The Musafir
Starting the Adventure of the Enemy
Jaya shook her head in admiration. Never had he seen such an amazing cloth. Cold during the day and warm at night, what kind of fabric is that? Even Kenanga said that inside there were still some clothes and food, all of which were packed tightly. Jay is very grateful for all these equipment. His adventurous desire increased for a moment.
“I didn't give you a gun, Kangmas. You will walk in peace, in peace, and bring peace. If Kangmas fights, then come back here to receive punishment.”
Jay laughed instead. How not to laugh? Kenanga who looked like a gentle and beautiful girl was trying to be assertive like a squad leader. Kenanga even looks funny with that attitude.
“Why does Kangmas laugh? Am I not firmly scolding you?”
Jaya laughed even harder, Kenanga laughed along with it. After one of them stopped and the other one, both looked.
“I have to go now.”
“As a parting gift, Kangmas can take anything from me.”
“This alone is enough for supplies.” Jaya pointed to the bundle and the four coffers.
“I'm not talking about supplies. Kangmas is free to take anything from me.”
Jaya squinted her eyes. Trying to find something from Kenanga's bold gaze. After finding him, he quickly stood up, turned around, then cleared his throat.
“I don't want.”
“Yakin?”
“Yes. Now I'm going to go.” Jaya took the bundelam and draped it on the back, then the four coffers were fastened around the waist. “Yes, I'm sure."
“Kangmas, look at me.”
Jaya shook her head, not wanting to stare at Kenanga's body let alone her face. He was afraid to change his mind, which then made Kenanga lose her honor. Even Jaya started walking towards the door when all the equipment was installed.
“Kangmas, stop!”
Jaya took a deep breath, inevitably stopping as well.
“Reverse and look me in the eye!”
Jaya turned around, somewhat reluctantly but still staring at Kenanga's beautiful face.
“Why not want?”
“I'm not that kind of person, Kenanga. I know you rarely meet men, but don't be like this ...”
“That's exactly your reason?”
“True.”
“Did you change your mind? What if I offer you one more time?”
“How many times do you offer, I still don't want to, Kenanga. Find others only.”
Kenanga nodded once. Suddenly smiling widely. His face showed wisdom.
“Kangmas made it through the last test from me.” Kenanga clapped her hand once. “If only Kangmas accepted the offer, then Kangmas' life would end in this place.”
The mantang exhaled a long breath, aware that he had just faced death. “You're really going to kill me?”
Jay laughed a little later. “I saved myself.”
Kenanga chimed in with laughter. After being silent, they looked at each other again. Once more.
“I have to go.”
“You said it earlier.” Kenanga smiled. “Let me deliver.”
Jaya and Kenanga came out of the house. Towards the page.
At that moment the wind was blowing. The red leaves flew, one or two perched or hit the bodies of the two young men. His second shirt fluttered like the longest flag on a pole. A farewell atmosphere that Jaya will never forget.
They also came to the arched tree like the door. Kenanga faced Jaya and held her two hands. Looked at his face. With a sad smile he said, “Come back no matter what happens. And don't die before you get back here, Kangmas.”
“I want when I come back later, you stop calling me Kangmas, Nyai.” Jaya smiled.
“Now can." Kenanga smiled. "From now on, your name is Mantingan. As long as you're slammed, then your name is Mantingan. But when you return to bring success, your name will change to Jaya.”
“I like that nice name.” Jaya nodded slowly. “And your name will be changed to Memories as long as I miss you in the outside world.”
“Do not make the atmosphere sad.” Kenanga looked down, hiding her tears.
“You're crying?”
“Wind blows dust into my eyes, I so cry.” But Kenanga was sobbing, definitely not from the dust. Now he raised his face. “I'll miss you.”
“I also.” Jaya who was out of nowhere, hugged Kenanga gently. Kenanga. Mantingan's hand moved rubbing the poor girl's hair. “I'll definitely be back even in a mess.”
After that Jaya took off her embrace. Nodding steadily, then walking across the curved tree. His body disappeared from Kenanga's sight, making the girl squabble and cry out.
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The mantan felt a different air. So did the forest he saw. This time the trees were green, and he was at a height. Go back to the place before meeting Kenanga. Had it not been for the clothes and supplies that Kenanga gave her, Mantingan would have felt that everything that happened just now was a mere dream.
First of all, Mantingan thinks he should find out about the legend of Kembangmas even further. Maybe he can find it in the city. With clothes that are still neat and look like a scholar, it will not be difficult to dig up the news should be.
Mantingan did not linger anymore, he remembered his promise. Then he slowly went down to the foot of the hill. The burden on the bundle was only felt a little now. After descending from the hill, Mantingan walked towards the city. It didn't take long to get to the city, just a half-day walk away.
From this hill, there is a path at the foot of the hill that will lead to the main road leading to the city. This path is rarely touched by people, as evidenced by the rising grass and the grass that covers part of the road. Mantingan feet that have been accustomed to being exposed to the ground almost do not feel itchy by the grass, his feet can also break the grass without blisters.
When the sun is right on the central horizon, Mantingan enters the main road to the city. There he was not protected by the tree from the sun, so the stinging heat completely burned his skin. But he is not afraid of black, let it be black as long as it is a real man.
A horse-drawn carriage drove not far behind towards Mantingan. The young man stopped and gestured for a ride. Due to his fine clothes, Mantingan easily got a ride.
“Sudilah Raden get into this dilapidated horse carriage.” A middle-aged man opened the wooden horse carriage and graciously pointed at the space in his carriage with a thumb.
Mantingan almost choked because it was called “Raden”. Clothing really changes the view of position on a person. Although called so and highly respected, Mantingan attitude does not necessarily become arrogant.
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