The Musafir

Dara's Halal

UNEDITED VERSION

Dara could not hold her finger to not scratch her itchy leg. Dara cleared her throat several times, signaling for Mantingan not to see her. For some women, especially in famous women like Dara, looking scratching the skin is not a beautiful thing.

The mantan shifted his gaze and smiled awkwardly.

“You put those things in a storage warehouse,” Dara said to his couriers, but of course they did not know which space was a storage warehouse. All buildings look the same.

“Here, let's come with me.” The mantle invited them to walk behind him.

Dara's men are city warriors, they are used to living in the city. But for warriors, life in the wild remains a dream. Seeing how Mantingan could build a residence in the far reaches of the forest like that amazed the warriors. Not stopping they were flabbergasted at every simple building made Mantingan, although in fact the city building is much better than the Mantingan building.

Mantingan stopped in the storage room and opened the door for those people to enter. “Please put it below, later let me trim.”

They nodded, taking turns putting items into the storage room. The storage room, which usually only contains tools and firewood, is now fully visible by various bundles containing items that Mantingan does not know.

The moment the last person wanted to put the item into the storage room, the Mantang immediately held it back. Not because the storage space was full, but because the person was carrying a living thing. Five chickens are in the kisa, only their heads and tails are visible.

Mantingan could hardly believe what he saw. They took the chickens all the way to this very distant forest. What did Dara really think?

“The chickens should be placed in the cage, come with me.”

Mantingan directs the swordsman to his artificial cage, opens the cage fence and then removes five chickens of different sexes in it. The mantan is almost moved to see the cage is now filled. More moved if one day the chickens breed, giving birth to cute children who grow up and eventually eat Mantingan.

They went back to where Dara was. The young girl did not look better. It's getting worse. His nose and eyes are red. His fingers continued to scratch.

“Aduh, I forgot to bring the itch.”

The mantel that saw it felt it had to act. “Did Nyai yesterday experience the same thing?”

Dara nodded. “But yesterday I immediately went to the healer, then was given an itch. And now I forgot to bring it.”

Mantingan thought for a moment. The itching that Dara experienced was natural for the people of the city if they entered into the thickets. Unlike the Mantingan which has been commonly exposed to soil and mud, until immune to grass powder. Mantingan will not insult Dara as a city person, precisely the more experienced in the forest should help.

“Nyai, wait a minute here.” Without many more words, the Mantin flashed as fast as a whirlwind, immediately disappearing from before the people in his camp.

He kept darting through the big trees beside him, treading on branches of trees or fallen leaves to bounce back. Until the Mantingan arrived at the place he was headed, namely the jackfruit tree which has betel plants on its trunk.

Mantingan picking betel leaves several sheets. Feeling that such an amount was enough, the Mantingan was about to dart away. But something held him back. The mantel heard something darting from above his head.

The mantle jerked his legs, until he jumped high up, opposite the object that was still continuing to shoot down. With a quick movement, Mantingan caught the object that glided at him, spinning several times in the air before drifting down.

The smiling mantel looked at the thing he had obtained. A big jackfruit. Not rotten or broken, but ripe. The aroma was as fragrant, extremely fragrant as compared to the smell of the Deathly Aroma Flower. Fortunately, a fruit of this size does not fall to the ground, or it will certainly break open everywhere.

Mantingan's feet again tracked the ground lightly, a moment later he snapped his feet again and darted towards his camp.

Mantingan again darted through the surrounding trees, before finally reaching the camp. Dara is seen waiting for the Mantingan, and the warriors form a circle around Dara to protect him, but their bodies and views do not face Dara.

Dara's condition got worse when Mantingan saw him. Not only his eyes and nose were red, his skin was now red. The young girl looked very tortured.

“Nyai, there is a small river near here. You can soak in there to cool down. Or Nyai can rest inside the tent.”

Dara did not reply, she just shook her head. Because it seemed, he could not step anywhere anymore for no apparent reason. So Mantingan did not want to talk much anymore, quickly he moved to take the pot and fill it with water in the planting room, then he took it to the campfire. Dara's condition got worse, the girl was unable to stand up anymore, continuing to scratch her skin.

“Take the mat in the tent, don't let Nyai touch the ground!” The Mantingan command clearly points to whom. Move one of the warriors towards the tent, while Mantingan is still trying to light a fire.

Why is Dara not allowed to touch the ground? The reason was quite obvious, Dara scratching like that must have caused injuries. It is the wound that will cause other diseases if it comes into contact with the ground.

There are obstacles in trying to light a fire. As a result of the leaking storage room roof, also because the air last night was very humid, the firewood inside also became wet and moist. Mantingan had tried to water the oil and then ignited with fire stones, but the fire that lit was not large.

The mantel draws its breath. At first glance he glanced at Dara who was getting in pain. Mantingan made up his resolve to do something, even though it was quite risky for him alone. At least it's better than seeing Dara so tormented, the young girl has given so much to him. Himself like that also because of Mantingan.

There is a way of lighting a fire for white stream warriors using deep energy. He had seen Kiai Guru Kedai do this in the training cave, Mantingan learn how it works. Kiai Guru Kedai said, that creating a fire like this is not an easy matter for novice warriors. The mindless mantel would wear that way now, because in fact it was a science of white flow. The mantans still have not learned how the black stream people light fires using inner energy.

The Mantingan body will resist and cause damage to the blood or skin. What's more, how to light this fire is only suitable for high warriors only. Doing so is not without high risk.