Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 47 - End Part 1

That morning, Munding and Nurul carried out their qabul ijab at Pak Yai's home mosque. The event was simple and only attended by a few close relatives of their families and neighbors. Of course, Munding now no longer have to sleep in the mosque that has been his residence for several years.

In the afternoon, Munding assisted with Nurul began to move Munding goods into Pak Yai's house, into Nurul's room of course.

Although this is a happy day Munding, actually for a few days ago since Munding was still being treated at RSUD Sukolilo, Munding instinct always whispered to him that his happy days with the family of Pak Yai will be over soon, not anytime soon, but it'll be over.

That was actually the reason Munding refused Pak Yai's order to marry Nurul. Munding knew that something bad was going to happen to him and separated Munding with Nurul and also with everything in Sumber Rejo.

But the feeling felt so weak and as if it were just gentle whispers in Munding's chest.

“Mas, why moody?” nurul asked Munding who was pensive on the outskirts of the rice field Pak Yai.

That afternoon, the two of them were sitting on a rice field that was located behind the mushola. Nurul leaned his body towards Munding and they both looked towards the green expanse of rice fields in front of them.

Just like his father's rice fields in Sukorejo, Pak Yai rice fields have also not shown signs of rice grains starting to come out at the end. But the green color of the moving rice leaves swayed in the afternoon breeze, making Munding feel comfortable and the burden on his heart slightly reduced.

“Mas..” call Nurul.

“No pa-pa Deck,” replied Munding.

“Mas nyesel yes we marry?” ask Nurul.

“Ngak,” Reply Munding quickly.

“If not, why are you so rich? just this morning we ijab,” reply Nurul.

“Mas happy, only Mas afraid that this will not be long,” said Munding slowly.

“Means?” ask Nurul confused.

“No pa-pa. If one day Munding is not here anymore, Nurul about how?” ask Munding.

“Mas how to say that anyway?” nurul protest.

Munding sighed and finally told him everything he had experienced that night in Sukorejo honestly. After all, they were both legally married in the eyes of religion. Munding doesn't want any secrets between them.

Nurul looked shocked and covered her mouth with her hands. He had suspected that Munding had intended to avenge his Father's death that night, but Nurul did not think that Munding would experience and do everything he had done.

“When on the bridge, the two soldiers did say that the military would handle the case. So I won't be checked with the police. But Mas does not know what the military will take action,” said Munding ended his story.

Nurul was silent to Munding's story. How no? They had just gotten married this morning, but Munding had already told her that one day there was a chance that she would be detained and taken away by the authorities, whoever it was, the police or the military.

Nurul also shed tears then he hugged Munding, “Nurul tetep will wait for Mas Munding to return home. Till anytime.”

Munding's eyes glared back towards the expanse of rice fields in front of him.

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“Mas, we are already halal, you know,” whispered Nurul to the ears of Munding who was tidying his clothes in the closet.

“Huh?” Munding was a bit surprised by Nurul's sudden action.

Nurul hugged Munding from behind and tried to release Munding's hand which was holding a shirt that had just been ironed by Nurul and was being arranged Munding into his closet.

Munding glanced briefly at the door of Nurul's room that opened and saw Pak Yai, wrong, now should call the Father, sitting on the front porch of the house while enjoying warm and fried tea as usual.

“There are Mr tu Dek,” protest Munding.

“Yes, let's just close the door of his room,” replied Nurul.

“Tetep lah Dek,” replied Munding.

“Makanya later can not be noisy,” whispered Nurul who still hugged Munding.

And Munding finally gave up defeated by Nurul's persuasion. After this afternoon Munding told him everything he had experienced in Sukorejo, Nurul did not seem to want to miss any opportunity to make out with Munding.

Munding put down his clothes and walked to the door of the room. He closed the door slowly and locked it from the inside. When Munding turned her back, she had already seen Nurul lying on the bed and covered with a blanket.

Nurul's clothes and headscarf were already lying on the floor and Munding knew what was hidden under the covers. Munding got closer to the mattress and went into the blanket with Nurul. And you know what they do in there.

This is the second time Munding and Nurul did it after the incident Mr. was hospitalized at that time. Munding slept on his back and Nurul treated him cordially.

When they had united, Munding whispered towards Nurul, “still sick?” which Nurul answered with a headband and a happy smile. Soon the two teenagers hugged each other after they were both exhausted.

“Nurul, you don't tadarus tonight?” suddenly, the sound of shouting from the living room shocked the two of them.

Munding and Nurul heard the sound. Nurul with a trembling voice answered his Father's questions, “Nurul is still nyetrikain Mas Munding's clothes Pak.”

No answer was heard from outside their room. Nurul looked briefly at Munding and spontaneously they both chuckled.

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One month later.

This is the best time for negotiation. He returned to his usual activities that he had always lived. Waking up early before dawn, filling up the bathtub in the mosque, the dawn prayer and the daily routine that he has been accruing for years.

Munding also began returning to do silat and physical exercises that he had left since he was hospitalized. Munding also still studied with Nurul after Maghrib and alternated for tadarus with Nurul after Isya.

What distinguishes him from all the routines he did before there are two things: You never bet rattan again to Munding and Munding no longer need to sleep on a prayer mat Mushola, Mushola said, because she is now Nurul's husband.