Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 14 - Revenge (Saud) part 1

Munding exited the inpatient room and walked to the motor park. Drizzling rain flushed Sukolilo District. Munding who was only wearing a t-shirt and trousers without a jacket recklessly broke through the drizzle and walked towards the motor.

Munding turned on his motorbike and exited the parking lot of RSUD Sukolilo. He pointed his motorbike towards Sukolilo Market which is located not far from RSUD.

In a sub-district city like Sukolilo, all public facilities are located close to each other. Maybe in fact Sukolilo is also not worthy to be called ‘kota’ from the beginning.

The streets were already getting quiet, although the new clock was showing at 20:00 p.m., for residents of mountainous areas like Sukolilo, it was better for them to curl up under their warm blankets rather than go out at night. Withstand the cold wind of the mountains at night.

In a matter of minutes, Munding has arrived at the Sukolilo market. The market is crowded during the day by traders and buyers the atmosphere changes 180 degrees at night. Shops and market traders closed before the Maghrib roar every day.

Only one of the two traders is still seen trying to scavenge the windfall amid the drizzle of rain tonight. Some tent stalls selling food such as meatballs, chicken and cat rice remain faithful waiting for customers who may be starving at night.

But that's not the place Munding went to. Yesterday he heard Mr. Razak mention the name ‘Saud’, a respected market thug in Sukolilo. And Munding had a little shadow of where he had to find Saud to make the calculations.

In Sukolilo, liquor is not sold freely. Even so, how can those market goons get it if no one is selling? The answer is illegal sellers. And they were average herbalist stall owners.

They used the guise of a traditional herbalist and opened their stalls until the night openly. If customers come and order herbs such as kencur rice, ginger and others, they will be happy to serve it.

But, behind that, they also provide other drinks that should not be traded. And that's where Munding is now.

Munding surrounded the Sukolilo market complex that was not as spacious as it was with his motorbike, until he finally found a herbal stall that was a little crowded with visitors. There were about 7 men sitting there and enjoying a drink.

A girl in slightly tight clothes served those buyers with a laugh. Every now and then the hands of the men were stretched out trying to touch the girl who was about to be repaid with the pats and spoiled screams of the girl.

Old tricks to keep customers of herbal stalls.

Munding parked his motorcycle not far from the herbal stall, then he walked towards the people who were busy enjoying the drink.

The contents of the Munding head were only filled with the shadow of Mr. Yai lying in the ICU with bandages wrapped around his head. Amid the drizzle of rain, Munding clenched his jaws and clenched his hands as he walked up to them.

Munding seemed to forget everything, what was in his head were only vague whispers that Munding did not understand his meaning. Munding's chest feels tight and sick and Munding is like experiencing shortness of breath. His breathing began to pant, trying to return the air that seemed reluctant to enter his lungs.

Unknowingly, Munding was already standing in front of the herbal stall with both clenched hands and irregular breathing.

“Saud??” only one word came out of Munding's mouth from between his teeth that clenched tightly.

The six men, who were on average in their 20s, looked at the young man wearing a black jumper with a skull on his back who was sitting on his back to Munding.

The atmosphere in the herbal stall that was previously filled with laughter and naughty jokes became silent. Only the drizzling sound of rain falling over the canopy made of galvalum sounded loud, plus the dangdut songs from the DVD playing next door in the herbal stall.

The herbalist girl held tightly to the bottle of drink in her hand while looking tensely at Munding.

“Cuih, which snot boy is looking for me?” said the black jumper without turning towards Munding.

“Death to you!!” saud shouted as he swung the empty bottle towards Munding's head.

Munding who had been in standby condition was quickly doing a circular kick towards the bottle that was swung by Saud, the sound of his stomach breathing was heard from his mouth as the swing of his kick.

“Sssssshhhhhhhhhh”

Pyarrrrrrrr

The bottle was smashed to pieces by Munding's kick. Saud looked startled for a moment then he jumped back and took some distance from Munding. The six men who had been sitting there immediately stood up and moved around Munding.

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“Aduuuuuuuuhhhhhh.”

“Slow Deck, this pain,” little Munding moans to Nurul who is smearing red medicine into her legs with a cotton swab.

Beeettttttt. Ctakkkkk.

“Aaaoooo,” Munding screamed in pain but did not dare to comment and complain again, because Mr. Yai just grabbed a rattan rod to his back.

Nurul chuckled while still treating Munding's legs slowly.

“Ceng once you Le, just so much already moaning,” said Mr. Yai.

“Pak Yai, why did Munding have to grind the shin of Munding's foot using bamboo like that? Why did Mr. Yai not teach Munding immune science, internal energy or studies only? Munding does not need to be in pain gini,” small Munding protest.

Pak Yai lifted the rattan stick in his hand and Munding had closed his eyes grimacing, preparing to feel the pain of the sabetan Pak Yai. But after a while, the rattan never whack his body. Munding opened his eyes.

Mr. Yai smiled at Munding, “time Mr. Mondok in Pasuruan first, I never taught you like Le. His Yai said Father, it is the business of the ghoib, which we hand over entirely the same Gusti Allah. Know Le?” ask Mr. Yai.

Munding looks confused, all this time he thought that the lodging santri was besides famous for his religious knowledge but also famous because they were ‘linuwih’, had advantages than ordinary people.

“That time, I also protested with Yai, but Yai said gini ‘gigi Kanjeng Nabi had broken the war time Uhud, Iha you guys want your skin not to be cut by sharp weapons?’, you know, we finally never talk again about this ghoib problem,” said Pak Yai.

Munding fell silent and since then Munding never once touched on the problems of the ghoib sciences again to Mr. Yai.

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“You're not a random boy, are you? It is only fitting that you dare to look for me,” said Saud who had stood face to face with Munding.