The Musafir

The presence of Dara

MORNING approaches. The mantel opened its eyes with its consciousness. He felt a slender object embrace him, felt like a human hand! Mantingan's eyes immediately turned to the side. Beefy!

It was Chitra Anggini's hand. The woman was indeed sound asleep, but both of her arms were embracing the Mantingan from the side!

Mantingan actually wanted to jump out of the bed immediately, but how he realized that it would only make Chitra Anggini wake up in a state of shock. If it had been like that, he would have gone berserk!

Moreover, the peaceful face of Chitra Anggini is like a harsh ban on anyone who wants to wake her up. His skin that was a bright color seemed to shine, even though the lighting of the room was dim because there was only one torch that was still lit. His lips were clenched in a solemn smile. His eyes closed perfectly. Breathing regular.

After all, who would wake him up?

The thin smiling mantle. His left hand moved gently stroking Chitra Anggini's hair. Full warmth.

But no matter how much affection Mantingan showed the woman, Mantingan never considered Chitra Anggini more than a sister who must be protected with all body and soul. Not less either.

Will Chitra Anggini be disappointed by that reality? I don't know. Twice Mantingan has fallen in love with two different women. He will not be able to fall in love for the third time.

He does love Chitra Anggini, but with a different understanding. A brother's love for his sister.

Realizing that Mantingan was stroking his hair, Chitra Anggini's facial features turned sour. “I told you that I don't like t-shirts, don't I?”

“Your hair is messy.” The stiff smiling mantle. Reasoned. “Again, look at the moment where your hand is.”

Chitra Anggini glanced at his own two hands, before looking back directly at Mantingan's face. There were no signs of shame on the woman. His face is not flushed. His eyes did not move. In fact, the embrace was getting tighter!

“Air in the city is too cold,” he said as he closed his eyes. “I'm still sleepy.”

“Sleep as much as you want, but let me go now.” The mantang said in a loud voice. Assertively. Not to be disputed.

“Contact goods for a moment. We still have three more days in this godforsaken place. Anyway, where are you going? There's nothing in this shelter, and the morning is still too cold. Stay here with Chitra, kneading in a blanket.”

Mantang raised both of his eyebrows with his mouth slightly open. It was hard to believe what the woman said.

“Chitra, as a woman, you have an overly lazy attitude.” The mantle shook slowly before trying to shift to the edge of the bed. However, Chitra Anggini pulled him back.

“Do not go.”

“Chitra, don't make me angry. This is not true.” Mantingan began to mean it, but presumably the attitude was incomprehensible to Chitra Anggini whose consciousness had not yet recovered all.

“Don't piss me off too, Mantingan. You're so ugly, always leaving a woman after making her fall in love. You treat Rara like that; Lien also suffered bad luck that is not much different from her. After this you will disappoint women again, O wicked Hero Man and not handsome at all? Who else would you like to make disappointed, who else ..”

The mantle breathed a long breath. How he knew that Chitra Anggini said all of that in a semi-conscious state. It's good not to put in feelings.

To be able to escape from the embrace of Chitra Anggini without making the woman disappointed, Mantingan felt that coercion would not be much useful. Take the path of tenderness, as Sasmita had done to him, by flowing prana energy on the body of Chitra Anggini until the woman was asleep with her hips.

“Mantingan, this ...”

Chitra Anggini could not finish his words. The woman lunglai. His strength slumped, no longer embracing the Mantingan too tightly. Use him. Fall asleep.

Mantingan still drain prana energy on Chitra Anggini until a while before finally breaking away from the embrace of the woman.

The coat fixes the blanket so that it perfectly covers the body to the limit of the girl's neck. Smiling while shaking his head, Mantingan stepped away from his room.

...****************...

ACTUALLY, there was not much that Mantingan could get after he got out of his dorm. It really is a quarantine place. Along the path that Mantingan passed, he only found healers who passed by while holding sheets that contain health records of shelter residents.

Health checks are carried out periodically every morning, where the state of one's body is clean. His own coat had been examined just before he left the dormitory, and the result was quite good.

Migrants who are being temporarily quarantined are not allowed to leave the shelter. Unless there is a very urgent matter, must take care of all kinds of correspondence before getting permission to get out of the shelter.

However, these places are rarely visited. Really lonely. The newcomers prefer to spend time in their rooms to read the books in the library.

According to Chitra Anggini, another reason that causes entertainment venues inside temporary shelters to be quiet is because the brilliance of the city is too bright, very bright, and very bright, until the light covered the rays of three entertainment venues in this shelter center.

At midnight last night, Chitra Anggini said to him, “In the middle of the city, you will find many entertainment venues that are far more extraordinary than the entertainment places here. The difference is very obvious. They used magic spells to create an amazing sight. The service is amazingly satisfying. Ah, there are still so many other awesome things I can't explain. Anyway if you take the time to visit there, you will get a new experience that is different from usual. Really, you won't regret.”

Mantingan actually does not know whether he has the opportunity to visit these places or not. However, they cannot delay the rescue of Tapa Balian any longer. And though in the end it has managed to save Tapa Balian by seizing also the heirloom of the Pair of the Moon Sword which now again overshadows the martial world.

“Revelation, lontar seller!”

The mantel stopped his steps. Pensive for a moment. It was not the meaning of the call that surprised him, because however he was not and never felt to be a pitcher, but the voice that became the only cause Mantingan felt to stop the move.

The voice ... Why does he seem to know him so well?

The new mantle was about to turn around to see who the owner of the voice was, when his body was firmly embraced from behind. With a roar of tears that instantly fell and soaked the young man's shoulders. The perfect mantle sculpted when it realized who was hugging him at this moment.

“Nyai Dara ..”

***

The beauty of the park in the center of the shelter is really not worth looking at one eye. If you can say, then this is the most beautiful park that Mantingan has visited at once, after the park at the White Wind College in the form of a large lake that is really not too accurate to call it a park.

This park has many ornamental plants, ponds full of lotuses and fish, and trees that produce asanas and yellow-yellow measles spread a distinctive fragrance, trees that produce various types of fruit, as well as various types of beautiful birds that are deliberately left free.

The wind was slow in the park. Provides a soothing cool feeling. Removing four-five leaves of asana from the stalk.

On one of the long benches in the garden, two young men sat quietly and solemnly. Enjoy everything in the park before starting the conversation.

“How long have we not met?” The mantan asked with a warm smile. Question for mere pleasantries, he was still his last meeting with the woman next to him.

“More than five full moon, Mantingan.” Dara answered with a bit of stiffness. Duhai, how he still did not believe that he would meet Mantingan in a place like this after exerting all his strength and effort to search for the young man throughout Dwipantara!

“I'm sorry that I just disappeared, Nyai, I'm lying about a trade deal I made before.” The mantan said in a low voice.

What he said was not nonsense. From the bottom of his mind, he really regretted disappearing without giving any news to Dara.

Do they not have a trade agreement that has been acceded to with drops of blood as a sign of swearing to death?

And behold, Mantingan did not keep his trade promise with Dara. He no longer supplied the Light Magic Throw he had promised to Dara's trade union. How regretful Mantingan, because even under these circumstances it is not very possible for him to fulfill the order of Magic Throw. He did not go to Kotaraja to trade.

“No need to think about at all, Mantingan. Your presence here has paid for everything.” Dara smiled sincerely. “But Dara must tell you, your Magic Throw is the most sought after thing in my trade union. For a piece of hers, they were willing to bid at a very expensive price: breaking through two thousand pieces of gold!”

Mantingan was not too surprised when he heard the number. However, he was very happy. At least it can pay for a little bit of guilt.

“When I decided to auction the last five ejections, the price jumped sharply. Ten thousand gold pieces for each sheet!”

The mantan nodded slowly with a fluffy smile on his face.

“I will only take advantage of one tenth, then—”

“Save all that money, Dara. After ruining our agreement, I feel I have no right to accept even a piece of bronze from you. Think of it as the end of our trade cooperation, Dara.”

Now Dara frowned. “Last cooperation? Mantingan, you do not mean ...”

When Dara was no longer able to continue the words, there Mantingan nodded his head. While putting on a gentle smile, Mantingan explained, “I have a lot of tasks I haven't finished yet, Dara. For quite a long time later, I felt like I could not sell the Magic Throw to you. I can't tell you in this place, but I hope you'll be willing to listen to it in my dorm.