The Musafir
Stay in a Small Village
The village is indeed small, it can even be said to be too small, because there are no lodging buildings there. By a resident, Mantingan and Bidadari Sungai Utara are advised to stay at a food stall.
“Our village is not infrequently visited by travelers who are looking for a shortcut,” said the villager. “They have to stay overnight, but here there is no lodging, then that is how then food stalls or houses of residents become lodging. For one or two nights, they usually do not ask for payment, and instead consider you as guests. But more than that, the business can be another.”
Mantingan felt it would be much more comfortable to stay at the food stall, but the reality is not so. It is true that he and the Angel of the North River will be served as guests, even Munding Caraka was given grass, but the tavern is not a friendly place at night.
The Mantingan and the North River Angel get each one a cot to sleep on. Actually Mantingan could have fallen asleep at that time, but he became uncomfortable because of the worry about the North River Angel. The girl was the king's daughter, who had now even become the king's consort, would have been used to sleeping on a soft and warm cotton bed.
Dippans made only of reed can not be compared with cotton beds. Like the earth with the sky. So, surely the North River Angel will not feel comfortable at all in this tavern.
“Not a problem, Mantingan,” said the girl after realizing the meaning of Mantingan's worried gaze. “I can understand the situation.”
However, the main problem is not about the bamboo cots that feel very hard, but the rats!
As the martial world warrior who always kept his vigilance against all the slightest movements, the existence of the rats was like a nightmare. Every time they wanted to sleep, the rat's prowess forced the two to widen their eyes again.
Not to mention, those rodents had incredible courage. They did not hesitate to attack Mantingan or Bidadari Sungai Utara even though the two young men showed such clear signs of life. If they were late in expelling the crazy rats, the blink of an eye, then their skin could be ripped off, and the saliva of the animal would almost certainly carry a deadly disease.
“I just kill them all!” The mantan lost his temper before he sent dozens of poisonous needles into the dark room, as if unguided, but a moment later the mouse's great-grandsons sounded like they were enduring an unbearable pain.
The North River Angel with shock said, “It is not good to do so, Mantingan. Don't you still have a protective magic spell to prevent the rats from approaching us?”
Mantingan clucked annoyed. He hadn't thought about that before. He was so angry that he could no longer think clearly. On the other hand, the calmness, patience, and maturity of the North River Angel managed to make him amazed.
He recalled a word Kiai Guru Kedai:
“A man makes a decision according to the considerations and calculations that are most reasonable, while a woman makes a decision according to her feelings. It is not a mistake, for thus the Sovereign created all things in pairs. If a judgment is taken only according to the most reasonable consideration and calculation without including feelings, then it can be very dangerous; vice versa.
“Lelaki will lose the ability to reason his sense when lust has let him be a winner, they seem to be blind mind. While women will lose their reasoning and common sense if they are too obedient to their feelings.”
At that time, Mantingan still difficult to understand what was conveyed by Kiai Guru Kedai at that time. However, it is now realized very well, how the woman before him has succeeded in conquering the bad will in him a little, so that the patience and compassion of a real woman emanated in him.
Are women not the most powerful in restraining and calming men?
In the end, Mantingan regretted his actions with all the rats in the room, because in the end he would not want to eat their meat. However, once the rice has become pureed, it is impossible to return it to its original state.
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MANTINGAN decided to continue the journey on a blind morning, which could not even be called as the light of the land. It would be faster if they continued their journey by flying on the Munding, whereas it would only invite death if they did so in the clear morning.
Lucky by then the store owner has come to start cooking food, so that Mantingan and Bidadari Sungai Utara can say goodbye while paying for their ‘inapan’ last night.
The old woman then prepared two bundles of banana leaves containing corn and steamed beans, although Mantingan repeatedly refused and requested that the gold pieces be accepted. But after repeatedly the old mother of the owner of the shop refused it, Mantingan no longer forced. Is not obstruction of others who want to do good a sin?
“Be careful on the way, Son, my prayers are always with you two. Although Hero Man has cleared Tarumanagara from the dirty hands of the repeat intruders, it does not mean that everything is safe, especially now that the young hero has become a fugitive, it is not impossible that crime will be rampant again because there is no longer their fear,” the message of the old mother of the store owner, who immediately made Mantingan feel a little haru, he said, not because the name of the Man Hero is said to have cleansed the troublemakers from Tarumanagara, but because the old woman still feels obliged to commemorate even pray for them after all he has given is actually excessive.
“We express our deepest gratitude for your kindness, Mother.” When he said that, Mantingan bowed his body deeply. Not once did it cross his mind to be arrogant to anyone who had done him good, even though that person was obviously very adoring to him. Not one bit.
Bidadari Sungai Utara also expressed his gratitude, even had a conversation with the old woman who owned the shop. Of course the usual caping she was wearing was removed, because it felt how impossible it would have been if it turned out that the old mother of the shop owner was from the martial well.
“How handsome you are,” praise the old mother of the store owner when he stared at the eyes of the North River Angel's face beauty exceeds the idea of beauty itself. “Keep ye with him, Son; have been fortunate with you, also fortunate with you.”
Just then, Mantingan frowned. She and the shop owner's mother obviously only met for a very short time, but why did the woman seem to have really recognized the relationship between herself and the North River Angel?
Didn't they never reveal themselves as lovers or even traveling companions to the old mother of the tavern owner?
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note:
Hello, long time no see, almost a whole month.
I have disappeared almost without leaving any kind of trace, though I know that there is not much waiting for the presence of the Musafir.
Let me explain the matter.
In January, I got a contract to write globally, using English of course, I will not mention the name of the platform.
From then on, I barely had a chance to write the Musafir. Despite the opportunity, my ability to write in this language style has been a lot blunt. Finally, I decided not to write a continuation of this story rather than unsatisfactory results.
Next, I offer two options:
1. Continuing this volume elsewhere\, and thus making the Musafir in NovelToon finished. The update is still uncertain.
2. Continuing this volume in another place\, but with a paid chapter\, so that updates can be more assured\, because the income of the Musafir can be considered as "walk money" for me. I can also use the benefits for the development of this work.
3. Gave me time to write\, before releasing this volume in the form of a printed book. Benefits\, editorial will be better and can sign (very confident this one author).
One that may be a certainty, I will not continue this story in NT, because the Musafir has reached the lowest level and seems unlikely to be able to rise. I choose to make the Musafir as an independent work starting from this jlid, and if possible I continue until the second book that is many times more extraordinary.
