Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 139 - Hatred

Praise sitting quietly in her room.

Unlike the old days when Aditya was still occupied, the most luxurious room in this place, transformed by Puji into a real office space. Complete with computers, printers, and various office furniture.

Puji never aspired to be a peddler of her makeup body, she aspired to become an independent career woman. Now, he is trying to realize his dream, even though the 'career' he lived is different from the one he dreamed.

"Munding," murmured Praise with glaring eyes.

When he gets what he wants now, praise his past. The suffering he had endured over the past few years and all the humiliation he had endured, all started from a boy named Munding.

Initially, Puji used to sympathize with Munding when they were still in Elementary because of the bully he experienced. Praise also put a taste to the boy. The feeling that arises from sympathy is not conveyed, just like Asma, his closest friend. They both grew up harboring their taste for Munding.

But, that sense is eroded by Praji's desire to enjoy the luxury of the world like his friends in High School. The desire is limited by the state of his economy and forces Puji to make a choice as he has done before.

And this is where he ends now.

In a luxurious room that he lived alone, had a lot of money, surrounded by luxury, had many subordinates, but Puji felt loneliness and solitude in his chest.

A sucipto?

He was like a motorcycle that came to the workshop to be serviced once a month. Remove the old oil, replace it with a new oil, then leave again without turning the head though. Such is the treatment of people who claim Puji as their woman.

As bad as Praise was, in her deepest heart, she also wanted someone who would wholeheartedly pay attention to her. Ask him if he has eaten or not? Massaging his shoulders, whispering affectionate words, or just hugging him in silence without having to say anything.

You know, somewhere at the end of this village, Asma was probably having dinner together with Munding and his wife. The three of them will laugh happily with a makeshift menu. The thing he wanted but did not want him to exchange for the luxury that Praise now has.

Praise clenched her jaws and hatred began to show in her eyes.

"The world is unfair, I did it all, sacrificed everything I had, and only now do I get what I have. Even at the price of losing my first sincere love with no strings attached."

"With Asthma, what is she doing?"

"He was born a child of Carik, he never lacked the material, and he always got everything without trying at all."

"Munding gave him the rice fields and his family's estate without Asma asking, as if it was a reasonableness. If it's natural, why doesn't anyone give me such selfless treasure as Munding?"

"They give me something always in return."

"My body."

"Never has anyone ever given anything to me without asking for anything in return."

"But Asthma?"

"Asma never did anything, but she still got it all."

"Asma never sacrificed anything, but she's still richer than me."

"Asma could also still enjoy Munding's smile whenever she wanted."

"The world is not fair!!"

"If there's no justice, I'll make it."

"I now have enough ability to do so."

"I will make Asthma feel how painful and harsh real life life is compared to the imaginary story of the author of the nuts on *******."

The resentment in the eyes of Praji grew and he inflicted all the injustices he experienced from a long time ago on Asma, his childhood friend.

Asma car split the streets of Sukorejo village after Isya as usual.

He returned home after teaching with Nurul at a musala next to the Munding house. All of this has become a daily routine for the past few months.

It's exhausting, but Asthma is happy. He could see his heart close even though he could not be with him.

At first, Asma and her mother refused the rice fields given by Munding through Pak Yai. But, after being persuaded by Mr. Yai several times, especially on the grounds that the Asma family was without a family head anymore, the Bu Carik family accepted him.

The rice paddies were then handed over to the management, just as the Munding family had done. The managers are a family of farmers who have for years cultivated the rice field and are fully trusted by the Wage family.

Those who had previously sent their crops to the account of the Munding family, only transferred them to the Asma family account. Ms. Carik's and Asma's lives have changed since then.

But, they are not like most people who like to waste money. They live as simply as before. They just used the money to renovate their house and buy a city car that Astma uses now.

Asthma bought the car for one purpose. He wants to replace Munding to pick up Munding's lover when they go to high school. And it continues until now.

But, uh,

Asma did not expect that tonight, after all these years, no one dared to bother her since the proclamation of Munding that night, she will experience her first violent life since the attempted rape of Joko.

Braaakkckk.

A stone fist was thrown into the windshield of Astma's car. The car's glass didn't break because there was a layer of film protecting it, but cracks resembling cobwebs were visible there. Automatically, Asma's gaze was blocked and she was shocked.

Panicking, Asthma looked around. He saw that there were 4 long-haired men and holding sharp weapons standing in the road that he was about to go through.

Asthma is frightened, but she tries to keep thinking clearly.

Asma knew that no matter what happened, she still had to be in the car. At the very least, it would prevent his attacker from directly touching him.

Asma inserted her car gears into the reverse gear position and wanted to return to Munding's house. Because he felt, the only safest place in the world was beside his heart.

Sukorejo village is not a village that is too large. Asma knew it took her less than 10 minutes to get back.

Asma drove her car backwards but perhaps in panic after seeing one of the four running towards her car, the engine of the Astma car died due to her clutch being released suddenly.

Prakkkkkk.

The right wing of the Asma car was the victim of an Asthma interceptor attack. Shortly thereafter, the glass of the Asma car was pounded by using a machete handle by the interceptor.

"Open!!!!" yelled the gondrong man.

Asma did not care about it and again tried to start her car, only one name and one place she wanted to go now.

Negotiating.

"Open B******t!!!" yelled at the man again.

Asma managed to start her car after trying several times and immediately stepped on the gas pedal of her car after moving the gear to a forward position. He doesn't care anymore and if he needs to, he'll hit the interceptor.

Asma's car roared and jumped forward. The three people standing in front of his car immediately jumped to the side. Asma drove away from the place. For a moment, after passing the four people, Astma saw two motorcycles parked on the side of the road. Asthma remembers the type of motor and the license plate at a glance because of the fast speed of the car. Of course, he did not remember the plate number, but the last two digits and the letter behind him managed to remember.

Asma used the cracks in her windshield to look ahead and find a detour to get back to where she had come.

Munding House.