The Musafir
Apprehension
The atmosphere was silent after Chairman Rama asked that question. The heart of the Mantingan slightly thumped, waiting for an answer from Uncle Kedai.
Uncle Kedai sighed and shook his head slowly. “Child Mantingan himself who said he did not want to be educated by me.”
Rama looked at the confused Mantingan, “Is that so, Anakmas?”
“Yes, Chairman, but I told you when I first met Uncle Kedai. At that time I did not know about the relationship between Uncle Kedai and White College.”
“But still those words you once said.” Uncle Kedai quickly said.
Now Mantingan knew what the strange old man wanted. Uncle Kedai wanted Mantingan himself who asked Uncle Kedai to educate him. Not a difficult thing actually, but if only Mantingan did not understand the meaning of Uncle Kedai, then certainly Uncle Kedai did not want to teach Mantingan.
"Uncle Kedai, with all due respect I asked Uncle willing to teach me martial arts.”
Uncle Kedai smiled widely. “Then Rama came out of my shop.”
“Teh I have not finished, Kiai ..”
“You didn't pay for that tea, get out!”
Chief Rama smiled bitterly as he turned to Mantingan. “Anakmas, take good care of yourself here. Maybe we'll see each other again in a few years. Bye!”
Chairman Rama got up from his seat, paid respect to Uncle Kedai and then came out of there. Missed Mantingan and Uncle Shop there who still enjoy the view, and tea.
The new mantle spoke after the tea in his cup ran out. “Uncle Shop, are you really willing to teach me the science of shining?”
Uncle Shops said, “I feel the need to teach you, Son Mantingan. From later on you endanger others.”
“Uncle, Chairman Rama also said like that to me, what is wrong with me exactly?”
“Your problem is a lot, Mantingan.” Uncle Kedai exhaled slowly. “You have a cursed talent, to finally become a damned person as well.”
“What Uncle is kidding?”
“This time I'm not kidding. You will really be a dangerous person if not controlled from the beginning.” Uncle Kedai looked at Mantingan. “Actually your potential to be a talented swordsman is no less high, but evil will always be more tempting than good. Therefore, what you need to learn is not really his martial arts, but how to control your lust.”
“So Uncle has no intention of teaching me silat?”
Uncle Kedai shakes. “No Coat. Silat is you. The blood of a tough fighter runs in your blood. Whether your grandfather or your great-grandfather is a tough fighter.”
Mantingan tried to remember, but the father of his father was a sickly man from young, and died young anyway, then surely he was not a tough fighter. But his great-grandfather was not known by Mantingan where and who he was, because he himself never asked, nor did he listen too much if his mother discussed his great-grandparents, could he be the one?
“Why doesn't that blood flow to my father's or my mother's?”
“What kind of blood fighter do I get, Uncle?”
Uncle Kedai loosened his smile. “Children Mantingan, let me ask you a few things!”
“Please, Uncle.”
“Is your family a good family?”
“Of course, Uncle, I was even taught to read-write by them.”
“But the blood of the fighter you get is the blood of a black stream fighter, Mantingan. Black flow.” Uncle Kedai looked at him sharply. “And amazingly, the ability of the black fighter is twice as big in your blood. Know Mantingan, that the decrease in the blood of fighters is very rare, and a double-large decrease never happened before.”
Stunned mantle. “What bad impact will I get?”
“The blood of fighters who come down to you will affect what you can learn and what you will not learn. Since the blood of the fighter that is shed on you is black blood, then the science that you can learn is only black magic. It was also just the moves learned by the fighter.” Uncle Shops laughed softly. “This decrease in blood can be beneficial, it can also be detrimental.”
The mantle seemed to lose its power. “The blood I get is not favorable blood.”
“Don't say so, Son Mantingan.” Uncle Kedai shakes. “The profit or loss depends on the way you respond to it.”
“What does Uncle mean? Although I assume that this is a blessing, it is still a bad thing. The curse. My own uncle told me that man can say anything but it still does not affect the truth. I may not want to learn silat, if later I only harm others.”
“You don't need to talk if you want to do something.” Uncle Kedai smiled again. “Black silat science or white silat science is still a martial science. It is not the science that determines the nature of a person. The science of martial arts is the science of fighting, not too affecting the goodness or error of one's mind. Then what can change it is yourself, Mantingan. What determines your attitude is you, not the science of judgment.
“Listen, Mantings. If you can use black magic for a good cause, then it will not be a bad science. If there is a saying, that a good goal will not be achieved if you use a bad way, it is not wrong actually. But you can use black magic, in a good way, for a good cause. Do you understand that, Mantingan?”
The mantan nodded slowly, though he realized that his path to shortness would not be as easy as other warriors. He must control the black silat science, so as not to become a detrimental silat science. He must also resist his lust, because in black magic there are many ways to cheat as long as winning.
“But fortunately, with the blood of the fighter, the sciences he had learned before will be very easy to learn now. For martial arts, I will not teach you too much, let you search for it yourself after the completion of the training period.”
The mantan nodded back. “When do we start practicing, Uncle Shop?”
“Honey, Mantingan, I still don't want to train you.”
The mantle gasped in surprise. “Why, Uncle?”
“Your goal to learn silat is not good, Mantingan.”
Mantingan wanted to say something, but was stuck in his throat. What is he trying to cover up from Uncle Kedai who knows his heart? His intention to learn silat is not good. Once again emphasized, revenge is not a good intention, it will cause prolonged problems. Even though Mantingan knew that it was not good, but Mantingan still wanted to avenge Rara's death.
Hand Mantingan moving groping jug filled with ashes of Rara's corpse. What should he decide now? End the grudges, let go of her Rara? Or go find another college to study silat?
