Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 198 - Interrogation part 2

“I happen to know familiar and close to the student and daughter-in-law of Ahmad Hambali named Munding. So he is the one I submitted to be a candidate from the Army,” Broto said.

“It hasn't explained your purpose, Bodat!!” nasution shouted towards Broto suddenly with his distinctive voice blaring.

“Lae ..” reprimand Dirman to his best friend.

Nasution only laughed a little and then returned to focus on the fishing rod. Dirman just shook his head to see the behavior of his best friend who never changed from before. Broto just lowered his head with a reddened face. Broto is also human, of course embarrassed to be reviled like that, let alone there are some of his men who pay attention in the cabin there.

“Keep what's your destination?” dirman asked slowly towards Broto.

“The candidate we sent is not the strongest candidate the military has but the candidate with the best potential. The candidate we hope will have the opportunity to step in the direction of manifestation. I hope, whatever advantages possessed by Munding because the militant-style training method he has a little can be absorbed by our candidate.”

“I would like, our elite fighter candidates to open their horizons that out there, there are many roads to Rome, that there are other ways to reach the goal, and that until this very second, there are many other ways to reach the goal, no one knows which path really takes us to Rome or misleads us into the middle of nowhere.”.

“So, you yourself are not sure of the method that we have been using to educate our fighters?” ask Dirman in a flat tone.

“Not so Sir. I just try to be open-minded and see everything from another point of view. Until this moment, we have not given birth to a single fighter of new manifestation in our way. But they've. I don't want us to be too cloistered with what we believe in and not at all try all the opportunities that exist,” Broto denied.

Dirman took a deep breath then smiled a little, “But of course you have another reason right?”

Broto fell silent and lowered his head.

“Broto, we've been training you since your education. Since you were still a plontos-headed and became a lackey in the academy. You are the smartest among your peers even though your achievements are not supported by your martial skills and fighting level. But we believe in your brain's ability. You think we don't know if you're always setting up backup plans for anything?” continued Dirman.

“If all else fails, at least, I want us to establish good relations with the militant herd. At least with the herd with the greatest strength that exists in this country,” Broto said slowly.

Dirman laughed wide after hearing Broto's words, though unsteadily in his head what is meant by ‘make good relationship’ by Broto. But at least, the decision taken by Broto provides a good opportunity for the military as a whole.

When Dirman and Broto were busy dissolving in their minds, a loud scream shocked them both.

“Strike!!” shouted Nasution.

Then swiftly the old man rolled and swung the fishing rod and reel he was holding. Lift the anchor, then lower it while rolling the reel, lift it again, then lower it while rolling the reel again. When the fish rebelled against Nasution's pull, he laughed and held the tip of the net against his stomach and held the net with his right hand.

The sound of a loud reel broke the silence on the ship. The fish ran away with all his might to save his life. Nasution continued to let his reel creak and scream loudly, when he felt the pull of the fish getting weaker, Nasution started the ritual again earlier. Raise the fishing rod, lower it, roll it, repeat it again, continuously until finally the shadow of the fish is seen on the edge of their ship.

A fairly large red grouper fish was seen floating and swimming to and fro beside the boat but with a hook stuck to his lips. Nasution looked delighted and shouted.

Broto's men swiftly exited the cabin and carried the net used to barge towards the front deck of the ship and crouched down next to Nasution to get ready to rescue the sinking grouper.

Soon, the three of them were sitting while enjoying their lunch on the boat with spicy sour grouper food Nasution's lures.

“Broto, Broto. If you want to have a good relationship with them. There's an easier way. Why don't you marry your daughter to Izrail's student?” dirman said slowly on the sidelines of his busy chewing food.

Broto was silent, not because he didn't want to, he knew that his daughter would agree, but there was no way he would force Munding?

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Munding was silent when he heard his father's story about the attack of a small team Chaos experienced by his father some time ago in Sukorejo. For a moment, he was stunned and did not know what to say.

Munding decided to join Merah Putih because he did not want what he saw in his insight to happen. But turns? The attack still happened, although not entirely in accordance with the shadow he had seen.

Munding also imagined if the Father was not here?

Doesn't that mean he will lose his wife and even his unborn child?

Munding felt his hair goosebumps when he imagined all that.

“Don't dream and don't think too much,” said Mr. Yai slowly when he saw the look on his daughter-in-law's face turned a little anxious and frightened.

Munding was speechless listening to Mr. Yai's words.

“If it is time, whatever we do is useless. We try to do our best, but God's Gusti determines everything,” continued Mr. Yai.

Munding felt a little relieved when listening to Mr. Yai's advice. He regained consciousness, everything was outlined. He can only try his best, but the result will follow what has become His destiny.

“Munding into first Sir,” said Munding to his Father-in-law.

Pak Yai only nodded his head in response. The old man remained sitting on the porch of the Munding house and seemed to be thinking of something. Munding went into the house and went to his room. Meet his wife who made him miss because he had not met for several months.

Munding saw Nurul lying on the bed and snoring softly. Then he approached and glanced towards Nurul's stomach which now looks to start bulging because of its content which is 6 months old.

Slowly and graciously Munding stroked his wife's stomach, there was a little fear re-emerged in Munding's head, “If only I could live like an ordinary person, I could wait for my son to be born happy, I could wait for my son to be born happy, then I would invite him to play into the fields, get to know nature, teach him to swim,” and Munding dissolve in his delusion about the future he would do with his future son.