Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 2 - Pak Yai

Munding collapsed in the middle of the road when the father was carrying his small body. He was unconscious on that trip.

After walking for more than an hour, the father and his daughter reached a Mushola on the outskirts of the village. But this village is no longer Sukorejo village, Munding's home village. The Mushola is bordered by rice fields on the back and a small river used for the irrigation of rice fields beside it.

He took Munding to the side of the mosque. Next to the mosque there is a wide water bath used for ablution water before praying.

The father placed Munding on the cold plaster floor then took a water dipper and watered Munding's body with water in the Mushola bathtub. Munding instantly realized.

A confused little Munding, surprised to see a man was watering his body with cold water. Munding was screaming. He tried to avoid the water flush by trying to topple his body but his efforts were in vain.

The father swiftly caught his body with one hand and continued to water his body with the other. Especially when Munding felt his whole body ached and bruised. His right wrist also hurt.

Gradually, Munding surrendered and resigned. He let cold water wash over his entire body. Cold water over time made him recall the incident that happened to him just now.

He was gang-raped by Joko's gang in a field on the edge of the village and this father helped him.

“You body it you know Le, pessing once.” muttered the Father while continuing to water the body Munding with cold water.

Shortly after, the little girl who had seen Munding in the field had reappeared. This time, the little girl was carrying a bath soap, shampoo, towel and a small scabbard.

“Ni uses the same shampoo soap itself.” said the Father while taking soap and shampoo from his son's hands and giving it to Munding.

Munding accepted it then started wearing it. But because Munding's entire body was in all pain, Munding could only slowly soothe her once. The father was still standing next to Munding and holding a towel that had been delivered by his daughter.

Half an hour later.

The Munding body that had felt pain and bruising felt a little mengingan. He sat in front of the father who had helped him. The little girl disappeared somewhere. Munding and the Father sat on the terrace of a small but clean house next to Mushola.

Munding only wears a sarong like a person wearing a regular sarong, but he does not wear underwear or a t-shirt on his body at all.

“This is the house of Mr. Le, the name of Mr. Ahmad Hanbali, people here used to call Mr. Ahmad or Mr. Yai.” the father who had helped Munding introduce himself.

Munding was silent and just lowered his head.

“You mute to Le? Earlier I heard you misuh-misuh ‘asu’ to in the field?” ask Mr. Yai again, this time with a tone that began to rise.

“Sorry Mr. Yai, my name is Munding.” replied Munding.

“It is!! By the way. Don't just be put on it. You were beaten up by your friends, huh?” ask Mr. Yai again.

“Iya Pak Yai.” replied Munding quietly.

“Why?” ask Mr. Yai.

“ Munding was silent and did not answer.

“Ndukkkkk.”

The little girl ran out of the house and stood by her father.

“Dalem Pak.”

“Ke stall bentar, buy ice cubes with celery leaves huh? Ask for money with your mother.” said Mr. Yai.

“Sign Mr.” and the little girl have disappeared again into the house.

Shortly after, from inside the house came out a woman in a hijab and in wide clothes. The little Munding who just sat in 6th grade SD knew that the object that covered the face and head of the woman was called a hijab. But he never saw the clothes that the woman was wearing.

The woman brought two cups of warm tea and a plate of freshly fried mendoan tempeh. He put it in front of Pak Yai. Then he sat behind Pak Yai.

“Why Le?” ask Mr. Yai to Munding.

“Munding has never seen a shirt like the one that Bu Nyai.” replied Munding honestly.

“Hahahahahahahahahaha.” Mr. Yai laughed, and Ms. Nyai smiled behind her husband.

“You from Sukorejo to?” ask Mr. Yai.

“Iya Pak Yai.” Munding replied.

Pak Yai let out a long sigh while looking somewhat laughable.

“Your design is abangan village. The influence is strong. It was hard to get in from before. Already several times santri sent there but always failed.” muttered Pak Yai.

The new small Munding class 6 SD certainly does not understand the meaning of Mr. Yai's words in front of him. Ms. Nyai whispered into her husband's ear while pointing at Munding with her chin.

“Hahahahahahahaha.” Laughter Pak Yai.

“You haven't been youngeng Le. Later if it is big, you go back and forth on your own.” he continued.

Munding just fell silent while looking at the floor of the house that was only plastered without ceramics. Same with Munding's own house. But the look of Mr. Yai's house more often dipel, the floor shiny clean.

“This is my wife, Siti Aisah. That was my daughter, Nurul Islam.” said Mr. Yai.

“Taken by Le. Ice cubes just bought Nurul, later if he has arrived at the new house compressed bruises.” added Bu Nyai, who then stood up and entered the house.

Munding then took the tempeh and ate it voraciously. Frankly, he was actually starving and had wanted to devour the tempe from earlier, but because it was not welcome, Munding was not good with Pak Yai and Bu Nyai.