The Musafir

Sambara

The mantle slammed strongly far back, almost hitting a tree if only he did not stomp his feet until it floated up the tree. The attack was quite painful. The mantle floated down, touching the ground again. The attack no longer came. The warrior who had attacked him had now appeared from behind a tree, with a smile. Bizarrely. The mantingan did not release his vigilance.

“Sorry, I guess I misjudged you. Why did you not fight back?”

The mantel took off alert, trying to return a smile. “Because you haven't harmed my life enough, then there's not enough reason for me to attack you.”

The warrior nodded his head. “My name is Sambara, I am a swordsman who hitchhikers live in this village for some time to come, so it is my obligation to take care of this village. Talk-talk, how can you learn black magic without being a heretic? Your attitude is very different from the black stream warriors usually.”

Manten smiled awkwardly, he could somehow explain it.

Seeing the Mantingan's smile, Sambara did not force Mantingan to answer again. As long as Mantingan is not a dangerous swordsman in this village, then he has no problem accepting it, even now there is his intention to welcome Mantingan.

“Pastenlah any way you go through is very heavy, let yourself know,” said Sambara. “Foreigner, will I entertain you at my residence? Because it was clear that I had ruined your food.”

Mantingan thought for a moment, then said, “Your offer is very much appreciated, but at this time I want to find out the news out of the village, I have long heard no news.”

“You're pretty weird. Dress like a wanderer, but don't know the news.” Sambara's words made Mantingan smile awkwardly. “Let me entertain you while I tell you the news of Taruma today.”

Smiling coat. “It looks like I will trouble you.”

“Nothing, let's follow daku.”

Sambara darted, Mantingan also darted, following him from behind with almost the same speed.

Sambara House is located and is integrated with other villagers' houses. The form of his house is also the same as other houses, but in this Sambara residence there are not many items. Mantingan entered after Sambara invited him in.

“This is where I live for a while, at least until the upheaval in Taruma is complete,” Sambara said, reciprocated Mantingan with a nod. “Please sit, sorry no seat.”

Mantingan sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, while Sambara was just leaving, about to take food to be served on Mantingan. Soon Sambara returned, bringing a lot of designed food served in front of Mantingan.

“It just so happens that I haven't had breakfast yet, I'm so sorry if I'm eating with guests.” Sambara said shyly.

“Not why, I'd rather you come eat.”

“Then think of this as a friendship sign banquet.” Sambara laughs. “But how can I be called a friend if your name is unknown.”

Mantingan cleared his throat once, he forgot to tell Sambara his name. “My Name Matingan.”

Sambara nodded slowly, starting to serve food in front of Mantingan and himself.

The mantan nodded and began to eat the dish. The food Sambara brings is delicious for Mantingan who has never tasted food like this in the last three years. While eating the food, a little Sambara tells about the state of Tarumanagara now.

“Sundapura almost dominated, while other cities still present resistance.”

The mantan was quite surprised by that. True initially guess, that the turmoil still continues to occur, even worse. Sundapura is almost overrun, but other cities are still holding out, what is really going on? The strength of Sundapura as the capital is no greater than other cities.

“What does that mean, they are focusing the attack on Sundapura?”

“That's how they're feeling.”

Mantingan took a long breath. If this situation continues to happen, it is not impossible that there will be a split. With Sundapura under enemy pressure, the small kingdoms under Tarumanagara could easily secede. If so, in the future there will be another war.

“If three years ago the people of the former Salakanagara government who did not accept and hit Tarumanagara, now only black people who attacked. Those disgruntled ex-Salakanagara people have returned to Taruma's lap, I don't know what made them that way.” Sambara was about to bribe, but he first said, “many guesses that they were given a seat of power, but more suspect that they realized if Punawarman can prosper the State of Taruma.”

They finished the dishes together. If not simultaneously, I don't know what kind of awkward situation will happen. Mantingan intends to continue the journey, and Sambara no longer holds Mantingan.

Still in the morning Mantingan said goodbye to Sambara before leaving his house. Sambara had previously reminded Mantingan that the situation in urban areas was not safe to visit, but Mantingan said that he would rarely cross urban areas. The purpose of Mantingan is to find Kembangmas, so as much as possible he went into the corners of the forest rather than urban areas. Especially if the situation is not safe as it is today.

Mantingan came out of the village, taking a different path to the mountain. The mountain he was training in still looked huge, it also looked cold. At the foot of this mountain the wind blew quite hard, then the wind hit the ground or hill, until there was fog.

The coat took off his robe, he folded it and put it in a bundle. Cold wind like this should be enjoyed, the cloak of giving Kenanga is useful to regulate his body temperature to stay warm, but it can not feel the original air conditions. Mantingan returned to walking, with more enjoy the trip.

The calmness in his thinking made the trip not feel boring. The tree he used to see was no longer boring. He looked at the tree in a different way. He thought that the tree was the most submissive creature to Gusti.

Trees have many benefits. Even poisonous trees are used as medicine. Trees also always follow the sunlight, even though they are rotated back. It is also this tree that has recently been known, that it is it that produces air.

And actually the tree has a tremendous meaning for Mantingan.

A good tree can be likened to a good human person. The roots of a tree are likened to a person's lofty virtues, which plunge strongly into the ground, defending the tree from storms. The trunk is likened to his actions, perpendicular and firm to the sky, strong and not easily broken in the wind. And fruit is likened to the result of that ethics and deeds.

Unlike when Mantingan looked at the tree, wondering if there were pirates spying on it.

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