The Musafir
This Will Probably Be Our Last Dinner
They arrived at the city when it was late at night. During the trip, Mantingan occasionally met with black warriors who tried to harm him and Dara, but it was not a big problem that had to be solved by killing.
The guard at the city gate was very strict, the Mantingan needed a lot of time before the examination was completed and they could enter.
Dara said, that in this city he already had his own residence, so they did not need to rent lodging anymore.
The air is pretty cold in this town. It is still caused by the mountains that surround the city. Not too many people passed by, there were only a few soldiers with their spears patrolling.
If Mantingan had led the way, now it was Dara's turn to lead the way.
After entering some distance into the city, Dara stopped her steps in front of the tall house. The mantan could not see clearly inside, because the fence wall in the house was higher than the height of an adult.
“Mantingan, this is my home. Usually there's always someone guarding ahead here, but it looks like they're exerting all their power to look for me.” Dara said rather awkwardly, “most likely, in my house now there are no people.”
Mantingan cleared his throat a few times before then answering, “Dara, it seems like I only got here I drove you ...”
“Can't be so, you've taken me all the way like this, it's not good to just go home.”
“It would be no better if there were only you and me in your house.” Mantian.
“We spent the night together in one room. Nothing happened, did it?” Dara smiled widely. “Do not like that, Mantingan. Let me pay the hard and hard work to get me here. A bowl of warm food, how?”
The mantel weighed for a while before nodding. “Looks like I'll trouble you.”
Dara smiled. “Not going,” said.
Dara clenched her feet, leaping over the tall fence that protected her residence. Mantingan followed him, also jumping over the fence. They landed almost simultaneously. Mantingan. When viewed from the outside, the beauty of Dara's house will be covered by the fence.
Although uninhabited, Dara's house looks maintained. In its enormous courtyard, there was a pond whose clear water continued to flow. In the middle of the pond there is a half-frog man-shaped statue, from his mouth flowing clear water into the pond. The beautiful fish swam in the fresh clear water, bathed in the silver light of the moon.
The rest of the yard is filled with many beautiful plants, Mantingan also saw there are some herbal plants planted in the yard. Several statues decorate the garden, matching the plants there.
The moonlight added beautify the beauty in the Dara's yard. The mantan was so impressed that he heard almost nothing when Dara called out to him.
“Mantingan, what are you staring at?” Dara then frowned when Mantingan did not hear his words. “Manting?”
“Eh, yes?” The mantel awakens from his daydream. “I'm looking at your page, so beautiful.”
Dara laughed a little. “Actually this page is not me who made it, I just set the layout.”
The mantle remained dazzled and clucked in admiration. “It looks like it will be very convenient to stay in a place like this.”
Dara shook her head slowly, her lips forming the curves of a bitter smile. “For me, this house is not too beautiful.”
Turn of the Frowning Mantian. “Why?”
Dara sighed. “I was too busy making profits for profit, never satisfied, until I had no time to rest and be grateful for what I had. Like this house for example, this page is usually just me passing by. Mantingan, it was only with you that I paused for a moment here and realized how much I had.”
Dara smiled, the more bitter.
So much I have. However, dear is not the kamilu I have, the inner Dara, which only one can hear.
Smiling coat. “I'm glad you could take a lesson from this beauty.”
The tea-drinking time just passed by when Dara finally said, “Mantingan, let's go in.”
The mantan nodded and followed Dara. Arriving at the door, Dara pulled something out of her pocket that turned out to be the key to the house. Dara said that she always had a spare house key.
Dara opened the door. The inside of the house looks very dark, not a single lantern light is on. Dara smiled awkwardly and said that she did not like the dark. Be the Mantingan that goes inside, lighting some lanterns inside.
After the lanterns illuminated the room enough, Dara only dared to enter.
“My house always looks creepy in dark conditions.”
What Dara said was true. The house is too luxurious, full of art carvings, so it is quite creepy in dark conditions.
Dara traced the other room and turned on many lights.
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The whole room in the house was bright because all the lanterns were lit by Dara. Mantingan had reminded him of the waste and risk of fire, but Dara remained adamant that his house would be creepy if all the lanterns were not lit.
Now they are separated. Mantingan is given one of the guest rooms for her to rest, while Dara cooks food in her kitchen.
Mantingan closed the door of his room, but he did not rest. Some people who realize Dara's house is alive again become curious and try to enter, not a few who secretly try to enter Dara's house using the stairs.
Of course it will not be left Mantingan. In Dara's window there was a white curtain, Mantingan smiled and got an idea of a crest.
Moments after Mantingan got the idea of the cermelang, there was a sound of objects falling from outside, and shouted in fear, then there was a rush of running steps.
When Mantingan returned to his room, there was no longer anyone brave enough to harass ‘penghabi’ at Dara's house. The laughing mantel is satisfied.
There was a sound of the door being knocked, Mantingan quickly put the curtain back on the window he was wearing, then opened the door.
“You okay, Mantingan? Your hair looks disheveled ..”
“Yes, all is well. What's up?”
Dara thought for a while before shaking her head slowly. “Food is ready, come down for a while and eat together.”
The mantle scrunched his forehead. For some reason, he felt in Dara's speech contained sadness. Dara who was a carefree Dara, of course it was quite surprising Mantingan.
“Is everything okay, Dara?”
Dara shook her head strongly and smiled. “All is well. Come on down and eat.”
The mantan nodded slowly, following Dara with a worried look.
Arriving at the bottom, precisely at the kitchen dining table, Mantingan and Dara sat opposite. On the table were some fancy side dishes that somehow Dara could quickly cook.
Before starting the meal, Dara said, “This will probably be our last dinner.”
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