Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 77 - Chocolate Milk

A week after Munding entered Harapan Bangsa High School or 5 days after the duel between Bram and Munding.

Munding still goes through his routine as usual. Wake up at dawn in the morning, followed by routine silat exercises in the morning. But there is something a little different, since 4 days ago, exactly the day after Munding duel with Bram, there is a new additional menu for Munding morning exercise.

Munding put a rope between two mango trees in the back garden close to his pavilion as high as his own neck, then he would move the zig zag sideways from left to right with his body perpendicular to the rope. Munding will also maintain the posture of his horses and move forward according to his sideways movements.

When he passed the rope, Munding would bend his body and head as quickly as possible and as close to the rope as possible, then after he passed the rope, he would straighten his body again in a standby position.

It was this method that Munding had thought of to increase his ability to dodge a blow attack, especially towards his head. Although initially Munding was a bit difficult, but over time, he began to enjoy the rhythm. Munding's upper body also feels more flexible and easily moved.

After he reached the tree in front of him and became the place to tie the end of the rope, Munding took a deep breath and rested for a while. Munding knew that his body needed several days or weeks to get used to this evasive movement he was training.

But, Munding felt, no matter how heavy this exercise, still worth doing. During this time, Mr. Yai taught his body to be ready to take blows, of course by beating Munding's body with bamboo stems every day. That exercise was like a nightmare for little Munding first.

With that method, there are still 3 areas untouched by Pak Yai's torment. Head, neck and ********. Pak Yai had never hit all three points that Munding considered weak points.

Therefore, Munding hopes that with this evasive exercise. At least he can save two areas of the three areas, namely the head and neck. As much as possible Munding wants to reduce the chances of his head being hit by enemy attacks by evading.

As for the last point of weakness, until now Munding has not found a way to make the object withstand a blow, maybe if just holding the clasp is still possible.

Munding twisted his body and again meandered away from the rope and walked slowly towards the other tree.

Munding fan girls are also increasing. From what was originally just a few people, now almost all ART gather on the back porch to see Munding silat exercises in the morning.

Occasionally they would chuckle while pointing at Munding.

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Amel suddenly woke up from his sleep. Cold sweat running down his body. He had just had a nightmare, met a pocong on his way home from school and walked near the cemetery.

The real dream is not at all logical, Amel always go home naek car. But we let it go, the name is also a dream. Free dong.

With breath still panting and a slightly pale face, Amel got off his bed and headed to the kitchen. He glanced at the wall clock in his room.

06.00 WIB. Morning, I complained Amel in my heart.

Arriving in the kitchen, Amel did not find any ART in there. Amel was a little confused. Intentionally, he wanted to make chocolate milk, usually if again panic or nightmares, Amel always drank a warm glass of chocolate milk to calm down.

“Kok no people anyway?” amel's mumble.

Amel who had just had a bad dream and found no one in the kitchen began to feel that his emotions were a little naek. Just a little more, Mr. Princess mode will be on fire.

“Mbak!!” call Amel in a loud voice.

A few moments of waiting and no authorization, Amel more furious, “MBAKK!!!!” amel shouted in the kitchen.

And just like before, there is no reason to come, “where the hell, wonder, more than 10 people but there is no look in the kitchen,” muttered Amel while heading to the back porch.

Amel curiously looked at them all and Amel's gaze was fixed on a young man who was curling away from a rope by lowering his head and body.

Negotiating.

Sweat was seen wetting his entire body, so even though he was wearing a black shirt and pants, but Amel could clearly see Munding's printed body shape due to the t-shirt attached to Munding's body.

Amel felt something else when he saw Munding's figure like this. That boy looks a little different. There was no hatred or demeaning like the first time Amel met Munding.

But, Amel suddenly remembered why he was on this back porch.

“You did the hell!!” snapped Amel suddenly startled all the ART that was engrossed in their respective daydreams while looking at the Munding exercises.

“Mbak Amel, sorry Ma'am, sorry Mbak,” said some of them before they finally escaped leaving the back porch.

“Eh, how on the run all? Who makes Amel chocolate milk?” amel yelled, unscathed by the runaway domestic worker, leaving Amel on the back porch.

Now live Amel alone on the back porch then he glanced towards Munding who was busy practicing silat in the orchard, “morning bener, what time did he wake up?” amel's mumble.

Somehow, suddenly Amel thought to bring a warm drink to Munding. Amel immediately ran towards the kitchen. When she reached the kitchen, the girls who had fled from Amel immediately pale in fear.

The Princess was still chasing them all the way to the kitchen, so it was possible to fill their hearts.

But, instead of being angry, Amel actually smiled happily when he found someone in the kitchen, “bikinin Amel two glasses of milk warm chocolate, spout,” said Amel.

Shortly afterwards, a girl handed him two glasses of milk chocolate using a cup with a handle on the edge. Amel smiled accepting it and returned the back porch. Arriving on the back porch, Amel walked towards the back garden where Munding practiced silat.

“Munding,” call Amel slowly, towards the young man who seems unaware of Amel's arrival.

Munding who was concentrating fully on his training suddenly heard the soft voice of a girl calling out to him. And only one girl who always accompany Munding silat training all this time.

Nurain.

Munding reflexively turned her head towards the voice that called out to her and gave her a sweet smile. The thing he's done for me a few times. A thing that might already be an instinctive move other than the silat movement that he trained.

Amel who received Munding's smile felt something suddenly tremble in his chest. He had never felt anything like this before. This was also the first time he had seen the smile of the village boy.

“Munding is also sweet when smiling,” a line of sentences unconsciously appeared inside Amel's head accompanying the strange taste that had suddenly appeared in his chest.

Munding saw a girl standing with two glasses in her hand. But she was not Nurul, the girl who called her just now was Amel. Munding's smile disappeared again. He put his face up again.

Munding took a deep breath and released it slowly, trying to suppress the feeling of longing that suddenly burst back into his chest. A longing for his wife, Nurul.

“Ngapain to here?” he turned towards Amel.

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