

Slowly Close your eyes.

***

Clearly Mantingan knew that he was currently inside a dreamland. But Mantingan still did not understand, he could not get out of this dream.

On its right-hand side was the sand of the beach, and in front of it was a vast expanse of blue sea that seemed endless. The wind rustled softly, blowing off the long hair of the Mantin that had been out since sometime without a destar.

Then from his left side came the sound of crisp footsteps stepping on the sand. Mantingan turned his head, finding the figure of the woman who had long been missed. The mantel fell to its knees, looking at the figure with a look of disbelief.

“Mantingan ..,” says Rara softly.

“Why did you go, Rara?”

“If it is my destiny like that, what can I do?”

“Why did you come back, Rara?”

“Mantingan, I just want to convey my message to you.”

“Tell me, Rara!”

Rara smiled gently. “I don't want you to live in the flames of vengeance, Mantingan. Stop demanding revenge for what happened to me.”

“Why, Rara?”

“I'm nobody to you, don't do too much for me.”

“Long, Rara. That's a lie!”

“Long?”

“I love you, Rara, I love you."

“Don't you never love women, Mantingan?”

With dim eyes, Mantingan looked at Rara. How did Rara know that? Now you know Mantingan that Rara in front of him is not the real Rara. Mantingan thought Rara in front of him right now was Rara who was in her mind!

“You lied. You're not Rara, you're just my mind. You are only part of my mind, my mind that refuses to be manly! Scram!”

“Manting?”

The shadow of Rara in front of him was still smiling, but the smile displayed was a smile of disappointment.

Then Rara's voice sounded again. “I don't want you to die because of me.”

“But you died because of me, Rara.”

“What is the reason, Mantingan?”

“Because I'm not strong enough to protect you.” Mantingan stared at the sand grains below him with regret. Had he been stronger back then, would have slaughtered anyone who dared to touch his Rara!

“No, Mantingan. It is my destiny to die.”

“Your death is not fair.” Mantingan then rose, he could not see all this.

With a nimble and fast movement, Mantingan's legs aimed towards Rara's head. The girl in front of him did not dodge at all, so he was stunned by the Mantingan kick. Rara's shadow broke into clear water that exploded everywhere, as well as her dream that was slowly being scattered by the morning sunlight.

Looking around, Uncle Kedai was seen opening the bamboo curtain. Next to Mantingan was a vast array of trees and a still thick morning mist enveloping the forest.

“If you have woken up, Mantingan, you must hear my story,” said Uncle Kedai.

“Alright, Uncle.” The mantle stood up. “But I don't have much time to hear uncle's story.”

“There's a reason, my story is not too long either, but it will be very useful for you.” Uncle Kedai then sat in front of the big window that had been covered in bamboo curtains, his eyes calmly looking at the forest outside. “After there is a jug of water, you wash your face with that water.”

Mantingan left and returned shortly after, with a face wet with fresh water, then he sat not far from Uncle Kedai, also staring at the expanse of green trees in front of him.

“Mantingan, do you really want shortness?”

“Ya,” answer.

“Then, I must explain the martial world to you so that you can reconsider your decision later.”

“Please, Uncle, but it is difficult for me to change this verdict.”

Uncle Kedai took a deep breath and started telling stories, or rather called “explains” rather than “tales”. Uncle Kedai this time was not crazy or childish, his attitude was much more mature than before. The mantel listened carefully.

In the martial world, death due to fighting is considered a natural thing. Death from a chest wound is far more valuable than dying from illness or dying in an accident. Swordsmen who inhabit the martial world are also always looking for death, they are always looking for a fight to prove how high silatnya science.

The warriors who decided to join the martial jungle already knew that sooner or later he would be killed by other warriors. Until here Mantingan asked, what if the swordsman is old and will die of disease? Uncle Kedai then replied, that the old swordsman will look for strong warriors to gang him to death.

Uncle Kedai stopped his explanation. “Mantingan, are you willing to die killed by another swordsman?”

“Uncle Shop, I don't want to be too serious about diving into the martial world. I only need martial arts for one particular business, after that I will leave the martial world and return to wandering like a layman.”

“It's not that easy, Mantingan.” Uncle Kedai shook weakly. “If you dabble in the martial world, even a little bit, will require you to always dabble in it and dive even deeper.”

“Who would sue me, Uncle Kedai?”

“The one demanding you is yourself.”

Mantingan frowned, he was worried if Uncle Kedai's disease returned.

“You do not feel it now, but you will feel it later.” Uncle Kedai looked over and smiled warmly. “Are you going to change your mind?”

“No, Uncle. Daku will still go to White Wind College.”

“Hmm, if you want to learn silat there, then it is not very necessary. You can study here directly, without the need to go there.”