The Musafir
Go to Leave the Camp
In the evening, they ate together. Dara sauteed the vegetables into a delicious dish. The bonfire was still burning, as usual at night. This time they ate a large portion.
They ate while chatting lightly.
“Seven Death Scent Flowers can produce oil up to 500 small roofs. Although impressed can produce a lot, but one roof of the oil of the Death Scent Flower is expensive, or even not sold freely.”
The mantle nodded, understood. “Oil in one small roof can be efficacious to what extent?”
“One small roof can not be drunk at once, Mantingan. But one sip is enough to stop the internal bleeding, more gulps can relieve the pain.”
Again the mantan nodded. “Does it still smell after being made into oil?”
Dara laughed softly. “The views of people are different, including the views of you Mantingan. To prove this, you can taste it yourself.”
Manten. “If it is not needed yet, it is better not to drink.”
Dara laughed crisply. “Talk about drinking, do you drink?”
“Of course I drink. But, what is the true meaning of the word ‘minum’ from you?”
Dara smiled widely. “Minum. Drinking wine.”
Mantingan's facial sharpness changed after hearing that. “I don't drink wine. No benefits.”
Forehead frowning. “Isn't it useful for warming the body? As in this cold night ...”
“For me, a drink made from ginger is much better.”
Dara was silent for a while then nodded slowly and said sadly. “It is true that your view is quite different from the views of most people. I often drink just because the night is too cold, without thinking that ginger drinks can be the best choice. And worse yet, I drank until drunk.”
As she said that, Dara's eyes were slightly clouded by tears. This is one way of convincing himself that he is not good enough for Mantingan. Or a coat that wasn't bad enough for him.
Knowing that, Mantingan coughed softly. He can't dodge anymore. If only he was so charming—without the intention of being arrogant, then it is his responsibility to overcome this. Already he had thought since in the training period, Kiai Guru Kedai also mentioned several times about the feelings of women, the Kiai Guru Kedai, the teacher also gave Mantingan a little direction if he was still not ready to have a partner but had been approached by women.
“Yes. Sometimes man does not know who to devote himself to.”
Dara looked at the confused Mantingan. “You mean?”
“Someone could have failed in his life if he chose wrongly to whom or to what he should devote himself.” Mantian continued. “If a person devotes himself to heresy, his life is full of heresy and gloom. Different again if he devoted himself to Gusti, all the abundance of changing knowledge and peace will accompany him.” The mantan looked at Dara and smiled. “So many things we can serve, even if it rivals Gusti. Many people devote themselves to love, willing to do anything just for the sake of love, until he forgets to whom he should serve.”
The mantel's words are like a hammer that hits the inner wall of Dara. He is in deep contemplation.
In a saying, Mantingan remember like this: do not know then do not love; do not love then not love; not love then not able to sacrifice. Does such a saying deserve to be juxtaposed as an expression on fellow human beings?
Not a few people who say to his heart, “Mati I was willing, for your sake.”
The love other than Him that is excessive is not good. That is how the young man realized Dara, that love is not everything, and a breakup is not the end of everything.
***
The next morning, Mantingan and Dara were both ready to depart from the camp. Early this morning Mantingan went to the place of the Death Scent Flower to harvest some other flowers. As a result, he got five additional flowers to bring to the city.
The Mantingan's departure made Dara scold her all-out. Nothing happens that is dangerous. Moreover, as long as Mantingan left the camp, Dara fell asleep in his sleep.
Now, before leaving the camp, Mantingan had first examined his camp. Starting from the storage room that is ensured to be tightly locked, the chicken coop is locked and sufficient feed supplies for five days, and the most important is Purple Sari Flower which is certainly not short of water.
The mantle also only carried a small bundle containing 12 Death Scent Flowers, and his sword. He chose to walk lightly.
Ready for them to move. Dara also seemed excited to leave the creepy forest.
Without waiting any longer, the two moved away from the camp. The mantan who led the way, with enough knowledge to recognize the way out in this forest.
One time on the trip Dara said, “After arriving at the nearest city, we better rent a horse to trim the travel time.”
The mantel raised his eyebrows for a moment. “Where are we going?”
Dara smiled awkwardly. “It is impossible if you leave me in the nearest city alone, right? It would be dangerous for me in a situation like this.”
If Dara had already said that, Mantingan actually did not have much choice. Besides Dara will sulk when denied his request, the young man also feels Dara is dangerous if he returns to his city alone— unattended.
Mantingan knows how many people are after Dara. A young woman as beautiful as herself was like a ripe mango in the midst of starving people. Mantingan himself does not know why he does not feel interested in Dara, even though he knows that Dara is a girl whose beauty is extraordinary.
Suppose Mantingan knew, that Dara was more surprised why Mantingan did not show the slightest interest in him.
***
A long time later, the two managed to get out of the heart of the jungle and meet the streets. Mantingan took a long breath. Here he killed seven warriors who had betrayed Dara. Although it was two days ago, but the incident was so imprinted in the memories of Mantingan. He could repeat that deadly fight again inside his head.
Dara patted Mantingan shoulder softly. Convincing him as the young man showed a bad face. With a warm smile he said, “The streets are ahead, why do you see left-right?”
Mantingan returned the smile was no less warm. He remembered Kiai Guru Kedai had said the same thing. Indirectly, Dara reminded Mantingan. There's nothing to be sorry about. The seven warriors were traitors, ill-intentioned, and profaned the value of Truth.
