Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 260 - Unchanged

“Umi, there was Ante..” shouted a small boy that morning.

Shortly afterwards, the sound of laughter was heard from the tiny lips of the little one who was already in the sling of a veiled woman who entered the house of Munding after saying hello.

“Tante bring souvenirs for Alit, want?” amel asked while lowering Alit from his sling.

Amel sat crouched down in front of Alit and pinched softly on the little boy's cheek while hiding something with his left hand behind his body.

“Mauuu...” replied Alit as he pointed his hands towards Amel.

“Ni,” said Amel while giving a parcel in his hand and slowly peeking at the little guy's forehead.

“What if you give something?” nurul from the kitchen.

“Still Ante...” said Alit while looking fixedly at the parcel in his hand.

Amel smiled and shoved his right cheek, “if it is, kiss first,” said Amel as he patted his cheek.

Alit kissed Amel's right cheek and disappeared.

Amel then walked into the kitchen and looked towards the figure who deftly prepared the dishes even though he was sitting on his wheelchair. Amel sighed and walked closer to Nurul and hugged her.

Some of the furniture in the Munding house has been adjusted to help Nurul's activities with the shortcomings that he has. After all, Nurul also did not want to hire a domestic assistant at his home, he felt uncomfortable with the presence of strangers who were near his family.

Especially since all the events that he experienced at that time. The incident that made Nurul realize, that the world that was wrestled by her husband and father was a very dangerous world.

Nurul smiled a little. He hugged and then pressed his right and left cheeks.

“Where does Mbak work?” ask Nurul.

“Yes that's it,” replied Amel short.

“Om same Aunt healthy right?” nurul continued again.

“Alhamdulillah, Alit getting smarter huh? Ish, the more handsome too,” praise Amel while reaching for the knife in Nurul's hand after putting the bag somewhere.

“Yes is a handsome, who used to dong his Father,” replied Nurul who made Amel's face immediately met red.

“Udah ah becanya, here Mbak helpin cook,” sumpul Amel.

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Sraaakkkkkk.

A moving hoe swung down and hit the ground in front of Munding. Munding then lifted the hoe and the soil on the blade of the hoe up and put the soil attached earlier to the rice field next to him.

Sraaakkkkk.

Munding repeated the same movement several times before holding the hoe with his right hand and placing it on his shoulder.

Munding straightened his body and raised his head while breathing as much fresh air as possible. He closed his eyes for a few minutes, then Munding again swung the hoe to continue his work.

In the past, when the incident with the village thugs in the dimly-lit stalls of Aditya, Munding had felt for himself how his condition and coordination weakened due to lack of exercise. Munding doesn't want that to happen again.

Munding then found his own unique way of training.

That is the reason why Munding did not put his hoe on the ground while resting earlier. With the burden it has, the hoe will sink into the mud of the rice field that is rather deep and difficult to take. Munding had to carry the hoe every time he rested.

Munding did not ask what kind of metal Arya used to make this thing. Munding also did not ask how much the price but the weight is quite good and can make the body muscles burdened maximum just by doing simple activities such as hoeing the rice field.

After seeing the results of his work from morning until noon today, Munding smiled with satisfaction and walked towards his hut. Usually in these hours, Nurul will bring him lunch and they will enjoy it here before finally together to go home.

Munding actually pity to see Nurul who tried to keep doing everything himself. With her limitations, she still had to cook and take care of Alit for him. Munding tried to help as much as he could, he also offered Nurul to find a housekeeper to help him. But Nurul always rejected all that, and their discussion inevitably led to one name, Amel.

“Assalamualaikum,” a soft voice sounded in Munding's ears.

“Eh?” Munding was shocked, the name that had just crossed his head suddenly now his figure appeared in front of Munding.

“Not answer greetings, instead ‘Eh?’ not very polite,” murmur Amel.

Munding smiled wryly and answered the greetings of Amel, “Waalaikumussalam,” after that he looked for the figure of his wife, but how could not look?

“Nurul where?” ask Munding.

“Before soon followed, earlier he asked for help I brought lunch first for Mas,” replied Amel while walking to the hut and opened the bushel he brought.

Then they both move in silence. Amel served Munding deftly, taking his food, drink and side dishes. After that, he only saw Munding lunch without intending to join the meal.

Munding was obviously uncomfortable when he realized that Amel saw him like that.

Munding and Amel are both 26 years old today. They are no longer children or teenagers who are still busy with the business of seeking identity. They have gone through that stage.

They both knew what was in each other's chests without having to say anything. Amel who will always have a taste for Munding since high school, and Munding who will always unite his family compared to anything.

Two human children, one man and one woman, enjoyed a clear day in a hut on the edge of a rice field. Accompanied by a breeze of fresh rural wind and the chirping of birds in the distance.

The woman could not take her eyes off the man, while the man dared not raise his head and pretended to enjoy the dish in front of him as if nothing had happened.

“Enak Mas?” amel asked breaking the silence between the two of them.

“Enak, who's cooking?” ask Munding.

“Mmm. I am the one who cooks,” Amel said with a proud smile.

Munding lifted his head and looked towards Amel with a look of disbelief and as if doubting Amel.

Amel's face reddened and he glared at Munding, “Anything about his side? Can't believe? Emang Amel who cook coke, together with Dek Nurul,” sumpang Amel.

“Hahahahahahahaha,” Munding laughs at Amel's reaction.

“You never changed, Mel. Still cake first,” continued Munding while again lowering his head.

“But seriously you Mas, I can cook now,” protest Amel with a voice that is not as loud as before.

“Iya-iya, I believe,” replied Munding with a smile and continued his lunch.

“Huft,” snorts Amel annoyed.