Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter
Chapter 124 - Home
Munding's eyes glared out the window of the speeding car on the highway. He tried to recall all the events he had experienced since being brought by Sat Gultor's elite forces that night.
It was a sad night that separated him from his family.
Munding was taken to military headquarters and held there for two weeks. After that he was deposited in the General LP for two days when the tragedy where some senior inmates wanted to sodomize Munding who was still fifteen years old.
Munding only felt 2 nights sleeping in the General Layer. After that, the military transferred him to the military's own Special Raiders and Munding spent 3 months there.
Munding took a deep breath as he recalled his days inside the cramped room.
Destiny leads him to meet with Broto's family and he ends up spending 5 months of his time here. The day is colorful and different from what Munding has been living.
Not felt, it has been more than almost 9 months Munding separated from his family. If it is likened to a baby in the womb, soon he will be born into the world. Munding recalled Broto's last words as he said goodbye to her.
“You should have been detained for 3 years, but this has only been going on for 9 months. So do not ever think that your debt has been paid off huh?” broto said at that moment with a smile.
A smile that made Munding afraid, because at that time Munding felt as if he had entered into the debt trap of a leech who would never pay off, he said, however much he tried to pay.
“Why? Want to drink?” there was a soft voice from the left side of Munding disperse the thoughts of Munding.
Munding glanced to his left and could only smile wryly when he saw Amel holding out a bottle of drink with the taste of the orange towards him, “why the hell Amel should follow nganter home?” munding protests in the heart.
Not only Amel, in the black car that drove Munding home to Sukolilo, there is Ambar and Umar also of course coupled with the new Driver who works for the Broto family.
For the Amel, Munding may still be able to accept it, because Amel once told me that he wanted to meet Nurul, I don't know what his purpose was. For Ambar, Munding can also still accept, because all this time, Ambar was indeed assigned by Broto to supervise Munding.
But Umar? Why did the Old Man take him to Sukolilo?
And Umar answers when asked like that by Munding, I have not met with Izrail for a long time, just want ‘say hello’ said Umar. And Munding directly scratched his head that did not itch earlier.
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After traveling for several hours, the car finally entered the mountainous region in the middle of nowhere and was named Sukolilo. The narrow and winding road, the little children running in the rice fields and the thin fog that descends and covers the scenery in the distance, looks very unique to Amel.
The car entered Sumber Rejo village according to the instructions from Munding. A few minutes later, Munding saw a familiar sight. A sight she misses every night.
A simple house but looks clean and tidy. A mushola beside him with a small river to his left. The small river flows and meets the irrigation canal that extends behind the mushola.
The expanse of rice fields that still look green behind the small mushola. Where Nurul and Munding used to spend their time making out together while waiting for prayer time to arrive.
The lush fruit trees behind Pak Yai's house where little Munding swung her punches and kicks while enduring the pain and pain in her body. And also the little Nurul who always held a mat to accompany Munding to practice as if they were having a picnic, complete with snacks and drinks of their favorite.
All those memories flowed unstoppably as Munding got out of the car and saw everything remain unchanged as it used to be, just like what he remembered in his head.
Munding directly down and do a prostration of gratitude in the mosque yard as well as the yard of Pak Yai's house.
While Munding was still sitting in the courtyard and raising his hand out of gratitude to God, a girl came out the door of the house and something fell out of her hand.
The clontang!!!!
“Yes Allah, Dek, are you all right? Why did it fall on the porch? Instead of being ushered into the rice fields,” shouted someone from inside the house.
But the girl no longer cared about the scream, she quickly ran towards the young man who was sitting prostrating in his yard while smiling at him.
Shamelessly the girl immediately hugged Munding tightly and cried sobbing in Munding's arms.
“Mas home Deck,” whispered Munding slowly into the ears of the veiled girl who was in her arms.
Nurul just nodded her head and hugged her husband tighter while still sobbing. Amel who had just got out of the car only saw scenes similar to the Indian film from the side of his car with Ambar and Umar.
“Kok not loaded anyway Dek?” a girl came out of the house and saw the bushel and its contents scattered on the porch of the house.
When the girl turned her gaze towards Nurul who was hugging a man in the middle of the courtyard, the girl choked and used her palm to cover her own mouth.
“Munding,” muttered the girl softly with teary eyes when she saw the figure of the young man who was now in Nurul's arms.
With a hesitant step and the fingers slightly quivering, Asma approached Munding and Nurul who were in the courtyard of the house. Munding who noticed the presence of a veiled girl from inside the house looked a little surprised.
Munding felt that this girl was a bit familiar, but she could not remember who she was at all. Nurul who saw Munding's expression when he saw Asma just laughed.
“This Mbak Asthma, Mas time forgot?” nurul said as he clasped Astma's hand and dragged her closer towards the two of them.
And finally Munding was remembered with a sweet face that used to look sad that night in the middle of the field of Sukorejo village, “Asma,” call Munding soft and do not know what to do to the sweet girl who put her heart on it.
Asthma also looks awkward and bows her head down for a moment. Nurul smiled as he let out a long breath, he knew everything. But Munding her husband, Nurul will not be as kind as that to let another woman curl her husband in front of Nurul's nose.
Even if that woman is Asthma, which she already considers like her own brother.
Nurul then turned to look at the car that had been boarded by Munding, “who are they Mas?” ask Nurul.
“Oh this,” said Munding as he waved at Amel's entourage to get closer.
“This is Ambar. This is Mr. Umar and this is Amel,” Munding said as he introduced the three of them one by one to Nurul and Asma.
When Amel shakes hands with Asma, they both know that they are rivals in fighting over Munding's heart. Nurul, his position is irreplaceable, they know it. But for the position of a substitute? Both of them also seemed completely unwilling to budge and still hold their opponent's hand after a while.
When they heard Ambar's deheman's voice, Asma and Amel let go of their handshakes. Umar just laughed while walking towards the house of Pak Yai followed by Munding and Nurul.
“Dek Nurul, it's the challenge that fell down diresin first, let Mbak call Mother the same Father,” Asma said as she walked to the rice field behind the mushola.
Nurul nodded his head and went inside the house to pick up the mop. Arriving on the porch again, Nurul invited his guests to sit down and began work cleaning up spills from the bushel on the floor when a hand held his lap mop.
“Let Amel help ya Nurul?” amel asked with a sweet smile towards Nurul.
Nurul knew what that smile meant and she also knew the meaning of Amel's gaze. Her husband's new fan. Nurul nodded her head with a small smile then walked into her room. Following her husband who just came in here carrying a bag and luggage.
“Who else is Amel?” nurul asked fiercely to Munding who had just put his backpack on the table.
“What the hell is a deck?” munding Protest.
“Later in the evening, Mas had to tell everything to Nurul, period,” Nurul said as he pulled out of the room and returned to the terrace.
Munding took a deep breath and smiled faintly.
He finally came home.
