The Musafir

Fan Crowd

In one eye shock, the steps and gestures of the people around Dara came to a halt. Their bodies are stiff, hard to move. Dara did not get pounced on by her fans, the closest fans to her were less than a fathom.

The way that Mantingan did was not as simple as it seemed. The mantan uses its inner energy and killer air to make those people stop moving. The inner energy he must exert is not small, especially constantly.

The mantel coughed softly. “Because, you need to talk to them.”

Mantingan thought, only Dara could calm the crowd of crazy fans. Because they were looking for Dara, even willing to sell their pride to be close to Dara, they should have heard Dara's words as well.

“Your work is evil once, release them first.” Dara said slowly.

Mantingan complied, he also could not hold back those many people for too long. While just a moment Dara opened her mouth to speak, several figures appeared around her suddenly.

Mantingan also knew this earlier than Dara, was actually already vigilant, but he felt that some of these suddenly appearing figures did not have any evil intentions. They are warriors whose existence has sniffed Mantingan since the beginning of entering the city.

Seeing the figures of the swordsmen who appeared suddenly, the crowd did not dare to speak a word. They also do not want to move away from that place, of course still expecting Dara at least want to give them a signature.

One of the swordsmen, a brightly dressed young man with a cross-section mustache, greeted and said, “Brother, is there until you have to use martial arts for these people?”

Mantingan returned the greeting, “Honored brother, Sahaya actually did not like to do that and was forced to. If you know who Nyai Dara is, surely you also know the dangers that always affect him.”

The swordsman who became the representative nodded. “I know little about Sister Dara, but still it is not good to use martial arts to oppress ordinary people ..”

The mantel exhaled a long breath, realizing his mistake. “I'm sorry, Brother. If anything needs to be taken care of to make amends for this, I am ready and cheerfully accept it.”

The Swordsman nodded slowly then signaled to the surrounding crowd to remain calm even though Mantingan had said so. So they stayed put, waiting for what would happen next.

“Saudari Dara, you get a chance to talk to them if you really want to.” The warrior is inviting.

Dara without a doubt voiced out loud enough, “This person is my lover, none of you can approach me as long as there is still him!”

The crowd was very surprised at Dara's statement. While Mantingan, surprised is not playing. Many mutters from within the crowd, be it with a disappointed tone to Dara or a hateful tone to Mantingan.

Mantingan could not not say, “No, not true. I am not her lover.”

Dara looked at Mantingan with enlarged eyes, then whispered angrily to him, “Mantingan! I'm doing this so that there won't be many people approaching me again!”

Mantingan replied to him with a wry smile. “And you let me be the most wanted fugitive.”

Dara clucked violently, showing the look of her sulking face.

The crowd muttered in disappointment, intending to leave the place even with heavy steps. But unexpectedly, Dara kept the fans away.

“Don't go empty-handed, I have a little souvenir for you guys. If anyone carries a piece of ejection and engraver, I will place it to sign.”

They just cheered happily. Not expecting their wish to finally be achieved, even Dara who invited them alone without being forced.

The mantle complains a little. “Dara .. we can overnight.”

“I won't listen to your words anymore.” Dara said indifferently. “Go and find a horse for me and for you. Leave the groceries here.”

Mantingan wanted to say something, but was stuck in his throat. He sighed and shook his head slowly. There was not much he could do if Dara was already like this. Based on her life experience, women are difficult to be persuaded if they are sulking. Mantingan can only comply with Dara's request. He put down Dara's groceries, but before leaving the Mantingan also took off his sword.

“Save this sword just in case.” The mantle held out the sword to Dara.

Dara intends to reject him, but Mantingan emphasizes that as long as he does not exist, many dangerous possibilities can occur, Dara will need a weapon to protect herself. So Dara received the sword.

The mantle switches on the swordsman who still remains there. “Brothers, is there anything I need to take care of in exchange for this crowd?”

Swordsman it—still with a stiff smile—says, “Nothing, Brother. I'm just waiting for Sister Dara's signature for my son at home. The safety of His Sister will be guaranteed until you return.”

The mantingan saluted him. “Thank you, Brother. I beg myself.”

“Please.”

The mantle went by from there without many more words. The crowd opened a way for him. Mantingan continued to step, after some distance he just remembered that he did not ask for the place of the horse dealer in this city. The mantle was about to turn around, but undo it. It had gone too far he was walking at the moment, and it would be difficult again if the crowd there grew in number.

Mantingan sighed, it seemed like he indeed had to find out for himself where the horse dealer was. This time Mantingan no longer walk casually, the time of day is running thin, the night will come not long from this.

The Mantingan's body became a shadow as it flashed. Jumping the roofs of tall buildings onto the roofs of other buildings almost without making a sound.

One time when Mantingan jumped over a building, accidentally his eyes caught a warrior who was also bouncy on the roof of the building. Although the distance with Mantingan is quite far, it is still an amazing thing. Usually in a city, it is very rare for a swordsman to meet another swordsman on the roof of a building.

Kiai Guru Kedai once said, even though in the city it has many warriors, but not all warriors want to go out and show their identity. Of course the thing Mantingan had just seen was not ordinary.

But if you look around again, the figures of the swordsman blatantly appeared to Mantingan. Clearly they were very different from his teacher's account of the attitude of the warriors, who were reluctant to interfere with a problem if it didn't concern him.

Is it possible, because the turmoil that occurred so fierce that the attitude of the swordsman changed? For Mantingan, if there is a change, the change is too big if without a big reason as well.