Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 1 - Munding

Sorry for the rather harsh use of language. It is only in chapter 1 alone for the emphasis of 'bullying' received by the main character.

Happy reading.

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"Kowe mode!!!"

"Children *****!!!!"

"Sana!! Who are you going to tell, huh?"

"Crying?? You crybaby!!"

"Hahahahahahahaha."

A child curled up in the middle of the field, while six other children ganged up on the child. Some took punches, others used their feet to step on the poor boy.

One of the biggest-bodied children, named Joko, laughed out loud at the child's posture curled up on the ground and whimpered in pain.

With a commanding tone, Joko told his friends to piss on the child they had just cracked.

"Piss me!! Child*****, does not have a Father. Who wants to help him?" joko said loudly.

And the other five children simultaneously follow Joko's orders. Open their shorts and take out their respective little birds.

Soon enough, the urine of five children had soaked the entire body of a small child curled up in the ground.

"Drop!!! Hahahahahahahahaha" said Joko as she waved a sign of invitation to her comrades.

The six of them left the field with their heads looking up and laughing. They feel good about what they just did.

Evening came, the field that was once dark by the twilight sun, now became pitch black.

The groaning of small children was still heard in the middle of the field. But who will hear?

This field is located in the corner of the village. The field is only used when there is an art show Kuda Lumping or the annual puppet show at Ruwat Village.

The boy's name is Munding.

What a strange name, right? That buffalo? Yep. Munding means Buffalo. A simple and possible name for other Munding-age children would be embarrassed to have such a name but Munding does not.

Munding proud.

The name of an average Munding boy is already cool. Joko has the full name of Joko Sentono. Hearing Sentono's name everyone in this village must know that name. Because it is the name of the village chief, Karto Sentono.

The names of the five children were also no less cool, Rangga, Yogi, Bambang, Abdul and Candra. The munding? Not at all level with them.

But Munding remains proud of his name.

Whimpering with pain in the middle of the room, Munding recalled the good times when his father was still alive.

"Father, why do you give the name Munding? Shame on you, sir?" tanya Munding little who is still sitting in 3rd grade Elementary School and is accompanying her Father in the rice field.

Wage, Mr. Munding, a simple village man who had a livelihood as a farmer, smiled at his son's question.

"Le, try to see, if there is no buffalo who helps you plow this rice field. Can you just not catch him alone?" said Wage while pointing at the expanse of rice fields that had just been planted.

Little Munding shook his head.

"Le, I give you the name Munding, so that if you grow up you can grow strong and mighty. Can help you in the rice field and meet the needs of the family" said Wage while looking at the expanse of rice fields in front of him.

And Munding smiled at the hope of his father.

That's why Munding never felt ashamed of his name. Even though all his classmates in SD always called him 'bull'.

Munding was still moaning in pain in the middle of the field. His body felt pain and pain. He also felt a slight salty taste on his lips.

That means there's a little blood in there.

This is also not the first time Munding in the same gang as Joko. Munding also knows the reason. This is all because of the behavior of his father Joko himself. The village chief of Karto Sentono.

Wage, Mr. Munding, died in 4th grade SD Munding. Since then, Sutinah, Mother Munding was a widow. Being a widow in the countryside is not easy.

Without an adult husband or son protecting her, many striped-nosed men with influence would come to fulfill her wishes.

Including Karto Sentono.

In the countryside with a small population and not too crowded, the information movement still relies on the word of mouth. But the smell of carnation must have smelled too. The behavior of Karto Sentono who often came to his widow's house Wage eventually became an open secret in the village.

Joko as the village chief's biological child, of course, felt angry. But he would never have the guts to vent his anger on his own father. Munding is the target. Joko also spread the news that Sutinah, the ***** was, who had teased Karto Sentono.

Munding is still complaining and whimpering. He tried to twist his body slowly and tried to sleep on his back on the field.

"Ahhhhhkkkkkkkk." and he screamed loudly while trying to straighten his back.

His back ribs hurt in some places. Just natural. He was deliberately curled up like a baby when he received blows and attacks from his gang Joko. As a result, the back of the back receives immediate consequences.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhkkkkk." shouted Munding.

"Hah hah hah hah hah hah."

Munding gasped for breath as he finally managed to straighten his back and slept on his back. Pain, pain and linu throbbed all over his body. The fishy smell of the fucking kids pissing just now was also smelled by him.

Munding sleeps on his back for a few minutes before finally trying to sit down. With all his energy he tried to get up using his right hand as a focus.

Ctek

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

The sound of sprained hand bones was then followed by a long cry. Munding fell back to the ground. This time, the pain elsewhere in his entire body was covered in pain due to his sprained right wrist.

"Asssssuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

Munding also curses length with the word 'asu' which means 'dog', a favorite makian in the Munding area. He again gasped for breath after being satisfied to vent all his anger.

"Why do you even maki-maki alone? Who are you angry with?"

Suddenly there was a voice of the man next to Munding. And Munding was shocked. There was a Father wearing a black peci and wearing a sarong standing in the middle of the field, next to him.

"Child today, just so this is how ya already moan no because" said the fathers.

"You can walk by yourself?" ask again.

Munding shook his head slowly.

"Nduuukkkkkk." call the father.

Soon a little girl of Munding's age ran towards him. The father took off the sarong, peci and shirt, then he gave it to the little girl. Using only shorts and singlet T-shirts, Mr. had approached Munding and carrying him.

Munding moaned in pain but the Father did not care.

"Where did you fall? How can you smell so bad?" protesting the Father as he walked left the field in the corner of the village with Munding on his shoulder.

Note author:

Meaning of some of the words above:

Modar \= off

Kowe \= you

Le \= stands for Thole, a call for boys.

Nduk \= stands for Fat, a call for girls.