Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 5 - Living in Pak Yai's House

Munding stayed at Pak Yai's house, meaning in the mosque next to Mr. Yai's house, for two days after he was helped by Mr. Yai that night. During that time, bruises and sprains on Munding's body began to gradually heal.

During these two days, Munding was always accompanied by Nurul. The daughter of Pak Yai who taught him njai.

“Try hapalin first letter hijaiyah, Mas!” nurul to Munding.

“Susah Deck. A lot of actually, the shape is almost similar. Only different at the point,” protest Munding.

“Ihhhh. Munding as well. Udah class 6 SD masay’ anyway letters hijaiyah aja not hapal. Not to mention later tajwidnya, not long short.” sumpul Nurul.

“Mas never taught kayak gini dek.” reply Munding slowly.

And these two days Munding again felt the joy of his childhood.

Pak Yai, Bu Nyai and Nurul.

They were so happy living their lives, one hundred and eighty degrees with the condition of the Munding family, after Wage died.

Every night, while Munding was at his house, all he heard was the sighs and moans of Sutinah with the men. It usually ends with a long scream.

Sri Rahayu, Munding's sister who is two years older than Munding, always curled up on her mattress and covered her entire body with a blanket every night. It was as if he did not want to let the voices from his mother's room enter his ears.

At Pak Yai's house, every night, Munding heard the Quran from Nurul's mouth. A little girl who is one year old under Munding but much smarter than Munding.

The melodious voice that made him always sleep in a smile and in spite of the nightmares he had during these two years.

Yep.

It has been two days that Munding did not dream of the incident again, except the first night when Munding stayed here, since Munding listened to Nurul's voice before going to bed.

But. At Pak Yai's house, Munding also received torture.

Nurul taught Munding to teach. When Munding could not or was wrong, Nurul would grumble with his lips. It was Nurul who made the little girl even more sweet and funny.

Pak Yai who taught Munding ordinances of ablution and prayer. And when Munding was wrong, it wasn't the lip smacking he got from Mr. Yai, but a cane slash to an unharmed part of his body.

“Water wet new hair to ear. Not rich like that,” said Pak Yai while swinging the rattan in his hand to the thigh of Munding.

“Aduuuuhhhhh,” moans Munding while repeating the wrong movement.

Nurul who saw them while sitting on the terrace of the mosque just laughed a little at Munding was picked rattan by his father.

And it repeated many times.

Although Munding believes that Mr. Yai certainly did not snatch his bread as hard as he could, but it still hurts as well.

In the heart of Munding began to arise a sense of trauma to the rattan Pak Yai little by little. Every time he made a mistake, Munding would reflectly glance at Pak Yai's rattan. Waiting for when it will land on his body.

After two days of living here. Munding's bruises have started to improve and disappear. Mr. Yai told Munding to go to school.

“Your hair is gone, isn't it Le?” ask Mr. Yai to Munding.

They both sat after Isya prayer on the front porch of Pak Yai's house.

“Already Use Yai,” replied Munding.

“Iya Pak Yai,” Munding replied.

“Udah class 6, dear later same degree SDmu.”

The two of them fell silent while enjoying the fried tempeh and the warm tea served by Bu Nyai. Munding only lowered his head while spending the tempe in his hand.

“Nggg Munding looked willing to talk but was a bit hesitant.

Mr. Yai cringed his forehead looking at Munding, “What do you want to say?”

“Nganu Pak Yai,” replied Munding quietly.

Pak Yai grabbed a rattan that for some reason since two days ago was always beside him. He snatched the rattan to the arm of Munding who was sitting in front of him.

“Aduuuuhhhhhhh,” shouted Munding.

“If you want to talk, by the way, do not ngona nganu, ngona nganu, men kok plintat plintut that,” said Pak Yai.

Munding took a deep breath and rounded his resolve.

“If obtained, Munding would continue to nginep here Mr. Yai, Munding means, nginep in the mosque there Mr. Yai,” said Munding slowly.

Mr. Yai seemed to think for a moment.

“You are an orphan, but your mother is still there. You also have a brother, right?” ask Mr. Yai.

And Munding finally decided to tell him the truth about his family. But Munding did not tell me at all about the cause of his father's death.

Pak Yai let out a long sigh after he heard Munding's story. Young children in 6th grade SD have experienced the reality of life as bitter as Munding.

“Munding, whatever the story, she is your mother, who gave birth to you, if you want to stay here you must ask permission to your mother,” said Mr. Yai.

Munding just lowered his head.

“This malem. You sleep there! Tomorrow go to school. If your mother is ngijinin you live here. Tomorrow go home from school bring all your clothes with your books,” continued Mr. Yai.

Munding smiled at Mr. Yai's words, which meant that Mr. Yai did not mind if he stayed here.

“Don't smile first! If you live here, it means you are the dependant of the Father, you must be responsible for your food and your school fees, so you can not just stay here but do not mind, he said,” says Mr. Yai.

“Yang first, you have to follow what the Father says, whatever it is. If you contradict the words of the Father, then you must lift your feet from here. Know Le?” ask Mr. Yai.

“Ngerti Pak Yai,” replied Munding while nodding his head.

“The second, the mushola is your responsibility. Starting to fill the water, clean, sweat, wash the carpet anyway all the tasks that I have done to the mosque, you have to do. Know Le?” ask Mr. Yai again.

“Iya Pak Yai,” Munding replied.

“Bapak hasn't thought about the next one, already there sleeping!” said Mr. Yai.

Munding nodded as he half ran towards the mushola. The place he used to sleep for the past two days. And maybe he will use it again for the days to come.