The Musafir

As the End of the Story of Friends on a Journey - Volume 7 Finished

JUST before the girl's body touched the sand of the beach with all its helplessness, Mantingan quickly breathed her into a groan. Chitra Anggini was depleted before she began to channel countless amounts of pranic energy to the woman.

“How did you get away from my totokankan?! Chitra!”

Mantingan continues to drain pranic energy nonstop. More and more. Being the most he ever spent. Chitra Anggini can't die. Chitra Anggini can't die! That was all he had in mind at the moment.

“Why are you recklessly attacking me with such speed?! You know I can't possibly kill you!”

He saw then the thin lips of the woman presented a smile that shook the feeling for anyone who saw her.

“I know, Mantingan. I truly know that you will not let your heart harm me, especially if it kills me, then I deliberately steal a pair of Moon Swords to move as fast as my mind, so that you are not able to see my face, nor will you think that I have such an ability. Thus, will you not only bring out your true abilities?”

Mantingan shook his head many times. It was never suspected how Chitra Anggini was able to release his photo, nor was it more unexpected if the woman had the shrewdness to play the sword so great, so great, until the guess about the opponent who had attacked it was actually the thief of the Pair of Moon Sword.

Such a guess makes Mantingan no longer have any other intentions, other than to win and kill his opponent. It was not even thought to let the pair of mestika swords hit his chest, so that his defeat and death became a certainty. Not one bit.

“I have loved you for a long time, Mantingan, since our first meeting when I confronted you in the wilderness of the jungle. I don't care about how much other girls love you, but my love will never change, because I don't think anyone falls for you as much as I fell. But to the Angel of the North River with all his merits that truly love you, this terrible and despicable me felt defeated. It is better for me to die in your hands than to endure jealousy ....

“Duhai, there is no need for your face to be sad like that, because the situation like now has long been wanted since long ago. When I know you will not be mine, as if I have broken all my hopes, but this is my last hope, to die in your hands.

“I am very grateful to you for meeting those expectations, Mantingan. If there is a next life, I will find someone who really looks like you, and I hope at that time I have deserved to match you.”

Chitra Anggini's eyes were closed. His chest stopped going up and down. Indeed there is no hope whatsoever, pranic energy is only able to make it live a little longer. The Sword of Savrinadeya struck the heart of the woman.

“Do not die, Chitra .. do not die ...” Mantang held Chitra Anggini's body tightly. Her crying could no longer be held. “It's not possible that I accidentally killed you, Chitra. Not possible.”

However, the life of Chitra Anggini has indeed been separated from his body. No longer able to talk.

The more tightly Matingan hugged the body of his companion who still felt warm. He was unable to speak himself anymore. He was unable to shout loudly at the girl's name, echoing her to the sky. He is unable to move or shift from that position. He was unable to overcome that inability. Everything really feels empty, empty, gone.

Only her tears were flowing more and more. His grimacing mouth was like enduring a pain in the body. His hand that grips strong like not wanting to let go of whatever he holds, make forever.

He recalled how back at the Tapa Balian residence he had managed to poke the blood way of Chitra Anggini, and the girl was completely powerless to take it off.

He also remembered how the ability of Chitra Anggini to play a sword is very bad, because indeed the main weapon of the girl is foliage that can even be sharper than the mestika sword though.

How could Chitra Anggini be able and resistant to hide all his abilities during this time?

The sun is high. Half of his body has been protruding from the ocean, moving very slowly as if trying hard to escape from the snares of fishing ropes stuck in the coral reef, it was so slow that it didn't move at all. The light made the shadow of Mantingan who was hugging Chitra Anggini's drooping body was elongated in the sand of the beach. Her tears looked like fresh morning dew promising cheerfulness.

That's not the end of most traveling friends? It is said that many of them ended up traveling with each other when they reached the end of the island because they had to stop the adventure, so that one of them or even both of them will lie without their lives on the beach sand.

Isn't that what happened to the two of them right now?

Mantian heard the sound of footsteps slipping from behind him. A killer's lust is spinning. He could feel some machetes being drawn towards him, which could be flung to his neck at any time if desired.

However, the Mantingan did not shift a single inch from its place. Let those men slash his neck. Let his life be lost at this moment. Let it all happen, he doesn't care.

Then then, the sound of the footsteps of a few pairs of legs suddenly stopped. There was a voice from those people who seemed to be negotiating half arguing, of course with a completely different language. Until a moment passed, there was only one person who approached Mantingan.

“Decars from the outside world ..” hiss that person with a stiff-sounding pronunciation. “Didn't you ever come to notice not to visit this island?”

The mantle did not answer. Even more than that, he could not hear any more sounds. Immersed in a sea of sorrow within his own head. Separate from ideas, separate from thought, separate from everything.

“I've heard the story of a pair of warriors who killed each other by the beach after ending their journey. We will honor your lover and bury him properly, but we must still arrest you for breaking the rules.”

The man stretched out his arm and patted the shoulder of the Manten before the young man became unconscious.

VOLUME 7: "Duka Prague in Kotaraja" completed.