Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 59 - The Class Guardians

Munding entered into a room that looked elegant and luxurious. A table and chairs that look comfortable are placed in the middle of the room with a position facing the door of the room. It was as if the seat of a judge waiting for the accused to enter his execution room.

Munding saw a beautiful and young-looking woman sitting in a chair in front of him. He held a piece of paper in his hand and the woman's forehead looked wrinkled. He seemed to be thinking hard about something written on the paper.

After a while Munding stood in the room, then the woman raised her face and looked at Munding. He smiled and put the paper he was holding onto the table.

“Munding?” ask the woman.

Munding nodded his head.

“Mother's Name, Santi Lofiani. You can call Mom, Miss Santi. Mother who will be your homeroom teacher until you graduate,” said Santi as he extended his hand towards Munding.

Munding sees Santi's hand at a glance and does not welcome him. Santi looked a bit strange but a moment later he laughed as he pulled his hand back.

“Im sorry Miss Santi? I forgot earlier that you have a tendency to,” Santi looks a bit hesitant for a while before continuing his sentence, “what's the term? Practicing the teachings of Islam in everyday life huh?” santi's words were interspersed with small laughs, but Munding could catch a hint of the mocking tone in her voice.

Munding tried to hold back the anger that had suddenly appeared in his chest. And he took a deep breath when he managed to do so after several breaths.

Santi was seen holding the paper that had been placed on his desk.

“Munding. An orphan. Dad died in 4th grade of Elementary School because of an accident. Mother and Sister died in 1st grade of High School due to a robbery attempt at her home. At the time of the incident Munding happened to not be at home so he became the only survivor of all his family members.”

“Munding inherits property from his father's family. Paddy fields with an area of more than 20 hectares worth almost 30 billion rupiah. Coupled with family savings worth above 10 billion rupiah in cash.”

“As a result of the robbery experienced by his family, Munding was traumatized and had to be treated psychologically. Treatment is done traditionally for several months before finally Munding can eliminate the trauma experienced.”

Santi smiled after reading the writing on the paper in front of him, “you lucky farm boy. At the age of you who have not even 17 years, your wealth is already more than 40 billion rupiahs. How many other kids are like you?”

Munding was a little shocked in his heart. Part of the story is true, but since when was she treated for a mental disorder? Hasn't he been in military prison for the past few months? And again, didn't he already split his rice field in two?

But the comments of his other homeroom teacher also made him a little aghast, the woman in front of him considers Munding's way of life as a lucky child? Just because he now has his father's fields and possessions?

Munding shook his head, the thoughts of the city people did not really enter his logic. If he could, he would exchange everything he now had as long as he could see his Father's smile again.

“One would not expect that a farm boy from a village like you has wealth comparable to the businessmen and politicians of the regional class,” said Santi with a faint smile, “ayo, who was a farmer, I'll take you to your class.”

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“Today you will get a new friend,” said Santi in front of the class, then he waved his hand towards Munding who was standing near the door of this 2-J classroom.

“Name Munding. He has no family anymore. He is from the village so it might look a little geeky,” said Bu Santi who was greeted by cheers and laughter of students in the class.

“He is the sole heir to his family fortune. His personal wealth reached 30 billion rupiah,” said Bu Santi.

Munding glanced at his homeroom with a strange look. He felt a slight intent to harm her from that homeroom teacher.

A moment later Munding realized the purpose of his homeroom class to introduce himself. Of the several tens of students and students who were in class with him and sat on their respective benches, Munding felt an intent with bad intentions leading to his establishment after Bu Santi told about his wealth.

Munding walked to the front of the class with a backpack on his back. His uniform he put in his pants. Things that make it look geeky and geeky in this class. Because Munding can see even though they still wear High School uniforms like students, but the uniform is worn as they please.

And Munding is not at all surprised that no teacher at all reprimands their behavior. This class is a VIP class. A special class of children with influential parents that even the teachers of this school fear.

And when Munding was already standing in front of the class, Miss Santi who looked somewhat astonished by Munding's behavior unconsciously shifted her body to give place to Munding.

Miss Santi also didn't know why she did that unconsciously. He had not given Munding the opportunity to introduce himself.

Munding put his backpack in front of his feet. He put one of his hands into his pants pocket and raised his face towards his would-be comrades.

Munding circulated his eyes around the room and the whole class fell silent.

Munding felt the intent directed towards him getting stronger and he could detect it clearly now. There are more than 5 people who intend to harm him. Even before he met them.

Munding smile.

Smiles that are more like a grin.

“My name is Munding.”

Munding's voice sounded slow. Silence still filled the classroom.

“I'm an orphan and I'm a kara.”

Munding's voice sounded louder and filled the entire classroom.

“But.”

Munding stopped and circulated his eyes once again to the rest of the classroom. This time he looked into the eyes of the people who were emitting intent towards him.

“If you mess with me, you will feel the consequences.”