Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 18 - Return to RSUD

“Hoooeeeeeekkkkkkk, Hoek, Hooooooooooeeeeeeeeekkkkkkk.”

Munding vomited successfully on the side of the road after he parked his bike not far from RSUD Sukolilo. His entire body trembled in fear and almost tears fell in his eyes.

Munding could remember all the events clearly from the moment he came in front of the herbal stall to the seconds as he ran away leaving the herbal stall. Munding can remember everything.

And that's what made him vomit, this was the first time in his life that Munding threw his fist at someone else. During this time Munding always hit the trunk of a mango tree wrapped in rope for the target of his punch.

It feels hard and it hurts.

The harder Munding hit the mango tree trunk, the more pain he would feel in his fist. But, hitting someone else, it feels different, very different.

Munding felt that hitting others felt soft, like hitting a pillow filled with cotton.

Munding did not feel the pain he had gotten in return from the blow he had laid. It feels like you threw something away and it was lost. It is like an arrow that will never come back.

Munding can also clearly remember how fragile the human body is. Saud's broken nose, bruised left eye and I don't know how many cuts he got from Munding's punch.

Munding felt that humans were very vulnerable. Vulnerable. And easily broken.

Especially when Munding remembered what was done to the maids keeper herbal stalls. It was like an impulse, momentary, unexpected and explosive. Munding felt that he had just become a beast.

A predator, who relies solely on his instincts to prey on other, weaker animals. Who has sex wherever and whenever he wants. Not bound by the prevailing norms. Pure instinct's.

And Munding almost cried because of it.

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“Already, Nurul sleep first, really worried about you?” bu Nyai said to Nurul who was in his arms.

They are both still waiting for Mr. Yai who was hospitalized in RSUD Sukolilo. Bu Nyai and Nurul slept on the floor next to the bed that had been lined with mats that Nurul and Munding had brought from the house earlier.

“Nurul is afraid that Mas Munding why-why Bu,” said Nurul slowly.

“Mommy is sure Masmu will not be why-why,” Bu Nyai tried to calm Nurul while stroking his son's head.

“Assalamualaikum.”

Suddenly, Munding's voice said a greeting from outside the inpatient room slowly. Nurul immediately stood up and broke away from his mother's embrace.

“But really long time Mas?” asked Nurul who had stood up and opened the door of the hospital room.

“Hail has not been answered you know,” reprimanded Munding tried to smile despite looking exhausted and confused.

“Waalaikumsalam. How wet is gini? The rain, huh? How did you not wear a raincoat? That's a black jumper who's wearing it?” cerocos Nurul sambel holds both hands Munding.

“Many really? Where to answer first?” ask Munding.

Nurul just smiled shyly, “This is whose jacket? Is that blood? Whose blood is it? What did I just do anyway?” nurul's questions repeated like the automatic mode of the AK-47 rifle.

Munding who was in a state of anxiety and fatigue looked at Nurul's little lips that seemed to have a thousand and one questions. And without a second thought Munding immediately kissed him.

Nurul who was shocked because of Munding's sudden attack was raging. Moreover, there was his mother who Nurul knew exactly had not fallen asleep next to them, only limited by the mosquito net between the beds of patients.

Munding no matter what, only the sound of two mouths kissing each other was heard in this patient's room. Miss Nyai who pretended to be asleep could only smile wryly.

“Haaaaaaahhh. Masss, the mother has not slept yet, Mas,” whispered Nurul softly into Munding's ear after he sighed earlier.

“Makanya Dek Nurul that do not bring. It's one-one. Mas tired really,” said Munding.

“That's a jacket who's really a lot of blood?” ask Nurul.

“This is the jacket of the man who hit the head of the Father, this is his blood, not the blood of Mas,” replied Munding quietly.

Nurul closed his mouth in shock and then he directly hit Munding's chest with both hands. Nurul suddenly cried sobbing.

“Mas why use nyari him all? Do you want that revenge? Fortunately what? There isn't one, is there? Even if Mas can already mbales to him, continue to run out of this what? He didn't accept it, and he went after it again? And then it repeats itself again, this endless vicious cycle Mas!!” nurul said and this time Munding must admit that Nurul is much more mature than his actual age.

Nurul cried sobbing in Munding's arms after being content to swing his punch to Munding's chest, which he knew would not feel at all to Munding's body.

“Mas, sorry deck,” whispered Munding softly to Nurul's ears that were in her arms.

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A few days later.

Munding and Nurul spend more time in RSUD Sukolilo and if there are items that need to be taken home or purchased to the minimarket, Bu Nyai will tell Munding to take them.

By ourselves.

Many times Nurul whined to his mother to be allowed to come home with Munding but Bu Nyai still did not give permission. He knew his daughter's evil intentions.

But today is a special day. Pak Yai was conscious. He was so happy when he saw his wife, son and adopted son gathered waiting for him in the hospital room. Mr. Yai said absolutely nothing about the beating in the market, as if it was just the act of a careless prankster.

Bu Nyai and Nurul became more cheerful after Pak Yai regained consciousness, and Munding too. But Munding and Nurul still have to go to school and at school hours only Bu Nyai accompanied Pak Yai in the hospital.

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Saud with a face full of bandages and bandages on his head was standing accompanied by one of his friends who was at the event at the Sukolilo Market jamu stall that night.

In front of them sat a man dressed in police service. Outside the room, one could clearly read the plaque hanging on the front door. Sukolilo Kapolsek.

“Ndan, we have to kidnap the boy, if allowed he can grow into a new disease that is out of our control,” Saud said slowly to the man he called ‘Ndan’.

Name plate can be found on the chest of the man called ‘Ndan’ by Saud. Suprapto. Short firm and straightforward, a typical Javanese name in his time.

“Try you tell me first, how can you lose the same old boy SMA,” said Suprapto quietly with a smile.

Saud also recounted the incident version of him, where he also added that the snot boy did not understand the rules of the duel at all, did not give him a chance to get ready. Until finally the story of Saud stopped when he was grabbed and so the months hit Munding.

“That's it?” suprapto said slowly.

“Then I passed out Ndan, where I know the continuation, the Badrun ni who knows,” said Saud as he pointed to the friend who was standing next to him.