The Musafir
The Cultivation of Purple Sari Flowers; Auctioned Flowers
The Purple Sari Flower was plucked from the ground first. The mantingan really works hard and carefully so that not many roots are broken. After that, taking a distance of about one inch upwards from the base of the trunk, Mantingan cut the trunk. It separates the flower and its roots.
Finished cut into two sections of stem - namely the rootstock and the upper stem, Mantingan plants the two stems back into the ground. One stem with roots, but no flowers. The other one is opposite, with flowers and leaves, but no roots. The bottom that is rooted will grow the body and flowers; the top that does not have roots will grow roots to produce more flowers.
If this method really works, it means that Mantingan has two Purple Sari plants. But if it doesn't work, the Mantingan will lose all those flowers. Of course it was the same as killing rare plants like this Purple Sari Flower.
After planting was over, Mantingan left the planting room, returning to the campfire.
In front of the small burning bonfire, Dara was still looking pondering. This time Dara did not ponder with sadness, she pondered with a beaming face.
“Mantingan,” call him when see Mantingan coming. “Can I study at White Wind College?”
Facing that question made Mantingan smile go awry. He himself did not know how to apply to become a disciple of White Wind College. If Mantingan could join because of the White Wind School itself that picked her up, then what about Dara who was not invited at all? Can Mantingan invite Dara into the college?
“I didn't know it myself, Dara. White Wind School seems to be closed. My teacher once said, that most students at White Wind College are the children of warriors who join the college.” Mantingan.
Dara took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, it seems like it is not my time to study silat. It could be, when I got out of college, I was in middle age.”
Mantingan smiled, then said, “Do you not have the network to get the martial books?”
Dara nodded. “Yes, do you want me to buy you some martial arts books?”
“That's great, but that's not what I want to say,” he said. “You can use the network to find a martial book that is suitable for you.”
Dara smiled shyly. “I tried it, but I was too lazy to read it.”
The mantle shook slowly, then he remembered something that needed to be conveyed to Dara. “Well, can I ask you for help?”
Dara smiled enthusiastically. “Tell me, I will definitely help you.”
The warm smiling mantel heard that answer. “Two, I have some rare flowers, such as Purple Sari Flower and Death Scent Flower. Can you auction it?”
“Wait, Mantingan.” Dara scrunched her forehead. “Did I not hear it wrong? That rare Purple Sari Flower is in your hand?”
Mantian nodded. “I'm still trying to cultivate it.”
The mantle nodded slowly. “Sok you can bring some Death Scent Flowers. For Purple Sari Flowers are still in the breeding stage. Sell at a reasonable price, Dara, don't be too expensive. Profit problem ...”
“Can I still take advantage of you, Mantingan? You saved my life twice!”
The smiling mantan awkwardly heard that. “Will but, there is no way you work without profit ...”
Dara covered her ears. “I don't want to hear.”
That way, put out the Mantingan rebuttal. If Dara really wants to repay his kindness, is forbidding him to do that a wise deed? The mantan could only look for other ways to repay Dara's kindness indirectly.
***
The sun is completely submerged. The mantis sat cross-legged in front of a small blazing bonfire. The forest is a little bright because of it. He receives warmth from her. Now he no longer wears his old clothes, but wears the clothes that Dara has bought for him. The clothes were too tight and not nice to look at.
Dara was in his tent, after being forced to sleep in the tent. Indeed, Dara insisted that Mantingan alone sleep in the tent. But Mantingan said that it is not good for women to succumb to men, adding that the situation outside the tent at night is completely different from the situation in the city. In the end, Dara agreed to sleep inside the tent.
While Mantingan did not seem to intend to sleep tonight. Beside him was a pile of books for him to read all night. A warrior in his class only needs samadhi for a few moments, but that already compensates for sleeping all night.
However, as Mantingan read the shafts in the book, Mantingan's mind drifted everywhere, not on his reading.
He was thinking, until when will it be languishing in the heart of the forest like this? Birawa notes that Kembangmas was in Suvarnadvipa when it was last found.
Initially the flower was in the Taruma plain, but somehow it was able to cross the sea all the way to Suvarnadvipa.
The reason why Mantingan still survives here is of course because he expects the Kembangmas to return to his native Tarumanagara. However, Mantingan still found no signs or traces of the existence of Kembangmas until now.
And how many other forest hearts should Mantingan explore one-on-one? Mantingan is worried, his age has run out before all the heart of the forest he explores.
Meanwhile, forgetting her goals and expectations with Kenanga is not an option. The mantra has promised him. As long as the sword has been drawn, the Mantingan will not withdraw the promise before it has been fulfilled.
The mantan sighed softly, replacing the book in his hand with a blank ejection sheet and engraving tool. Forms celestial characters that if read will be a claim of the journey of a Mantingan. Be it a story of joy or sorrow, written all. Without exaggerating an actual event.
Until midnight, Mantingan arrived at the passage about Rara's death. Her empty thrower had run out, and she was not too ready to write down Rara's death. This accidental incident made Mantingan must stop his writing activities. Next time, he will write Rara's death, he will also write how his revenge smouldered first. And one day, Mantingan will write about his peace, peace with the unjust death of Rara.
