Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 48 - End Part 2

Munding sat cross-legged on the front porch of the house accompanying his father-in-law. Since Munding succeeded in initiating, Munding was actually allowed to drink drinks other than water, but Munding was already accustomed to it. So in front of Munding only a glass of warm water and only fried tempeh is available.

“You're serious about this?” ask Mr. Yai to Munding.

“Serious Sir. Nurul's wife Munding and Munding feel indebted for the death of Jumali. So Munding felt that this was the right thing to do,” replied Munding.

“For the Jumali family, you can understand, but for Nurul, you are her husband. What difference does it make if this rice field is in your name? No need to change the name to Nurul to?” ask Mr. Yai.

Yep. Munding did ask Mr. Yai to take care of solving at once behind the name of his father's rice field in two. Half for his wife and half for Asthma. But Munding has absolutely no intention to Asthma. He did that solely because he felt indebted to the Jumali family.

Wage's friend who gave his life for the trust placed in him.

“Bapak, Munding has told you all the events that Munding experienced that night in Sukorejo. Munding felt that they would someday come and hold Munding,” said Munding quietly.

“No one will dare to take you as long as you are still here,” said Mr. Yai, words that sound arrogant but actually come from the confidence he has.

Munding. He knew how strong Father-in-law and his silat teacher were. Back when he did not know anything, when he was still learning silat early, Munding felt that Pak Yai was just an ordinary najai teacher who might have practiced silat in his cottage.

But now, when Munding was fully an initiated fighting wolf, a fighter who had even felt a duel of life and death, was, Munding still felt that he would not be able to defeat this old man in front of him. Even if Munding went into combat mode, his instincts said that Pak Yai could finish him off with little effort.

“Yes is fine, I appreciate your wishes. For that Sukorejo girl, I will help you take care of her soon. He is now orphaned because Jumali is gone. If left for a long time without a provider. Later many people take advantage of the family's economic conditions,” said Mr. Yai.

“For Nurul, you are indeed her husband, but if indeed one day you leave, I will take care of her. To have Nurul, just let it use your name. Mr. who will save it,” said Mr. Yai.

“Iya Pak Yai.” Munding replied.

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About 2 months after the case in Sukorejo. Nightfall.

A group of troops wearing black tactical armor. Each member uses a communication device mounted in their ear. They also use black baff that covers their face to the extent of the nose. They are in a combat vehicle or commonly abbreviated ranpur domestically made.

Two PINDAD-made combat vehicles bearing the name Komodo were seen stopping at the edge of the Sumber Rejo village highway.

A little far from Mr. Yai's house.

From each Komodo down ten personnel with the same appearance and long barrel weapons slung on their shoulders.

They are not Densus 88, they are an elite team from Sat 81 Gultor. The entangled part of the Army's special forces command is indeed trained and intended to counter heavy terrorist attacks.

When the twenty members of the elite squad descended from ranpur, they immediately formed a circle and surrounded one of the standing personnel and gave a signal with his right hand. This person was the leader for the operation this time and he was in charge of giving a brief briefing before the operation was carried out.

“The target this time is an initiated fighting wolf. He was about 15-16 years old. The initiation process was successful 2 months ago. We got an assignment to keep him alive. I repeat in LIFE condition,” said the Commander who led the briefing earlier.

“Interruption Sir,” said one of the personnel while raising his hand.

“Yes. Please,” said the commander.

“To handle one wolf initiating fighter, one team of us should be enough. But the command center dropped two teams. Please make it clear if there is a potential threat of other hazards. Thank you,” said the personnel earlier.

“Good. Okay, I'm gonna get into that trouble. Our target is a 15-year-old fighting wolf. You can imagine that. It's a crazy thing and almost impossible to do. And to train such fighters, it would certainly require a crazy mentor as well. And that mentor is now with our target,” explained the Commander.

All members of the personnel fell silent and listened carefully. They know that maybe tonight is their last night, but they will not allow themselves to die just because they lack concentration during a briefing and miss important details of their mission.

“Mentor from our target is named Ahmad Hanbali. Former commander of the Zulfiqar regime of the Jihad Fi Sabilillah affiliate that we know as the Prisoner of JFS. You must know the severity of the Ambon riots dozens of years ago,” explained the Commander.

All the members of the personnel who were there took a deep breath.

They know that name. Wolf fighter from the famous JFS herd called ‘Izrail’. At that time, it took at least 3 initiated fighting wolves to be able to restrain the movement of Izrail alone, and that was only to restrain the movement of Izrail alone, and that was only to restrain the movement of Izrail, that means to catch or finish Izrail somehow how many fighting wolves will be needed. With additional notes, Izrail is not helped by his herd members and he is trapped alone.

But when Izrail fights alongside his herd, the only action suggested by the military command center is ‘run for your life’. How terrible the lunge of Mr. Yai in the eyes of the military at that time. That was what made all the personnel of this elite force take a deep breath. If the fight really happened tonight, they didn't know if either of them would be able to return home to their families the next morning.

“All clear?” ask the Commander.

“Clearly Sir!” answer all personnel.

“Move!!” command of the Commander.

Following the cues of their operation commander, the twenty men spread out and formed a circle that surrounded the house of Pak Yai and the mushola from around him. When the perimeter of all corners is closed. The Commander gave a warning to shrink the radius of their siege and walked slowly towards Pak Yai's house while maintaining their perimeter.

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Munding who was asleep in Nurul's arms, suddenly felt a sense of danger coming from around him. Not just in one direction, but in all directions. And he knew that the time for farewell had come.

Munding glanced briefly at Nurul who was still fast asleep beside him and was smiling happily in his dream. The sweetest smile Munding has ever seen.

Munding kissed Nurul's forehead slowly and whispered softly, “Mas go first, Nurul take good care of yourself yes.”

Munding then wears clothes that make him most comfortable. Black pants and t-shirts are often worn for silat training. He had brought absolutely nothing, be it documents, money or any mail.

Munding then walked over and opened the door of Nurul's room slowly. Nurul, who had fallen asleep, suddenly woke up when he heard the sound of the door opening. Nurul saw Munding walk out of the room and the look of confusion was clearly visible there.

“Mas?” nurul asked while standing up from his sleep.

When Munding arrived at the terrace of the house, he saw that Mr. Yai was already standing in front of the house with his rotat baton and was facing off against someone dressed in black tactical and wearing a face covering similar to that of a member of Densus 88 who often appeared on the tivi.

But Munding knew it wasn't them. He circulated his gaze around Pak Yai's house and knew that every member of the elite force that was in front of him was a wolf fighter in the awakening stage.

Except for the Commander who is now dealing with Mr. Yai. He's been initiated.

When Munding walked out the door, all eyes glanced at Munding. Including the Commander and all his men who surrounded them both. They pointed the long barrel end of their hunting rifle towards Munding who had just come out. Although they actually knew, for the initiated fighting wolves, bullets were no longer a problem.

“Izrail, we beg your understanding. We were ordered to take your students well by the command center. We promise to keep her safe,” said the Commander, “after all, you are now married. Remember also your son and wife,” continued the Commander.

“What do you mean by those words? You threatened me with using my wife's child?” said Pak Yai with a tone that started to rise.

“Not. No,” replied the Commander while cursing inwardly. Cold sweat came out from his back.

“Your protege, Munding, has been inisizing without permission and causing anxiety to the general public. We were ordered to detain him, not to execute him,” explained the Commander.

“How long?” ask Pak Yai after a short silence.

“Tak more than 3 years. We used military regulations for him. Not civilian,” explained the Commander while breathing a sigh of relief.

Pak Yai glanced at Munding. Munding nodded his head in response.

“But you guys should know. Munding is not my protege. She's my son-in-law. Husband of my son. If you make my son a widow. I risked my life to slaughter you as much as possible, accompany Munding to the grave,” threatened Pak Yai.

The Commander and some of his members felt their hair standing on end when they heard the threat from Izrail. They know that the threat is no joke. Among fellow fighting wolves, they could discern lies easily. And this time Izrail did not issue an empty threat, he was really serious about his words just now.

Munding moved closer to the commander. The commander gave a warning to his men. They then approached and surrounded Munding while attaching handcuffs of feet and hands to Munding.

Nurul who was actually already on the terrace and watched everything, crying and running wanted to catch up with Munding. But his father caught his body and gave his son to his wife who had been at the side of Mr. Yai.

Nurul was crying in Bu Nyai's arms.

Munding was then led by dozens of members of the Satgultor personnel, after a few steps, Munding turned his body and shouted to Nurul with a smile.

“Wait for me to go home!”

Nurul wiped his tears and nodded his head towards Munding while whispering softly, “Nurul wait for Mas Munding. Till anytime.”