The Musafir
Creating Medicines from Sirih
UNEDITED VERSION
The mantle extended its arm to the wet pile of fire. He closed his eyes slowly. The mantan drains its inner energy into the palm of the hand, allowing it to swirl around and out of the body as heat. Cold sweaty coat. The heat felt very stinging on his two palms, even began to spread to his arms.
The mantle still continued to close its eyes, as its body trembled violently. The hot air completely shot out from his palm towards the pile of firewood. The water that was soaking the wood began to evaporate. The wood slowly started burning. But not only was the wood burned, the hands of the Mantingan were burned. His skin on some places blisters.
Until in the end the fire blazed suddenly from the pile of wood. The mantan did not care about the condition of his palms, nor did he care about the amazed gaze of the warrior-warrior Dara. The mantel placed the pot filled with clean water on the edge of the smoldering bonfire, removing the betel leaves into the pot. Hurriedly he ran into the tent to forget to use his swordsman ability, he took salt from his bundle.
In order for the decoction of betel leaves can better work to cure itching, then salt is also needed during boiling. The mantingan is not affectionate and unmitigated to remove five grains of rock salt into the pot of stew, although salt is very difficult to obtain.
“Mantingan ...” Dara called out in a soft voice. “No need to force, this is not a big problem.”
Mantingan responded to Dara with just a smile. Dara who drooped limp was enough to convince Mantingan or even anyone, that the pain was not a simple pain.
The flames are becoming more and more intense, because the fire is coming from the inner energy that is being forced out. The water boiled very quickly.
Mantingan then said, “Randu, please help Dara walk, and follow me.”
Since Randu was the only one of those Mantingan knew, then Mantingan chose himself to help. Randu nodded, bowing and intending to help Dara stand up. But Dara even brushed off Randu's hand.
“What do you mean, Mantingan?” Under such conditions, Dara could still show her anger at Mantingan. “They're just my men.”
Randu seemed to dislike Dara's words, but he himself did not want to force the person who had paid him. The mantan nodded understanding Dara's condition. Maybe Dara's reluctant if just anyone touches her. Just imagine, Dara has a lot of fans who always want to get close and touch it, making touch on Dara is expensive, including for his own man. That reason also makes Mantingan refrain from helping Dara, if it means touching Dara.
“Randu, I'm sorry, but can you bring me that pot?”
Randu thoughtlessly nodded for a long time.
“Mantingan, please help me, yes?”
The mantle scrunched his forehead. Again he was unable to guess what Dara's mind was. Shouldn't Dara's relationship be closer to her subordinates? While Mantingan was nothing more than one of the auction guests. What does Dara really mean?
Such a situation did not give Mantingan much time to think. Soon Mantingan approached Dara, grabbed her arm and helped her stand up. Randu also looks to have lifted the pot.
“We should get to the river as soon as possible. Nyai, stop scratching.”
Dara stared at the sharp mantang. “And stop calling me that name.”
***
Mantingan and other warriors were sitting cross-legged around the large jackfruit that Mantingan had managed to get. They ate a lot of jackfruit, because Dara had to be left alone by the river. Even though Dara was left alone, Mantingan still installed his sharp hearing to know the dangers around Dara, although Mantingan should be regretful because he had to hear a sound that he should not have heard.
While eating the sweet and gummy jackfruit, they also chatted. Inter-breeder conversations are almost all important conversations. From that conversation, Mantingan can better know the current situation in Kotaraja.
“Doesn't that mean bloodshed will still happen?”
“No problem, for peace.”
“True. Imagine if those blacks were to continuously blackmail the helpless people, wouldn't that be even more chaotic?”
“Alright, alright! Here's my question, listen! Will you be involved in this war?”
They were both silent for a moment, before Randu replied.
“If Nyai orders me to go to war, I'm fine. Origin of payment in advance.”
Laugh at them. Before Randu said, “I'm not kidding.”
The mantan only smiled faintly hearing that. It looks like Randu is not joking about that.
“He, Randu! You are so good that your name is often mentioned by Nyai, so that almost all tasks are stacked on you. Famous will be you. I suspect, lest Nyai put his heart on you.”
“Sena! Don't just talk to you! If Nyai hears it, you can end up in his hands!”
“Randu, Randu .. why should I be afraid? Isn't the reason Nyai hired us because we are stronger than himself?”
“Oh!” Another said, “so you are unfaithful, huh?”
“My loyalty changes often, my friend. Always beware of myself.”
Randu. “Instead of me constantly on guard, I better just finish yourself now.”
“My question is, are you able to finish me off? Or even you yourself who finished.”
“As long as I get paid, my life belongs to Nyai.” Randu tightened his hand muscles, his murderous lust spreading. “I'm not afraid of death.”
“Do not take this seriously,” says Sena, “I'm just kidding.” Sena then turned to Mantingan. “Again, if you cannot defeat me, there is still a powerful warrior named Mantingan who will defeat me here.”
The mantan did not know what to respond to it with, only being able to smile.
One of them nodded. “True. This mantel is a great warrior. Being able to save Nyai, even though we ourselves failed to protect him. The mantan is also capable of making amazing dwellings in the heart of the jungle like this. It was amazing.”
This time Mantingan replied while shaking slowly. “It's too much.”
Sena laughs. “Bogged apparently.”
