The Musafir

Villagers Who Demand

“We say the truth,” the word Mantingan in the end. “Those who are wise will surely understand that we are not obligated to help this village at all, but those who are ignorant must not understand it. Just hope that what we are facing right now is a bunch of smart people, because blood can be spilled again if we face is a bunch of fools.”

Mantingan again sipped his tea after saying that. Chitra Anggini nodded slowly in the sign that he understood.

“How much longer will we stay here?” Chitra Anggini again asked the question after placing a tray containing the tubers on the room table. “You know that we should be arriving in Koying soon, right?”

The mantan nodded slightly while giving the woman a warm look. “Two-three days left. Chitra, let's talk at length all day. Yesterday, we still haven't negotiated something that really matters.”

Stared with such sudden warmth, Chitra Anggini quickly turned her numb face away.

***

The perfect sun is sinking. The afternoon changed night. Remang changed dark. The group of birds changed the group of birds. And at that time Mantingan also ended his negotiations that had been going on since this morning with Chitra Anggini.

They've talked about a lot of things. Everything about Kotaraja Koying. Unlike the negotiations yesterday, today their discussion is much more detailed. Make your head feel hot every time you remember it.

Chitra Anggini laid himself on the bed. Straighten his back while yawning long. “Ah! Talking all day with you keeps me locked up in this room! Suntuk all day.”

The mantel that had been standing behind the window could only shake his head. Not answering. The woman certainly understood that even if they did not negotiate all day, they still could not go anywhere.

“Free of all my current training. It's not really needed. Whereas yesterday, I was able to slaughter those intruders as easily as moving my hands. But you held me.”

“If you are itching to fight, then fight with me after we leave this village.”

Chitra Anggini got up from his bed. His face seemed very incredulous.

“Mantingan, you ... You actually challenged me to fight?” Chitra Anggini. “A-I can't resist the challenge of fighting, but I also very much can't kill you. Maybe in our fight later, I will only give you a little lesson, will not kill you.”

The mantan stared intently at the smiling Chitra Anggini. Waving his arms, a bunch of wind moved extremely fast, incontrovertibly, hitting Chitra Anggini's forehead. The pain is worth a necktie. The woman complained in annoyance while rubbing her forehead.

“Can you not be rude to a woman like me?!”

“You don't look like a woman at all, Chitra.”

“Is my beauty unclear to you?”

“It's been very clear, but your attitude really makes me doubt.” The mantel laughed softly.

Chitra Anggini jumped out of bed. His face showed non-acceptance. Stepping forward until arriving right in front of Mantingan. Only a half step away. He raised his face. Perfect staring Mantingan.

With such a close distance, Mantingan could really feel the snort of Chitra Anggini's breath. Smelled the smell of the girl's body. Staring at the beauty of his face was much clearer. Duhai, how Mantingan became a little complacent.

“Am I a woman or a man? Quickly say!” Chitra Anggini. Getting closer to Mantingan. Now do not leave any distance.

The mantle remained calm. Looking into Chitra Anggini's eyes with shahdu. And whether at what encouragement, his hand moved rubbing Chitra Anggini's forehead, making the woman perfectly freeze.

“Thank you, Chitra.”

Chitra Anggini remained silent. However, his eyes were wondering. Thanks for what?

“I've never had a brother before. I'm the only child in my family, and it's not much fun.” The mantle says softly. “But you made me feel it, Chitra. You make me feel like a big brother who has a sister.”

Chitra Anggini's eyes glazed over. Stay silent. Not even his eyes showed anything. And really, no one will know what the tears are for, until the time comes.

Chitra Anggini pushed Mantingan's body before stepping back.

“As long as you think of me as a little sister.”

The woman looked back at Mantingan sharply.

***

Another night passed. Change morning. But this time it was so cloudy. A black mega-mega blob wrapped around the sky, covering the warmth of the sun.

In Sawahan Village, the tension is still very strong, much worse than yesterday. A group of residents gathered in the courtyard of the inn where Mantingan and Chitra Anggini rented a room. They all carry weapons in the form of machetes, sickles, even to long lemurs. All demanded that Mantingan and Chitra Anggini immediately surrender.

Meanwhile inside the inn, Mantingan was having an earnest conversation with the village elder. Sitting face to face at the inn shop table. The two men of different ages looked very calm, especially with the circumstances outside the inn there.

Chitra Anggini was not far from them. Suck and listen.

“Does the Brickling child not mind if we take it to the village meeting hall?”

Mantang nodded his head while smiling. “Absolutely do not mind, Mr. Tip, as long as it does not take up to more than one day.”

The village leader sighed slowly. “The problem is not time, Son. Everything can happen in the blink of an eye. Children look at the villagers who carry machetes and celurites, they can endanger the lives of the two children at any time.”

“That's not a problem either, Mr. Tipua.” The mantle fluttered his arms. “We are sure to convince them.”

Mantingan did not worry the villagers at all. What is the meaning of celurit and machete from villagers who do not understand martial arts, if he here has been determined as a candidate for the Sky Stake, a warrior who is considered the strongest in the martial world? The mantan did not want to boast, but the truth was enough to calm him down. Moreover, Chitra Anggini alone would be more than enough to handle them all.

So, what's there to worry about?

Mantingan glanced at Chitra Anggini who was still standing not far from him. The young woman nodded her head.

“Alright, if you are really sure,” said the village tips while smiling sincerely. “We will respect this attitude of yours.”

Together with the village leader, Mantingan and Chitra Anggini left the inn. Immediately received a sharp and angry look from hundreds of pairs of eyes of villagers. But seeing the bright face of the village elder, and also Mantingan and Chitra Anggini did not seem to show rejection, none of the villagers acted badly, even cursing was not. They were also amazed when they saw that the two warriors were not seen carrying any kind of weapons.

The atmosphere in Sawahan Village can be said to be very beautiful. The hills and pesawahan look good. The gurgling water from the small river located not far from where they were walking could still be heard. Wet air, fresh not playing. Everything would have been perfect had there not been a massacre two nights ago, it changed everything.

“This Pesawahan Village is very peaceful, peaceful, and prosperous, O Pendekar Child.” While walking, the village elder said slowly. The mantle that was walking right next to him put up an ear, listening. “We have always been kind to other villages. If there is an excess of harvest, we will always share. And to the same kingdom, we are never late or less send tribute.”

The direction of the village tips talks was very clear, although not directly stated. This village has never been in contact with anyone, it can even be said to have done good to anyone, then why should there be a massacre two nights ago? Who is the enemy of the village that should not have this enemy?

Hearing that, Mantingan could only exhale deeply without responding.

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