The Musafir

Let the Mantis Be Weak This Time

MANTINGAN. Munding looked at. The two stared in bewilderment, wonder, shock at Chitra Anggini whose head was puffed between the curtain of the tent.

What did the woman really think? Ask Mantingan to get into his tent? Didn't he clearly refuse Mantingan even before the young man asked for it? Or... Does rain make the air too cold, so he wants it?

Like knowing the way Mantingan thought, the look on Chitra Anggini's face immediately riled. “No need to think anything, I don't want anything from you. We just need to practice, for your good and Tapa Balian anyway.”

“What exercise?”

“Come in first here! The sound of the rain is too noisy, I don't want to waste any energy in talking to you!” Chitra Anggini refused to talk any more, immediately pulling her head from the curtain of her tent.

Mantingan glanced at Munding next to him. Asking opinions. The buffalo just moved its muzzle, pointed at Chitra Anggini's tent.

Once again Mantingan looked at the buffalo. Asking in your eyes, is it okay if I leave you here alone?

Munding nodded back. The buffalo is classified as very intelligent, able to recognize and even mimic the movement of signals that are usually used by humans. To nod means to agree.

The mantan stood up while flowing the energy in all his body and clothes.

He and his clothes were soaked. The rain was too heavy, and the wind was too strong. But after draining the energy in, the body and clothes become dry again. The water evaporates instantly.

Mantingan opened the curtain of Chitra Anggini's tent before entering it. There, there was a dye that emitted a small fire light. The tent becomes quite bright—if you don't want to say dimness. Chitra Anggini sat in front of the dipper, leaving little space across from the glowing object.

“Sit there.” Chitra Anggini pointed at that little empty spot.

Mantingan according to. So now he faces Chitra Anggini, only stretched a distance of one step. The small flame from the dipper was still burning dimly, right in the middle of Mantingan and Chitra Anggini.

The air in this tent was too warm for the Mantingan who had just entered. Outside the tent, the air was very cold. Moreover, while being buffeted by rainwater that was no less cold, it was unimaginable. Chitra Anggini should be easy to fall asleep when it has entered the tent.

True what Kiai Guru Kedai said:

“If about the place, men will prioritize efficacy; while women will prioritize comfort.”

Actually, Mantingan could have bought a tent in the market that all stage for him to install in every rest. But can it be called potent?

If the air is too cold, he can still use energy in. If there was a threat from a savage beast, it was very easy for him to flashed away. And if it is about comfort, it cannot be said to be comfortable at all.

However, it works.

“You're not a shaman or anything like that, are you?” Mantingan joked a little, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Chitra Anggini shook his head without smiling at all, he took this matter seriously. Seeing that, Mantingan could only smile awkwardly.

Then with no idea what, Chitra Anggini looked into Mantingan's eyes sharply-sharp. No doubt, the young man before him became nervous. It continues and is still going on, Mantingan can not bear to not ask.

“Then, what kind of exercise do you want?”

“Training speak in view.” Chitra Anggini replied without taking off his sharp gaze from Mantingan's eyes.

Chitra Anggini's gaze made Mantingan's face numb. The girl's eyes were as the color of the ground, emitting the brilliance of stars in the dark of the night sky. His face was a stark yellow, clean and radiant, displaying solemnity. Her reddish lips clenched tightly, remaining sweet. Really, his accuracy is not negotiable.

However, Mantingan did not consider Chitra Anggini to be more than his sister.

“Don't be like this ..” The man complained slowly.

The mantle breathed a long breath. It can be said, it is a terrible reason that makes him unable to make excuses anymore. Chitra Anggini is right, that in infiltration, conversation is needed. But in the infiltration also, sound is completely prohibited, no matter how small. So the ability to speak with the eyes is very necessary.

In the end, Mantingan perfectly looked at the round eyes of the woman. Not too sharp, but if strong enough to be able to convey something. Like the time when having a face-to-face conversation with the Little Angel of the North River ....

Tetiba alone Mantingan remembered the Angel of the North River. Crudely slashing. Blueish feelings that were originally calm.

The only person he can talk to in view. The only one he loves right now. The Angel of the North River!

Duhai, how cruel the memory! bringing back the shadow of the loving face of the Unveiled North River Angel. Look, Mantingan's eyes are getting wet!

Chitra Anggini frowned. Not knowing what Mantingan said in his eyes. However, Chitra Anggini is sensitive enough to understand what Mantingan is feeling.

In her eyes, Chitra Anggini asked, Do you miss him?

The mantel is able to catch the word easily. He has the ability to read signs. However, it is not easy for him to reply to the words, because Chitra Anggini does not have the ability to read signs as good as himself.

So with all the pain that was stirring, Mantingan said directly. With his mouth, with his voice, not with his gaze.

“I miss him so much, Chitra, really miss him.” Mantingan raises head. Not wanting her tears to drip in front of Chitra Anggini. Isn't being a good brother, he should always appear strong in front of his sister?

Chitra Anggini looked sad. Maybe very pitying. You can just be quiet without responding to anything. Either because it does not know what to respond to, or just refrain from responding to anything.

That is how the exercise can no longer be continued. While the rain is getting wider. Outside the tent there, there was the sound of water lizards and the moaning of a buffalo. In fact, Munding is enjoying the rain, wallowing in a puddle of water, either can be called bathing or even dirtying the body. No one cares too much, not even a Mantingan. The young man drowned in the shadow of the Northern River Angel. Chitra Anggini once or twice sighs pity.

“Chitra.”

Chitra Anggini turned his head, right after Mantingan called out his name in a weak voice.

“Tell me what Sasmita told you.”

“Mantingan, with your condition like this—”

“Tell me, Chitra. Let me finish this pain in this place. Do not let this wound open after we get to Koying later.” Mantingan looked at Chitra Anggini earnestly. “If this wound I can't heal, then I will continue to hurt it with pain never imagined before, so this wound will become numb.”

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