Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 224 - Saos

Darkened.

That's what Munding feels right now.

No light, no taste, no sound.

Munding couldn't even feel his own body. His hands, his feet, his head, his body, everything Munding could not feel.

There is only consciousness.

Self-awareness that he is Munding.

The sensation of direction disappeared, there was no top, no bottom, no left or right side.

He was like floating, but floating without knowing whether he was on his back, on his stomach, upside down, or even not floating at all.

Is he snuggling?

Or is he standing?

Or maybe he was lying down?

Munding doesn't know.

The concept of space also disappeared.

There is not far, near, high, low, where he is now.

Everything is filled with darkness without space.

The concept of time disappeared.

How long has he been here? A second, a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a year? Munding has no clue what to find out.

There is only darkness and self-awareness.

Is he dead?

Is this the grave?

Or is it a process of death?

Where is the Angel of Death? The izrail?

Is he still alive?

Paralyzed him?

But why doesn't he feel anything? No pain, pain, or pain.

How could Munding feel all that if he couldn't even feel his own body?

Munding doesn't even have a taste sensation anymore?

Is he still human?

Or is this what you call spirit?

One thousand questions filled Munding's consciousness. The only thing that still made him remember who he was.

But, after a long time for Munding, a question that made him worried came up.

When will he become a Munding? Is it when he no longer has self-awareness that he will only be a part of this endless darkness? A black dot from a vast ocean of meaningless darkness?

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“Where to Doc?” ask Cynthia to the doctor who did the medical action to Munding.

“His condition has passed a critical period, but he is now in a coma. We call it vegetative state,” replied the Doctor.

“Vegetative state?” ask Aisah.

“It's a kind of health condition where the body is still ‘live’ biologically, but can't respond to stimuli from the surrounding Bu. It usually occurs due to trauma to the patient's brain. But this time it's a strange case. The patient has a stab wound in the lung that is close to the heart while his brain is not at all disturbed. But somehow the patient's body enters a permanent vegetative state like this,” explained the Doctor.

“Can be cured Doc or back to healthy as before?” ask Cynthia.

“This condition belongs to the category of chronic. It can last for years even a lifetime, ” replied the Doctor with a face that showed sympathy to Cynthia and Aisah.

“Sorry Mom, because the patient handling procedure is finished, we stay first huh? There are other patients that we have to deal with,” said the Doctor and his team.

Aisah was sitting limp in her chair, whereas Cynthia was just looking with a sad look towards her Master.

Aisah took a deep breath and using her mobile phone, she searched for a name stored in her contacts but never once did she call since she got it.

Ahmad Hambali's.

Aisah took a second deep breath and then steadied her heart to squeeze the number. He needed far greater courage to make this phone call than to face a fellow wolf manifestation-stage fighter like Hikari.

“Assalamualaikum,” heard the voice of a man who is foreign and familiar in Aisah's ears.

Aisah closed her eyes and tightly stuck the phone to her ear. Love knows no age.

How much he missed that voice.

“Assalamualaikum,” the second greeting is heard from across the phone, this time with a tone starting to rise and annoyed.

Aisah immediately realized from her delusion and answered the greeting.

“Waalaikumussalam,” says Aisah slowly and gently.

Cynthia dropped the toast she had in her hand. Soon the toast that was in his mouth and he had not had time to chew also fell to the ground. How not? This was the first time he had seen the figure of his feminine master.

Never once had Cynthia seen or heard Aisah speak in such a gentle tone just now. Irreconceited, Cynthia became curious about the figure who was now answering her Teacher's phone and could make her Master change like before.

“Aisah?” ask Mr. Yai from across the phone.

“Iya Mas,” Aisah replied.

“Aalhamdulillah's. How many years I haven't heard from you. Healthy right?” said Mr. Yai.

“Alhamdulillah healthy Mas,” replied Aisah.

“Where are you now?” ask Mr. Yai.

“Aisah participated Bang Leman, Mas,” replied Aisah.

“Cute Leman? That organization called tomato sauce? What's his name Saos? Yes Saos?” ask Mr. Yai.

“Chaos Mas, his name is Chaos,” replied Aisah with a small laugh.

The only person who was astonished and confused was of course Cynthia. This is called a phone call to an old friend, not to tell the emergency situation of the boy who was lying in the patient bed next to them.

Teacher oh Master, Cynthia lamented inwardly, shaking her head.

“Ehm,” Cynthia pretended to cough and made Aisah look at her.

Cynthia then pointed with her chin towards the Munding and Aisah immediately remembered the initial purpose of her calling her eldest foster brother.

“Mas, no bad news,” says Aisah.

“Hmm. What news?” ask Mr. Yai.

“Mas has a son-in-law right? What is Munding?” ask Aisah.

“Iya, Nurul's husband tu,” Pak Yai replied.

Aisah took a deep breath before trying to tell him the news about her nephew.

“Munding injured Mas,” says Aisah.

“Severe?” not as expected Aisah, there was no panic or shock from Mr. Yai's voice at all.

“Iya,” Reply Aisah short.

“But it's not dead right?” ask Mr. Yai.

“Susaha mengejelasinnya Mas. Better Mas see for yourself the condition,” replied Aisah.

“Aircraft where is he now?” ask Mr. Yai.

Aisah glanced at Cynthia and asked which hospital they were in now. Cynthia replied, “Later Cynthia share loc location RS-nya.”

“Let's share loc same Cynthia to HP Mas aja yes?” aisah said to Pak Yai.

“Sherlock? Which detective is it?” ask Mr. Yai confused.

Aisah only laughs a little, “Udah deh, later let Mas's children just open, Nurul right his name?”

“Iya. Don't be long,” said Pak Yai.

“Iya Mas's. Yes it was. Assalamualaikum,” says Aisah.

“Waalaikumussalam,” replied Mr. Yai then turned off his phone.

Aisah exhaled a long breath and immediately collapsed onto the chair she was sitting on. Soon she smiled happily and then quickly turned sad. Cynthia was just shaking her head at the behavior of her Master.