Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 32 - The Passage

Asma looks around, five guys who surround him, Joko who is in front of him, Candra and Puji who are engrossed with their own and the field in the corner of the village. Asma knew that tonight her fate was clearly drawn.

His friendship will be taken away by Joko, the leader of the mob, and perhaps after he is satisfied, he will give Asma to his claws to enjoy his body. Then she will be like Puji and perhaps the other girls in her village, the lustful gratifiers of these depraved youths, until the time she does not know when it will end.

Imagining his body will be enjoyed by the many men who now surround him with lustful grin and the future he will live. Asthma makes up her mind and makes decisions in her heart.

When this night is over, Asthma will end her own life.

There is only one regret that is now on the head of Asthma, the face of a boy who smiled sadly and walked alone on a rice field. And how every time Asma saw him, he wanted to run and say to him.

“Do not grieve, everything will definitely change for the better, Munding.”

Asthma smiled bitterly, up until this moment, never once did she have the courage to say that. The words he always said in his heart every time he saw the boy, the man who always filled his head and would never see him again after tonight.

Asthma lowered her head and removed both hands from her chest. Tears flowed and washed his face. He sat on the grass of the field and resigned to the fate that would befall him.

Joko smiled to see Asma sitting on the ground, “so have given up now? It is no longer exciting if that, now only the main menu tonight that we can enjoy. Your screams as my dick rips through your membranes,” said Joko accompanied by the laughter of his friends.

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Munding ran towards the origin of the female's screaming voice. Shortly after he reached one of the corners of this field, he saw four motorcycles parked not far from there. Munding also saw 7 men and 2 women.

In the darkness of the night, Munding could not see clearly their faces, quickly deciding to get closer to the horde.

Within seconds, Munding had stood no more than 15 meters away from them. When running here earlier, Munding deliberately ran through the garden beside the field. Only a fool would run in the middle of the field alone.

Is it not the same as telling them of his coming?

Munding stood on the sidelines of the trees. With the darkness of the night and perhaps aided by the black hue of the Munding jumpers, the horde was unaware of Munding's arrival at all. Munding decided to pay attention to what they were doing before he took any action.

From such a close distance, Munding could clearly see and recognize the faces of these hordes. A face that feels foreign but at the same time familiar to him.

After four years of not seeing them, now they have clearly changed, from what was once a small boy, now to a teenage adult.

But their behavior remains the same.

Then Munding looked towards them and identified them one by one.

Joko Sentono, Rangga Permana, Suprayogi, Bambang Kristianto, Abdul Hamid, Ediandres, Candra Kurniawan. Seven names are very familiar in the ears of Munding, not as a friend, but as a target when Munding little used to swing his punch to the trunk of the mango tree.

The pain in his fist made Munding reluctant to hit the mango stem with all his might. But by imagining the seven faces of his childhood enemy Munding clenched his jaws and unhesitatingly swung his punch, many times. Until the blood flowed between his clenched fingers.

Now when Munding saw them back, a hint of gratitude appeared on his chest. Without you, I wouldn't be able to do this Munding whispered in his heart.

But.

Asma is Jumali's son. Jumali conspired with Sutinah to harm her Father. Should I help her? After what did his father do to my father? The question kept repeating itself in Munding's head.

Munding. Munding. Should I help Asthma? ask Munding in his heart, for the umpteenth time.

But, when Munding saw Asthma's cry and her sacrificial expression as Asma fell to the ground, Munding made up his mind. Maybe Jumali did evil to my Father, but his son did not need to take responsibility for it, Munding said in his heart.

Munding then walked closer to the horde.

“I think I can still enjoy this show longer, but if the girl has given up resigned, this spectacle is not exciting anymore, he said,” Munding's voice that suddenly sounded made the laughter of Joko's horde stop.

As surprised by the lightning that suddenly struck, Joko and her friends turned their heads towards the direction the sound was coming from.

Candra and Puji also stopped their perverted action. Asthma who lowered her head and prepared to accept the misfortune she was about to experience also raised her face after hearing that familiar-sounding voice.

The seven of them turned in unison toward a man who was walking from the sidelines of a tree in the garden beside the field. The man wore a black jumper and covered his veil over his head, making his face invisible under the moonlight.

Both of his hands went into the side pocket that was on his black jumper. He walked confidently towards Joko and his comrades.

“You who? Don't interfere in my business. I'm Joko Sentono. You know who I am, right?” joko snaps at the man.

“I know who you are Joko, I even know all of you,” the man said as he pulled his head veil back with his right hand.

The distinctive face of the village boy is seen there. The face that although it has changed a lot but still holds the same strokes as the face that they knew many years ago. Faces that were the target of their bully.

Child's Face*****, Munding.

“Munding.” Asma covered her mouth when she saw Munding in front of her after four years without any news, the exact same face she had imagined every night before her sleep.

Joko looks surprised to see Munding who suddenly appears before them. But a few seconds later he laughed loudly, out loud.

“Hahahahahahahahahaha.”

“I'm so happy. Munding, I thought you would stay hidden in Source Rejo until you enter the grave, but now it is you who came alone,” said Joko with a happy face.

“You've heard the Javanese saying ‘ulo marani gebuk’?” connect Joko again, “ya, that's who you are, someone who is looking to die.”

Munding just smiled at Joko's words.