The Musafir
Mother Owner of a Shop in Kotaraja
MANTINGAN rubbed the girl's face slowly, saying, “Indeed there is no need to tell. But, tell me how Kembangmas can take you to this place?”
“I don't know. I was unconscious right after the little boy took me away from the Koying Palace. When I woke up, I already found myself in this inn.”
Bidadari Sungai Utara then explained that the innkeeper treated him very well because he rented a special room for a short time. Surely Kembangmas paid for it.
“At last, you arrived at the end of the trip.” The Northern River Angel smiled gently. “What will you do next?”
Mantingan took a deep breath before getting up from the bed. “I don't know, Sasmita. It was very big to want me to leave the martial world with all this madness in it, but I was well aware of how much the Pair of the Moon Sword was my dependant.”
“I heard the news that Hero Man got the Sky Stakeholder mandate, the swordsman above all the warriors who maintain the balance of the martial earth-ceiling. Why do you now want to resign from the martial world?” The North River Angel refused to get out of bed, only staring at Mantingan meaningfully.
“I never wanted it, Sasmita, even being a swordsman I was merely forced to,” Mantingan replied honestly, really he wanted to get away from all short-term business.
“Why do you think so?” Sasmita looked at him with a curious twinkle.
“The warriors only did a futility. They have a power above the average broad man that they can use for good purposes, but let them use to pierce each other in the hope of dying in perfection. Sasmita, tell me, what kind of perfection do they mean?”
Answer the North River Angel, “To be weak will only make you oppressed, Mantingan. If you have gained strength, then you must fight those who have strength. The perfection that the warriors intended was when you died when all your strength had been exerted, as well as a proof of how truly they lived and died on the path of salvation.”
The mantel drew a cold breath. Being strong is only to die in strength, isn't that tantamount to futility? If power exists to solve a problem, then the martial world turns power into a problem. Those who are considered not to die in battle will never be considered true warriors.
“In that's where the madness lies, Mantingan. Not many lay people want to take the path of salvation because of the madness. After all, with all such insanity, the warriors will prevent themselves from interfering in the affairs of the common people.” Bidadari Sungai Utara continued while then pulling both shoulders of Mantingan until they fell back on the bed. “What else do you need to think about? Your Sasmita is here, just for you ...”
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that MORNING, in the Shop of a Thousand Cups. The shop owner's mother climbed the stairs with a butler next to her. On this day, they would do a thorough cleaning of the entire room of the inn located on the second floor of the tavern, this has indeed become the habit of the Thousand Cup Store even though they still do a light cleaning of each room after being occupied.
Cleaning like this does not necessarily make them a big loss, because most guests rarely stay until the morning, they only rent a room at night to just take off ‘penat’, because most guests rarely stay until the morning, they only rent a room at night to simply take off penat, given how the Thousand Cup Store is still a place of night entertainment.
When the two of them crossed the only door of the room that was still tightly locked at that time should the entire room door open as wide as possible, the mother of the tavern owner immediately stopped the step. The butler next to him also stopped.
“Did Mother Lakshmi miss him?” ask the young butler.
Smiling bashfully, the shop owner's mother named Lakshmi then replied, “I am so old, Puspa, so for what do I have to miss the young man? Just making up your mind.”
“Ah, Ms. Lakshmi should be self-conscious. Even though it is old, Mother's beauty is increasing. Already several times I irrigate on the beauty of Mother.” Puspa replied with red cheeks.
Hearing that compliment, Lakshmi could only smile. Puspa's words were not entirely wrong, he was indeed longing for Mantingan. Whether what happened to himself, Lakshmi did not understand. His admiration for Mantingan was weighing him down at this moment.
“Wait a minute, Mom, let Puspa find.” The young woman opened the leather bag that she had brought to order one by one the keys neatly stored in it. “Are you finally going to open this room after two weeks just locked?”
“Ya.” Lakshmi receives the key from Puspa's hand. “Although I have decided not to rent this room again, but do not let it be abandoned.”
Nodding small, Puspa again asked, “Perluk Puspa help Mom?”
“No need, you just check the other rooms, make sure nothing is missed.” After saying so, Lakshmi walked into the room before locking it back up.
Seen around. Dust and cobwebs are everywhere. He shook his head slowly while smiling thinly to remember when he delivered the Mantingan who was suffering great suffering after returning from the Koying Palace.
“The young man is too hard on himself.” While saying that, Lakshmi began to cast magic spells in the air.
He did not need to bother himself by touching the cleaning tool, because he had mastered a little more room cleaning magic spells. It does sound a little funny, but that's how magic has become inherent in everyday life in the city.
Those magic spells formed a ball of characters that spread to several corners of the room. The balls then suck all the dust and spider webs that are two cubits from the place, and then converted into small dense balls.
As the magic balls worked, Lakshmi walked around the room. It is certain that all the goods and equipment in the place can still be used as it should, although he knows very well how this room will not be occupied again.
At that moment, he found a silk bag lying on the table. Lakshmi frowned. He felt that he did not have such an item in his inn. If you think of it as rubbish, then would such an expensive silk cloth be thrown away by Mantingan?
Carefully, Lakshmi lifted the silk bag. Grittering voice. There's something in it! Could it be that this silk bag with all its contents was deliberately left behind?
Lakshmi unbonded on the bag, for the sake of then found dozens of stone grains the size of a thumb that still shines even though not decorated with light. Lakshmi's hands trembled violently, as the martial man himself knew very well how every single grain of those stones could be worth a thousand gold pieces!
In addition, Lakshmi found a piece of poultice inside. Soon the beautiful parobaya woman took it and read it.
Oh, the mother of a shop owner I don't know her name
I want to express my deep gratitude
for you have courted me in your inn very well
for you have told me about the Kiai Kedai
I left most of what I had to you
that is all I can use to repay your kindness
