The Musafir
Leave the Palace
PUAN Darkness retorted with such a delicate and shady voice, making Mantingan momentarily forget his suspicions. “I thought we knew each other, Hero. Isn't that right?”
“Only your name I know. Mistress Darkness.”
“Can you also know my name?”
“If you had set me up in your game, Mum, it would not be appropriate for you to answer me like that. Once you know almost everything about me, maybe even everything about me you know, but there's very little I know about you. Can it be called fair?” Mantingan replied coldly, as if he had no regard for the feelings of others or his own feelings by those words. “I just want to know more about the person who has managed to make me lulled and lulled so deep into this trap, at least before my life is up found the end.”
Getting such a reply, Mrs Darkness could not immediately answer. Although he had received many bitter words during his life, but the bitterness he felt from Mantingan's words was completely different. As if the bitterness was not deliberately issued, but on the contrary because basically what was experienced by the young man was very bitter.
“My name is so despicable for you to know, Hero.” The Dark Lord continued his footsteps, but then his head bowed slowly. “As you say, it's true. I have trapped you to such a distance that you cannot now escape the effects of the trap. Your name as a hero for the crowd was actually tarnished because it helped me to make a mockery, when in fact you are absolutely forced to do that. This is my fault entirely. Say something that would pay for all that.”
“Didn't mind the fragrance or the rottenness of my name, but the things of those who are precious to me. Although all this is not your fault in full, but let me know what your name is, lest I remember you as a woman who can only hide in sheer darkness.”
Then silence. Mrs Darkness refused to answer, or at least she was considering what kind of answer she could give. Be they passing through hallway after hall, path after path, room after room, garden after garden, and even to the place where the ashes were kept silent without sound.
The mantle is directly crushed to the knees when facing two large jugs that stand next to each other. Clenching his hands, he closed his eyes. The quiet atmosphere has been very quiet since before. Praying the best for the two great heroes of his life. Then remember their kindness during life.
After a long time in that position, he stood up again.
“Murid may never see Master again. But if there is a next life, the Disciple will look for Master to demand again all the lessons you have given. Now the Disciple will obey with full compliance to the command of Master, that neither pleasure nor sorrow be something that drags on to hinder everything.” Mantingan said his last sentence. There were no tears streaming down her hardened cheeks.
Duhai, don't think that young man is too weak. Who could not bear to cry when left by a teacher who had even become a surrogate parent for him? No one can do that, even with a coat. No matter how strong people's shadows of him were, the young man still had feelings.
The coat immediately left the room. As his teacher said, it should not be allowed to be left until it drags on, nor with pleasure. Everything when based on feelings alone will only end in adversity.
Knowing that Mantingan will soon leave the palace, said Mrs Darkness, “Before you leave, take something in this place as an eye sign. I can show you the storehouse of treasures and heirloom weapons in this palace if you will.”
The mantan did not answer, but just stared at the woman sharply. Wouldn't anyone understand that he was not tempted at all by the abundance of treasure or the powerful weapons of the mandraguna? Moreover, under these circumstances, no more Mantingan can think of the two pleasures of life.
After taking off his gaze, the Mantin walked away leaving Mister Darkness alone. That was the last meeting for them.
“Didn't all this go too far?” He said softly to himself, for no one could hear his soft voice in that place. “Batara Dewa, Sahaya has destroyed a young man. Danger has made her feel an unbearable pain that will not heal with tears alone. Sahaya has made her originally fragrant name fragrant to become rotten blue. What kind of reply is worth the harm received?”
However great a Dark Lord hides all his original habits before the interlocutor, so that with that greatness he can trap the real Mantin also has the ability to read omens, so that with that greatness he can trap the Manten, but he is still a sentient man who is more of a female type.
If then he is alone without anyone seeing or hearing it, then there he will speak frankly on without disguise or theatrics as small as possible. It was there that he surrendered to the gods he still believed in, begging for forgiveness and also begging for a reply that deserved to be meted out to him.
***
KOTARAJA was struck by a tremendous silence before usually it became the busiest city in all of Dwipantara after Sundapura. Of course, this was caused by treason committed by Mrs Darkness that made the townspeople feel anxious if the chaos spread to the outside of the palace, so it is not wrong if then they decide to stay in the house only.
The streets of Kotaraja are actually more traversed by soldiers who patrol. Of course they were still the same soldiers as before the king died. They did not necessarily hold a rebellion, because they thought that the one who occupied the throne was still part of the palace family.
When Mantingan remembered about the concubines who had been killed that night, he could not help his mind's concern about Dara's condition. However, he later recalled that Rashid saw a group of trading groups owned by Dara leaving the city at high speed on the same night as the attack.
It is likely that the girl is still breathing today, but it is also unlikely that she was killed along with other concubines. The coach can only hope for the best.
Arriving at the cage where the cattle care, also the place where Munding Caraka left, he saw the gate of the building was tightly closed. Though usually, the gate is always opened wide both in the day and night without exception.
There is something unnatural!
Mantingan immediately jumped over the gate despite not getting permission. Munding Caraka could be in danger. Immediately after, his footsteps moved towards the back door of the building which was lucky to still be open.
His presence suddenly surprised people who were playing gambling in it. They did not think long to then pull the dagger tucked in the waist belt. How could they regard Mantingan as a friend who came well when the whole entrance to the building should be tightly locked?
“Who are you?” One of them stared at the young man from top to bottom. Seeing his very strange look. A sheathed unshielded sword lay on his waist, while on his back was a long wooden box tightly bound with a transverse shape.
Anyone who saw such a look had definitely been unable to stop second-guessing about his true identity. Not once did they see a swordsman who did not wrap his sword, especially the long wooden box that ran behind his body looked like a sword storage area. Why did he not put the gloved sword on the wooden box?
