The Musafir

Towards the Island in the Middle of the Gulf

MANTINGAN straight up all the tea in the pottery until without waste. Clean. Despite the bitter taste, the look on the young man's face did not show the slightest change in goods.

“I still haven't found it. Give me one more pottery.” The mantle again placed the pottery on a wooden pedestal.

Surprise was clearly reflected on the look on the face of Puspa the waiter. The woman had never found anyone capable of spending a pottery of bitter tea in one gulp at a time. Most of his customers would spit the tea out of their mouths because they were unable to bear the bitter taste. But now his ears really did not hear wrong, Mantingan asked for another cup of pottery!

Not himself as a servant has the right to ask anything to his customers. So obediently, he again made a pot of tea for the young man. He pleased himself with the suggestion that the first pot was to clear his throat before he could actually enjoy the next pottery.

But beyond his expectations, Mantingan again bulldozed the tea inside the pot in one gulp! Even to hold his breath.

“Still I haven't found.” Manten shook his head. “Please one more pottery.”

That is how it continues to repeat until the dried tea leaves in the white cloth package when Mantingan has completed the twentieth pottery.

Puspa looked very frightened, thinking Mantingan deliberately drank so much tea to end his own history with an unspeakable bitter taste. It was seen that the young man's lips had lost their color.

“Is there anything else?” The mantan asked in a bitter voice. Tongue's cow.

“Of course The Lodging of a Thousand Cups still has plenty of tea leaves, Mr.” Puspa stopped for a moment. Seemed so hard against the feeling of hesitation just to get the next words out. “But, Puspa strongly discourages you from drinking bitter tea again. It can endanger the life of the Master, while Puspa does not want people as good as you have to die because of the dangerous tea to make.”

The mantle was silent after those words so pierced his mind.

“Master must stay alive so that you can continue to spread kindness to others. Don't just Puspa feel it.” The woman's tears welled up in her petals. Didn't expect to have the courage to speak such words.

Mantingan let out a long sigh before saying, “Alright, just do your duty here. Thank you for serving me.”

So quickly the maid cleaned her tools to leave Mantingan in the room. But before actually leaving, with the courage that had accumulated he asked, “Pardon Puspa who had been desperate to ask the Master, sir, but Puspa still do not understand why from earlier Sir like looking for something from the tea that is bright make.”

While smiling thinly, Mantingan actually threw the question back, “Can you find a connection between the martial world with a cup of tea, Puspa?”

“The thought of peril is too narrow, Sir, but let it be the biggest question in Puspa's life to find the answer soon.” Respectfully, the maid bowed deeply before leaving the room.

***

MORNING blind, Mantingan prepared to leave the inn with Munding Caraka. On the body of the buffalo, it had been bound to a wooden box containing a pair of Moon Swords. The Mantin carried nothing more than the Savrinadeya Sword and the Lotus Book.

The things in his bundle he had burned were scorched to a worthless mass of ashes. The martial books he had learned did not escape the lick of fire. However, the books are so valuable that they can be a source of danger if they fall into the wrong hands.

“Puspa told me that you drank so much tea last night, maybe that's why you turned down my offer at this time,” said the inn's mother. “Maybe you need another warmth? The fire stove in the kitchen is still burning when you want.”

Mantingan again rejected him and said that he could warm himself with pranic energy, not needing help from anything or anyone. He was quick to say goodbye after sitting right on the saddle of Munding.

“Be careful, Hero. My good hope always accompanied you,” last store owner's mother with haru, she knew very well that it was impossible for her to meet again with Mantingan. In fact, there had been a figure Kiai Kedai that he missed in the young man.

***

FROM above the sky, Kotaraja Koying looked extremely dark. It really signifies how the city is in a downfall after the treasonous actions carried out by the Dark Lord. Not many are interested in lighting the dark lanterns.

There is only one place that is even brighter and brighter than before any act of treason. That is the Kotaraja Slum which is very happy with the death of the king. At first, they were still in a massive celebration shown to the Young Hero of the Resurrection.

The mantel slightly revealed a happy smile. The stealth meat that it shares can have a huge impact on the residents of the neighborhood. Despite eating only a piece, the meat would make one energetic and not feel hungry for more than three days, it was more than enough to make the residents of the Kotaraja Slum Settlement desirable as manual laborers.

With the income of money, slowly the poor settlements can rise again.. Especially after Mrs Darkness with all her underground network managed to repel the network of swordsmen who were originally deeply rooted in the place.

At least, the rise of the Kotaraja Slum Settlement became the only happiness Mantingan could feel at this time. But unfortunately, he had to leave the city as soon as this. So that he could not inform the settlers in the neighborhood not to build a temple for him. He is not a god or a dead person so it must be sent prayers and offerings every day.

Munding Caraka continued to accelerate at a moderate speed just above the sky. He deliberately flew under the mega-mega, much lower than usual, because he did not want Mantingan to lose too much prana energy to keep his body warm.

While himself has transformed into a red buffalo hairy very dense, so the exposure of cold air in the morning blind is not a problem for him. It was indeed like that his body was designed as a flying demon.

Mantingan stared at Kotaraja for the last time before Munding took him to the middle of the bay which was filled only with darkness.

The sun does not rise in the east. The sky became very dark with no stars or moon, because indeed the clouds and thick fog wrapped the city and its surroundings with specks of rain.

Although the surrounding conditions are very dark, Mantingan can still find the existence of the island in the middle of the bay with the Science of Hearing Dew Drops. Together with Munding Caraka, they are like flying bats that can still determine the direction without hitting anything even though the situation is very dark.

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note:

Here, I will free the Budiman Reader to imagine the appearance of Chitra Anggini as desired or specified. If yesterday someone said that Chitra Anggini is similar to Anya Geraldine, then just imagine so. Free it!