The Musafir

Intruders

“It is precisely because you rarely sleep in bed, then occasionally you have to taste it. I want to sleep in bed too. So, what's wrong if we—”

“Know, Chitra ...” The mantle cuts though not with sharpness, but with tenderness. “I am a man, and you are a woman. As is best, we do not sleep in one room, let alone in one bed.”

“What's wrong?” Chitra Anggini denied. “Didn't you think of me as your own little sister? Is it wrong if brother and sister sleep long?”

Mantingan was about to return saying half-touch, but Chitra Anggini cut him off. The woman's index finger was attached to the lips of Mantingan. The young man immediately spoke up.

“Nothing will happen. I'm not passionate about men, and I never felt so passionate about men. Wasn't that night, in the middle of the wilderness at the arrival of the Bloody Kelewang Swordsman, you've seen it all?” Chitra Anggini said softly.

The mantan can only complain in the mind. Chitra Anggini is not willing to accept any more objections. The index finger is still attached to the lips of Mantingan.

***

“Kiai Guru, forgive this disciple for not being able to do the truth according to what Guru taught.”

On top of that bed, Mantingan dipped his hand into the sky. Subjugate head. I pleaded with the teacher who was out of nowhere.

“You are too overrated.” Chitra Anggini who was crumbling next to him, with a form behind him, said lazily. “Sleep stay asleep. There is or is no me in this bed, there is absolutely nothing to change.”

The mantle flips over without replying. His back turned against Chitra Anggini's back as well. Finished praying.

The atmosphere became silent in an instant. There's only a sound of night bugs out there. The rest, just the sound of the heartbeat of the two young people on one bed.

However, it seems Chitra Anggini is not at home with silence. Soon she nodded with her words.

“I heard from Lien, you wrote your own travel story. Is it finished?”

The mantingan felt a sigh in his chest. The name Lien mentioned, it was the same as mentioning the name of the Northern River Angel, his Sasmita!

“My journey is not finished yet, how can the story be completed?” The mantingan retorted though it could not be said so. Didn't he just throw the question back?

“When will your journey be completed, which at all means that your story will be finished?”

“My journey will never end, until I finally die.”

“That means after finding Kembangmas, the crazy imaginary flower that you are still looking for, are you still going to wander?”

“No one guarantees that my life is still there before finding Kembangmas.” The mantle breathes slowly. “And there is no guarantee that Kembangmas can be found.”

“From the North River strongly believes that you will get Kembangmas, just like believing that the sun will rise tomorrow from the east. It's weird.”

The mantan sighed softly. Unfortunately Chitra Anggini, the name is mentioned again. “To get Kembangmas, it takes more than just trust.”

“He always wishes you the best,” said Chitra Anggini who still backs him. “And the prayer of a soulmate is far more potent than the prayer of a thousand who are nobody to you.”

“I don't need prayer from him!” The mantel said out loud. Shaking the silence in the room.

He did not need the prayer of the Angel of the North River. He just needed the girl's presence!

Then imagine how the days spent with the Angel of the North River, Cana, and Kina was a great enjoyment of life that he had felt. The days are simple, but full of peace and affection.

He could still remember how much Kana was like a poet. Kina listened to him with a look of astonished eyes. And the Angel of the North River with all his tenderness smiled.

The mantingan again felt the haru in his chest. That pleasure will never and will never be repeated.

“Enough! Go to sleep and stop this conversation!” Coat pulls blanket. He leaned his body towards the corner of the bed. Get as far away from Chitra Anggini as possible.

“Are you not listening to anything, Mantingan?” As if ignoring the orders of the Mantingan earlier, Chitra Anggini again said. But this time, his tone sounded more earnest.

“Chitra Anggini!” Manten growling. “Do you intentionally want me to hear voices from the merchant's room next to ours?”

“You obviously have a big misunderstanding. I don't have time to explain it to you right now. Grab your sword and we're out of the room window!”

The bed swayed slowly. The mantle looked quickly. Apparently, Chitra Anggini has flashed away! The room window was also wide open.

Unwilling to lose track of the woman, Mantian quickly snatched his Savrinadeya Sword lying on the table next to the bed before flashed out the window. Following Chitra Anggini in the dark of night. It pierced through the cold air that was so piercing that the bones.

With the Science of Hearing Dew Drops, it is not difficult for Mantingan to find the existence of Chitra Anggini. The woman was streaking on the roof of the village houses. Be concerned. From one roof to another. With a speed that had exceeded twice the speed of sound.

But even with such speed, the Mantingan could still easily catch up with him. What if he could move beyond the speed of lightning?

Mantingan threw a glare at Chitra Anggini. With his current speed, it was extremely impossible to speak through the mouth. Must use eye!

What are you chasing?

The woman gave back.

Intruders.

The mantel threw a look back.

Which direction?

Chitra Anggini replied, also through the eyes.

Fore. Towards the big house.

The mantle looked ahead. About five hundred steps ahead, there is indeed the largest house among the other houses. That is the house of the village head, which is at once used to take care of all kinds of village interests. There is a dance studio, a park full of children's games, and even the headquarters of dozens of village protective soldiers.

Those soldiers!

Right after Mantingan realized what the intruders were after, the flames came from the direction of the village chief's house!

Any swordsman knows that a fire catfish splashed in the air without any form of the object causing it is a sign of the ongoing fight between fellow warriors whose strength is quite balanced.

So, is there a warrior in the house of the village chief? Are the dozens of soldiers there capable warriors?

Mantingan raised his arm towards Chitra Anggini, asking him not to rashly directly attack. The two then agreed to stop flashing. Stay on one of the rooftops of the villagers' house, about fifty steps from the village chief's house. They're laying next to each other.

Meanwhile, the fight in the village chief's residence was still ongoing. The flames continued to burn everywhere. The terrace, courtyard, roof, garden, until inside the residence was filled with flashes of sparks. The fight must be going on very fiercely. Both forces are still balanced!

“You know who they are, Chitra?” The mantel whispered softly.

“Same as no idea.” Chitra Anggini replied, also in a quiet whisper.

“Lantas why are you chasing them?”

“They came to the village by infiltrating. Especially if it is not bad intention?”

The mantle clucked slowly. “Not all bad intentions must you ladeni.”

“What if they harm innocent villagers?”

“Do they look like they'll do any harm? If that's the case, then we must move to fight, but these intruders came just to attack the village chief's house. The affairs of the swordsman let it be the business of the swordsman. We don't get too easily involved.” The mantelan gave a stark answer.