The Musafir
Memories that are Insulting
UPON hearing the explanation from the frail youth of the innkeeper, Mantingan's gaze towards Chitra Anggini grew sharper. No need to be difficult to interpret it, Mantingan asked the woman not to say a word that if painful like that again.
“Where is your dying friend right now?” Mantian asked.
“There at his house, Hero. Not far from this place, the distance is only a cross of arrows. His family gathered to wait for him to be picked up.”
“Take me to the place,” said Mantingan later, “maybe I can help some things.”
“Alright, Hero, please follow sahaya steps.”
When the young man began to walk, and Mantingan set his foot, along with Chitra Anggini too, just as Mantingan stopped and cleared his throat several times. The others stopped their steps.
“Chitra, you don't have to follow me. Just gather every head of the family of all the residents in this settlement, or the representative is also okay while being trustworthy.”
Chitra Anggini frowned in the shadow of her caping. He felt that Mantingan had a much stronger reason than just giving him the task of gathering every family head in the Kotaraja Slum, but he did not know it.
Then the woman asked, “How would it be if something happened to me?”
The mantel back coughed slowly. It was truly unexpected that Chitra Anggini would ask for protection openly against him without a faint sense of shame. Wasn't as a swordsman, he didn't need to worry about her anything?
“You still have that Magic Throw that I gave you, don't you?”
In response to that answer, Chitra Anggini could only nod before lowering his head. Clearly the woman knew that there was no other choice for her than to obey.
“After all the heads of the family are collected, rent one room in the Night Gem Inn. You should read the thrower stuff as soon as possible.”
Of course Chitra Anggini knew what Mantingan meant. A poppy of giving the Darkness Mistress containing the language and script of the cipher must be read immediately. Their time at the Love Event is only four days left, while there is no guarantee that the contents of the splinters are read all in such a short time.
“Alright,” said Chitra Anggini in the end. “Don't take too long, and be careful. I may not be able to save you again in this place.”
Mantingan nodded while throwing a reassuring smile before walking away with the young man of the inn.
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WHEN Mantingan entered the room that became the residence of the person dying from the expulsion, the sounds of crying could already be heard with how clear. For anyone who hears the choir, it will bristle the fur of his horse. Including the Mantingan. Those cries were the ever-mongering, death-previous songs of loved ones left behind!
Mantingan walked faster, until he found a crowd of people circling a weathered bed. It was from them that the sounds of crying came. While on the bed, there appeared a man with bruises all over his body, lying helplessly in tattered clothes.
“Oh, husband! Why do you go when blessings have come down from heaven? What a cruel fate that does not let you have fun even for a moment!”
The mantingan stopped stepping after hearing that. Blatantly, the woman who was the wife of the man had declared her husband dead. That way, there was nothing else he could do. No matter how powerful he is, Mantingan still cannot revive the dead.
However, a moment later Mantingan stepped back towards the bed. Without excuse, Mantingan opened the crowd of grieving people. No matter if they thought it disrespectful, however much he did not have much time!
Mantingan touched the tips of both fingers on the neck of the poor man. No more pulse. But when then the circulation of prana energy to the man's body, Mantingan found that the man's heart was still beating even though the movement was very weak!
When Mantingan was just about to make a rescue, suddenly the wife of the man pulled her arms very strongly, then shouted loudly like a possessed person, “Tuan! Can the master save him? Save him, sir, there is no one else I have but him! Save him, Sir! Save her! I'll do anything for you!”
“Quiet!” The mantang said firmly. “I'll do what I can do, but if Puan is like this, I can't do anything!”
Then in an instant, she removed her grip from Mantingan's hand, but still begged that her husband might be saved.
Mantingan again focused all his attention on the man before him. Put both of his palms on the man's chest. Stabilizing the shape of the body for a moment, he then muttered a little to himself, “This should not be difficult to do. Sasmita has taught it right to me.”
Slowly, a stream of pranic energy entered the man's body through both Mantingan palms. The number is so great, that it even makes the man's body slightly glowing as a result. Then, Mantingan concentrate all the circulation of pranic energy to the heart of the man, because first the heart must be made to beat to make sure the blood continues to irrigate the body before treating other injuries.
In a short time, the man's heart had been made to beat like before. His chest returned to the fireworks. The air began to go in and out of his nose, although it was undeniable to remain stingy.
After that, Mantingan began to treat deep wounds that were very much lodged in the man's body. The bones that were previously broken and where they should not have been, were repaired again by prana. Likewise with other organs that are slightly damaged by the impact of blunt objects. Luckily no one used a sharp weapon to attack the poor man, or it would be difficult for anyone to save him!
When the treatment was nearing its final stage, marked by the fingers of the man who began to move even though small, all the people in the room gave high gratitude to the batara deity. Their attention began to divert to Mantingan, as the only person considered a savior, but then they were confused because they found the young man's eyes wet.
Mantingan certainly did not become moved because he had managed to save the poor man, but by a sweet and bitter memory that had returned to his mind.
“Sasmita, I managed to do it. It's not in vain that you teach me.” The mantan muttered very slowly while slowly closing his eyes. How the memory had completely blurred his thoughts, and could not even think how the people in the room were still watching him who almost shed tears.
A cursory item then, without being guided by anything, Mantingan moved away from the room. Not until his attention is enough to repay those who bend their knees while conveying deep gratitude. He just kept going, like he did not set a direction, without realizing how many people were following him from behind!
