Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter
Chapter 30 - Marbles
Tonight, Munding wears a black jumper with a skull from Saud. He held the hood jumper to his head and glanced towards Nurul who was holding his hand tightly.
Nurul cried and did not want to let go of her hand.
“Mas will baek-baek course Deck,” said Munding pacify Nurul, “Mas should do this. For the sake of Mr. Munding,” continued.
Nurul lowered his head avoiding Munding's eyes. Tears flooded his face. Reluctantly, Nurul released his hand grip from Munding's hand.
“Be careful Mas. Nurul nungguin Mas here,” whispered Nurul lirih.
Munding smiled and kissed Nurul on the forehead, then she looked towards Pak Yai who was standing behind Nurul and nodded her head. After that Munding turned his body and ran through the darkness of the night.
Nurul looked at Munding's back until his shadow disappeared, then he turned his body and said to Pak Yai, “why do you not want to advise Mas Munding? Why didn't you prevent Mas Munding? You know that Mas Munding will be horrified said Mr.” without waiting for Pak Yai's answer, Nurul ran while crying towards his room.
Bu Nyai grasped the hand clothes of Mr. Yai who stood beside him and said slowly, “our girls have been taken by the people Pak.”
“Bapak knows, but Munding a man, he has to do what he should do,” replied Mr. Yai.
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Munding ran past the rice field. He had already entered the territory of Sukorejo village. The bridge between their villages had passed some time ago.
His first destination was his father's paddy field. The rice field that once gave him the most beautiful moment when he was a child.
Before long, Munding stood in the paddy field belonging to his Father. The rice looks neatly planted and grows green. There has been no sign of rice grains starting to come out at the end. Munding walked slowly towards the gubug located in the middle of the rice field.
Arriving there, he crouched down and dug in one corner under the foot of the bamboo hut. Shortly afterwards, Munding found a plastic bag planted there. The plastic bag he planted four years ago.
The plastic bag contained marbles that changed his life.
Munding smiled when he saw the marbles.
All this time he thought that the marbles were the cause of all the disasters that befell the Father and himself. He always blamed the marbles without which he would not have started the barrage of events that caused his Father to lose his life.
But now, Munding fully aware that the marbles are proof of how great attention you have to him. Proof of how much you love Munding.
Munding stuffed the marbles into his pants pocket.
Munding recalled the incident almost a month ago, two days after he managed to do his first ‘awakening’ as a fighting wolf.
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“In the beginning, the human being lived in small groups and without rules. They use the law of the jungle. Who is the strongest, he is the one who will be the leader of the herd,” said Pak Yai.
“But as a consequence, it is the leader of the herd that will eliminate the threats that plague the group. He acts as leader, guard, protector and judge for his flock.”
“In those days, man was not the dominant creature on earth. There are many dangers that threaten their safety. So the leader of the herd is what actually becomes a collision for his group.”
“The one sacrificed to advance against his enemies. While the weak humans in his group could only huddle and see from a distance as his guards fought.”
“When his guards were killed while trying to protect his flock, they would appoint the next strongest fighter to be the next victim."
"Without guilt, they put the responsibility of their own survival on the shoulders of others. Without even taking it upon yourself.”
“When man begins to rule the surface of the Earth. As their numbers multiply and the threat of danger diminishes. The weak humans who clustered behind earlier felt that the authority the fighter had would harm them.”
“They began clamoring to make rules that all members of the herd must abide by, for the sake of the safety and well-being of all members of the herd."
"They forgot, without the fighter eliminating the threat of danger to them, their herd would never exist.”
“That's where the norm was born. Born law. The imaginary rules are made by weak humans who cannot protect themselves with both hands. Rules that shackle man's natural instinct to survive using his gifts.”
“We, the fighting wolves, are just humans with self-awareness in charge of ourselves. Without relying on the imaginary rules created by weak humans who shackle us,” said Mr. Yai concluded his story.
Negotiating, 15-year-old young man, like getting an electric shock when he heard the words of Pak Yai who was full of the smells of the philosopher, “means Mr Yai, we are free to commit unlawful acts?”
Bouttttt. Ctakk. “Aduuuuuuuhhh.”
“You are running from the end of the pole one to the other pole,” replied Mr. Yai.
“We still have to obey the law and also religious orders. If by becoming a wolf fighter we are regardless of the rules of religion, why do each religion educate their respective herds?”
“But, Mr. Yai said earlier, norms and laws are just our shackles,” replied Munding grimacing.
“Yes, it's true. Mr. Yai means, we as fighting wolves, define wrong and right according to our instincts, according to what we believe. Not using their imaginary rules. Have you ever met a norm that is contrary to each other?”
“For example Le, in our religion, the greatest sin is to associate the Gusti of God, but in the eyes of the public, they are mediocre to see and even ask for lottery numbers to the sacred trees. But instead they rampage heavily when there is a chicken thief who is stuck. It's a contradiction between religious norms and social norms.”
“Because the way we view and think about something is already influenced by norms and rules that unconsciously shackle us. That governs us to judge something is true or not. By using the norm we are most sure of the truth.”
“We are just trying to detach our perspective from its influence and rely more on our instincts and something we believe in.” said Mr. Yai.
“So according to Mr Yai, if Munding decided to finish off Mr Munding's killer's life is the right action according to Munding's instincts, Mr Yai will let Munding do that?” ask Munding.
“Do not ask Father. Ask yourself,” said Pak Yai while using the tip of his bread to point at Munding's chest.
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Munding took a deep breath after he put the marbles into his pocket. He closed his eyes and set his eyes on his home.
His former home.
There was a speck of longing in him. Because after all, he had good memories there.
Munding took a breath and tried to suppress his longing. He attempted to refocus on his original goal of returning home to Sukorejo.
To find clues about his father's killer.
And to do that, only one name appeared in Munding's head.
Jumal.
Munding ran back into the darkness of the night.
Sukorejo residents are still partly engrossed in coffee shops while joking with their friends. Some others are busy enjoying their partner's body under the blanket and the cold mountain breeze. Others are teaching their children to do their PR.
But no one was aware that tonight their village received the arrival of the source of the disaster.
A source of disaster called Munding.
