The Musafir

Back to each other

Of course Mantingan realized that Dara was getting closer to him. Mantingan also knew what reason made Dara behave like that. At the place he was walking at this moment was the deepest area of the forest. You could say, this is the heart of the forest. The trees look terrible, like a huge ghost that can crucify the creatures beneath them to a leaf-thin sprawl. The sounds in the heart of this forest are quite terrible too, especially at the sound of monkey cries that make Dara worry if there are monkeys around.

If only Mantingan had never managed to subdue his fear and awaken his courage, then Mantingan would have thought a thousand times to be in a place this deep. But the Mantingan is not what it used to be, it is no longer the cowardly Manten who always looks for safety. For Mantingan, this terrible place is the source of Kembangmas' livelihood. The more terrible the forest, the more likely Kembangmas is.

“Mantingan ...” Dara called out in an almost inaudible voice.

“Ya, what's up?”

“Take me to town, huh? I will repay your kindness. I promise!”

The mantle nodded slowly. If it was the best, he wouldn't mind doing it. But Mantingan forgot to bring a map, or just look at a map. Which city is closest after meeting the road outside this forest?

Therefore Mantingan asked, “Does Nyai know the closest city from here?”

Dara thought for a while and then nodded. “There, Mantingan. Not a big city, but not a big city. And stop calling me that name, call me by his name.”

Mantingan smiled, again he said, “Ba how did you get this far last night?”

“I myself do not know.” Dara sighed, coming back closer to Mantingan when she heard the ape's voice. “But I was in a state of life-and-death, so that I could not consciously walk this far, not even consciously find your place. Do you know how I felt when I found a speck of fire light? It was as if I had found the last human who could help me. And when I was sneaking around, to make sure your tents weren't hunter's, I found you right under me. So surprised, I fell and forgot to put up the science of lightening the body. Thank goodness you turned out to be powerful, able to protect myself from death.”

“I'm only repaying your kindness.” Mantin smiled warmly, for Dara that smile was more warm than the morning sun.

Stunned Dara saw such a Mantingan. Although Mantingan is not white, but his skin is more mature sapodilla attractive to him. Combined with a warm smile, almost perfect. It's a pity that the gap had to stop due to Dara's feet tripping over the tree trunk.

The mantan who has become a swordsman can see the movement of Dara fall with slow impressions. It is possible if he wants to help him, too bad Mantingan does not want to. Does not want to offend Dara, or considered harassing.

Fall Dara without anyone to hold her down. The mantle scratched his non-itchy head as Dara refused his help.

“Why didn't you help me?” Dara said with a look of astonishment, a little annoyed he said that.

“I'm afraid you're offended later ..”

“Mantingan! Would anyone be offended if she was happy to get help?”

“Should not, Dara.” The mantel smiled awkwardly. “But to me, women are hard to understand.”

Dara stared at Mantingan dumbfounded.

Half a day had passed since the departure of Mantingan and Dara from the campground. Now they can see the road ahead of him. Dara stared at Mantingan rather unpleasant, because he felt troublesome Mantingan while in the forest earlier, he himself did not actually want to trouble Mantingan any further.

“Mantingan, maybe enough to reach the side of the road that you just drove me.”

Mantingan did not reply, but his eyes looked extremely sharp. Brow shriveling. Already earlier Mantingan felt that there was something strange on the outskirts of this forest. He put up his eyes and ears, hoping to hear something that would give him clarity.

Dara's expectations of Mantingan's attitude are very different. He actually considers Mantingan already very disliked him, to answer was reluctant. Dara felt guilty, half a day had been very troublesome Mantingan. Though not usually he feels guilty for bothering someone. In fact, throughout the day, he always troublesome his servant to prepare all his needs. For some reason now, he felt very guilty for troubling a Mantingan, even if only half a day.

“Alright, Mantingan, see you!”

In a hurry Dara wanted to run all the way from Mantingan, but his hand had already been captured and held firmly by Mantingan. Dara turned to Mantingan with a question mark. To think it's not too good.

“Wait a minute.” The mantel brings the index finger closer to his lips. “Standby.”

Despite being seen as a weak woman and in need of help, Dara is still a swordsman. Like a swordsman, he understands how to behave, because danger can come at any time without guessing. Dara researched the surrounding trees, making sure no one was hiding there. Not lucky, Dara did not carry any weapons. Because his pursuit that night was not expected, he did not have time to carry a weapon.

Dara kept the horses and silat attitude, getting ready to fight empty-handed. Each swordsman is usually equipped with empty-handed science.

Mantingan turned back Dara. If the fight occurs with a braking, then the position of each other back like this is the best against the attacker. The mantan had heard some wind-breaths, the one who came was not just one.

The mantan groped his sword upstream, preparing to pull in the face of a high-speed attack. But he won't pull it before the enemy is dangerous enough to attack.

“What will we face, Mantingan?” whispered Dara.

“Many people. Resilient. Strive for peace.” The mantan said briefly, keeping an eye on the surroundings.

Mantingan still continued to research each tree from the nearest to the farthest away from it. Once he saw the black shadow, but it disappeared again in one of the big trees.

“There's one in front of me,” says Dara.

The mantang saw the greatness of the shadow again, which was also hiding behind a large tree. Then one more, and another, and again. There were more than five warriors who surrounded them.

Up to one shadow darted rapidly straight towards the Mantingan. No less quickly, Mantingan pulled out his sword blade. The warrior who attacked the Mantingan also pulled out a sword. The two swords were held together in a powerful manner, the result of which struck each other, creating sparks and a deafening clanging sound.

But the strength of the Mantingan was greater than that of his attacker, until his opponent's sword broke and his body fell to the side of Mantingan due to a strong bluff against his entire body. A mantle with invisible eyes stuck out his arm, punching the way of the blood of his attacker.