The Musafir
Seeking Munding
“I want to take my car.” MANTINGAN directly threw a wooden slab at the person who spoke to him. No mincere.
“Your?” The man glanced at the wooden slab that had now moved into his hand. “All the animals in this place have been returned to their respective owners. But there are some animals that we deliberately set free at the foot of the mountain after not taken by the owner. Then it was my turn to ask, how do you dare to sassyly enter this place without permission?”
Face knitting Hardened mantan. Instead of answering, he just very sharply back throwing questions. “Have my car been thrown away?”
Faced with such disrespectful treatment from him, that person also had no interest in being polite.
“If it is true, then why? After all, the animals we throw away are only those who have been close to look, also seen suffering from pain.”
Mantingan moves forward with anger that is not a hindrance. The men responded by lunging directly at him using a dagger in each of their hands, but then without causing their bodies to fall to the bottom of the floor. Yet with any vision, even the vision of a swordsman who was able to catch fast movements became very slow, it did not appear that the Mantingan touched those people in the least.
They groaned in pain, desperately trying to get up, but with all that strength a strange force pressed them back down. Their bodies could not even be lifted even for a finger off the floor of the building.
“Sial! What kind of murderous Eve is this?!” One of them groaned in pain.
Mantingan does not want to care, so he said, “If I do not pay dearly so that you keep my car well, then this kind of business does not need me to fuss. But after all that was violated, no longer do I want to happen reluctantly.”
“Decars! We have to do it for a better purpose. We fear that the animals are plundered by free-roaming toilers all over the city after the union fell due to the treasonous actions of one of the grandfather's beloved concubines. It is better to let the animals live free than to suffer in the rough hands of the breeders!”
After thinking for a while, Mantingan released a murderous air that supported the movement of those people. Although in the depths of his mind he felt very guilty, but not the slightest change in the look of his face. He turned his body to leave immediately, but the men still held him back.
“Brother Swordsman, we have let you down too far. We know clearly our mistakes, but still be disrespectful to you. As an apology, let us return all your gold pieces.”
“No need. You're the guilty here.” Right after, Mantingan's body suddenly disappeared from its place. Like being carried away by the night wind which at this moment is indeed in a torrential mess.
The animal care cage guards looked at each other for a moment before sighing deeply. One of them even said, “Don't he have the face of Hero Man?”
“If that is true, then his attitude has changed a lot. It must not be light what he faced in the palace, also soon all of Dwipantara will corner him as a rebel.”
“Yes. But I still consider him a hero. How much is.”
***
The night, which was basically dark, was now growing more and more pitch-black after a sea of gray clouds covered the sky. Lightning snatching. Winds rumbling. Likewise with the rain, it was terrible to fall.
In the interior of the forest, Mantingan flashed rapidly. Such a situation is not very beneficial for the user of science to relieve the body, because the wind blowing is not playing strong it can blow the bodies of warriors.
Therefore, Mantingan decided to release the science of lightening his body and even install the science of body weights, even though he had to expend a much greater energy to be able to keep flashing fast.
The search for Munding Caraka continues despite not having any leads. The forest at the foot of the mountain is a vast wilderness, while Munding is just a buffalo whose size is no more than a lump of rock on the edge of the river.
Mantingan's actions seemed very unlikely to find success, but the young man did not care about all the bad impressions that perched in the bottom of his mind. He believes in his ability to read omens, with which he can still feel the existence of Munding around him.
The young man continued to flicker and flicker. There was nothing else he did but just flutter. Rain water felt as sharp as flying needles when it touched his skin, but he could not care for the feeling.
If Chitra Anggini has left him, then do not Munding so. Who else does he have now?
Then he looked up to face the sky. With the help of the light from the flashes of lightning, he could see Munding swooping down from space towards where he was standing at the moment.
“He's chasing me?”
So, it is not Mantingan who is looking for Mundingan, it is precisely the buffalo who realized in Kotaraja has been chasing him. It is fitting that the young man felt that Munding was always around him but he did not find him, apparently the buffalo was flying against the wind to catch him in the middle of the wilderness like this.
Munding Caraka stopped swooping when his height was equal to the tops of the trees, but his speed did not decrease as he darted towards Mantingan. The buffalo was whining.
As if knowing the meaning of the whimper, the Mantingan immediately flashed and landed right on Munding's back just before the buffalo swooped back up into the sky.
“Ongng!”
The mantle finally smiled. That was the first genuine smile she showed after the attack at Koying Palace that night.
“I'm sorry I didn't see you soon, Munding.” Mantingan's voice could not defeat the roar of the wind, but Munding Caraka did not need a language to get the idea Mantingan conveyed.
The buffalo again moaned, but unfortunately only Mantingan a person who can understand the language of the buffalo using the ability to read omens. For the rest, no one will understand. People would only assume that the young man had lost his mind or lost his friends.
“Back to kotaraja. We're staying for one night. Tomorrow morning blind we should meet Chitra Anggini on the island in the bay off the port of kotaraja.”
“Ongng?”
“Nothing. Everything will improve.” The mantan said so while shaking slowly. Even he was not sure of that word.
***
MANTINGAN decided to stay at the Thousand Cup Inn. Only the inn was still receiving guests when the other inns shut their doors. Of course with the strength of the warriors behind the Thousand Cup Inn, the troublemakers would think dozens of times to attack the place.
The innkeeper's mother greeted Mantingan with a concerned face, and without much ado led the young man straight to the best room he had.
“Master of Darkness has announced about you on all of its network ranks,” said the innkeeper's mother after they arrived inside the room. “I can feel what you feel, Hero Man, although only a little when compared to the amount of grief you get. For the death of your teacher, I grieve deeply.”
The mantan smiled thinly while nodding slowly. “Thank you for this room. I only want to stay one night, is this enough?”
The mantant issued five gold pieces at once.
“No need to pay anything here. You are free to take and do anything.”
Not wanting to refute it anymore, the Mantingan kept the gold pieces back. “And can my cabins get a shady spot too?”
“Of course. I'll give him the best place and food. You don't have to worry about anything.”
Not wanting to disturb Mantingan's calm any further, the innkeeper's mother immediately left the young man alone.
