The Musafir
The Poems of the Angel of the North River
“Moreover, Lien recounts the adventure with you succinctly. Since you have definitely experienced it yourself, I feel no need to tell it again.” CHITRA Anggini took a deep breath before continuing her words, “Lien asked me to convey all her messages to you, saying she would not be able to convey them directly to you. Afraid of changing his mind, not going back to Champa. No matter how much he loves you, his marriage to the crown prince of King Funan must still not be annulled, because the lives of the crowd are at stake if the marriage is not done.”
The mantan fell as it stared blankly at the small flames in the dyed that danced in the gentle breeze. Although he did not like it, he still agreed with the actions of the North River Angel. In short life or state, love is considered taboo. It can cause uncontrollable chaos. Remember the story of heavenly kings who conquered their enemies by sending beautiful goddesses to love. The North River Angel had rightly placed her love unselfishly, still returning to Champa to marry, forced to leave the new Mantingan to realize how great her love was.
Chitra Anggini then breathed his bundle in the corner of the tent. Take out sheets of ejection that have been bonded into one roll with a piece of rope. The scroll extended it towards the Mantingan.
“Lien also asked me to give you these poems,” said Chitra Anggini. “I hope after I give you this, you won't be more pathetic than you are right now. Remember that we still have to save Tapa Balian as quickly as possible, and that can never be achieved if you mope with the mopes.”
The mantle received the scroll. His hands were trembling a little. Set your mind to read all the poems later. Not with tears, but with a happy smile.
“And the case of the ash pitcher belonging to your old lover ... do you still keep it?” Chitra Anggini carefully asked.
“That's still and will always be saved.” The mantan smiled, remembering the jug of Rara's ashes that was now stored safely inside his bundle.
“Lien hope that you keep it until anytime,” said Chitra Anggini, “as a form of peace with the past. You always tell him to smile warmly to those who have left without being able to come back again.”
The coat wipes the wet end of his eyes. The Little Angel of the North River still remembered his words.
“I'm sorry, this exercise got messed up.” Manten smiled thinly, really feel guilty.
Chitra Anggini smiled as she shook her head slowly. “There is always tomorrow.”
***
The rain only subsides when the twilight is over, the night changes; when the sun has sunk, the moon changes.
Mantingan, Chitra Anggini, and Mundingan again continue their journey by flying. Guided by the constellations. The land has become pitch black.
On Munding's back and under the moonlight, Mantingan and Chitra Anggini sat face to face. Gaze each other.
Under the crested stars, among the thin mega-mega, they both practice the ability to speak in the eye.
Mantingan looked into Chitra Anggini's eyes fixed, as well as Chitra Anggini who looked into Mantingan's eyes fixedly.
They rarely blink. And from the gaze of the eyes that should have lasted for a drink of tea, Chitra Anggini still could not catch the meaning of the gaze of Mantingan!
While Mantingan who from the beginning had the ability to read omens, it was very easy for him to catch all the intentions of the gaze of the woman.
“You want to eat boiled jerky with fireflies in the middle of the lake.” Mantingan said, breaking the noise of the wind. “Isn't that what you mean?”
Chitra Anggini clucked in annoyance without answering. While Mantingan smiled widely, Chitra Anggini's response indirectly meant that his guess was correct.
“Is it not better we just finish this exercise?” Chitra Anggini said lazily, but still did not take off his gaze on Mantingan's eyes.
The young man in front of him shook his head slowly. “I have repeatedly guessed the contents of your mind, O Chitra Anggini, and that much I am right. As for you, you have indeed guessed many times, but none of them are true.”
Chitra Anggini clucked in annoyance once again. The Mantingan's words were indeed true, but couldn't it just be kept so that it remained something unexpressed?
“Too difficult. Do not give too difficult words in your eyes. It is not as easy as hearing the conversation of the person spoken through the mouth.”
Mantingan looked back into Chitra Anggini's eyes. As hard as trying to convey a message in the form of one word. It should be very easy to guess.
Chitra Anggini also looked at him fixedly. For a while later, the two petals were wide open. His eyes sparkled brightly. As if I had found something!
“Blu!” exclaim Chitra Anggini, “you were saying ‘kerbau’!”
The mantan took a deep breath while shaking slowly. The sparkle in Chitra Anggini's eyes disappeared instantly, changing in anger.
“Lantas if not so, what word would you like to say?!”
With an awkward smile, Mantingan replied, “Lapar.”
***
The sun is rising in the eastern horizon. Plowing among the green hills. Faintly behind the thin morning mist. Spreading its warming infinity.
This morning. Mantingan, Chitra Anggini, and Munding Caraka are presented with extraordinary views. Incredibly amazing even.
Hordes of swans are as white as cotton, flying forming triangular rows. Munding Caraka deliberately flew towards them. How intelligent the buffalo, able to understand the beauty that is usually not understood by most animals.
Now, they had flown between the rows of lizards. Justjust wonderful. Both Mantingan and Chitra Anggini, never expected to get this experience even in a dream though. Flying over the buffalo's back, among the geese that form a triangular row of flight, who could have imagined that?
More about Chitra Anggini. He was the most amazed. Staring at a goose that flew right next to him, just a few feet away from the wing tip of the bird.
“I'm about to catch this bird!” Chitra Anggini stared at Mantingan, either asking for permission or just reporting.
“Do not!” The mantle wagged one hand while staring worriedly. “Angsa only mates to one partner for the rest of his life. If you catch him until he can't go home, how will his partner's fate be? Not to mention her children. That's a very bad idea, Chitra, don't do that.”
“Let me do it! Let the goose that became his partner languish like you!”
So that's how a story landed right on Chitra Anggini's head, making the girl complain loudly.
This swan horde was not flying aimlessly. They were heading to the pesawahan that stretched far ahead there. Towards the signs of an even greater human civilization.
“We have entered Koying.” The mantan muttered softly, not responding to the chatter of Chitra Anggini who felt very objection to the tease in his head just now.
Chitra Anggini was silent. Hearing the name Koying mentioned, the business so not kidding anymore.
“Have you drawn up a mature plan?”
“Can't say so, but I've prepared a number of plans.”
Then in a nutshell, Mantingan told about his meeting with Mrs Darkness in the market that all stage in the small village. The meeting was not told to Chitra Anggini before.
