Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 9 - Time flows like water

A young man was swinging his punch at the trunk of a mango tree wrapped in a cornstrap around him. The young man had a rather dark complexion with a height of about 170cm.

Although his face can not be said to be handsome at all, but still pleasing to the eye, especially if the face is being drained of sweat and looks to be concentrating with his martial exercises. The young man exuded another charm.

A charm that not only comes from the face, but radiates from all parts of his body. Not ‘ganteng’ ala korean boyband that sometimes makes us difficult to distinguish them it's men what women. Or make us wonder which parts of the face have never had plastic surgery.

Not also ‘ganteng’ ala metrosexual artists who are diligent to the salon for pedicure manicure.

When looking at the sweat that soaks his entire body with a body that is not as thick as a bodybuilder but the muscle lines are clearly drawn. When looking at the movement of his body when doing a punch or kick to his target. Only one sentence may cross the brain.

This is how a man should be.

Not far from the young man, a veiled girl was sitting up propping up her chin and smilingly looking at the young man who was tirelessly swinging his punch. He sat on the ground with only a folding mat he had brought from home.

There were no signs of make-up on the girl's face. But natural beauty is clearly there. When the girl smiled, two small dimples adorned her smile. Occasionally he shouted encouragingly at the young man while clapping his hands together.

He is encouraging to the young man who has made his day always cheerful and colorful over the past few years.

They are Munding and Nurul.

4 Years have passed since the first time Nurul and his father met with Munding who was injured in the middle of the field of Sukorejo village. Nurul, who was invited by his father to a famous event, met with Munding on the way home.

During these four years, the little Munding who used to moan in the middle of the field had already become a strong and handsome young man. Idol girls in Nurul village. Not once did they ask Nurul for help to send greetings to Munding.

Four years is not a long time, Munding has now sat in the first class of SMAN 1 Sukolilo, while Nurul has become a student of class 3 SMPN 1 Sukolilo. No need to ask Nurul where to continue.

He will definitely catch up with Munding.

“Mas Munding, take a break, this is the drink,” shouted Nurul.

Munding smiled and walked towards Nurul who was sitting on the mat. They are actually training in the garden of Pak Yai, just 30 m behind the house of Pak Yai, his father Nurul.

But Nurul always thought they were having a picnic. Bring drinks, snacks and folding mats to accompany Munding.

“Do not be near Nurul. Mas Munding the smell of sweat!” nurul said while pretending to cover his nose.

“Ihhh. Where is?” Munding tried to sniff out his sweaty t-shirt but did not smell what Nurul meant.

“Hahahahahahahahaha, joking ah Mas. It was just serious,” said Nurul while still laughing.

Munding only smiled wryly and received the water bottle given by Nurul. Then he sat straightening his legs on the edge of the mat while taking a deep breath.

Munding's eyes looked at the expanse of rice fields near the garden. The expanse of rice fields that also extends to the back of the mushola which until now has become ‘rumah’ Munding.

He smiled and thanked God.

“Ngapain Mas Munding own smiles? Again think of girls?” ask Nurul.

Munding glanced at Nurul and tried to pinch his head, “k class 3 Junior High had talked girlfriends, Mas said to Mr. you later,” threatened Munding.

Nurul grumbled, he hated the most that Munding considered him a child, “Nurul was already an adult since the 1st grade of Junior High School, after all we are only 1 year old, really mature Sok deh Mas Munding,” said Nurul while pouting.

And Munding laughed out loud. He recalled the incident Nurul had meant. Funny events that occurred during Munding 2nd grade Junior High and Nurul 1st grade Junior High.

As usual, Nurul should teach Munding to teach after maghrib, because ba’da ashar is the time for Pak Yai to beat Munding with a favorite rattan rod. After the Maghrib prayer, Munding waited at the mosque as usual and then came a little girl in hijab who said hello in front of the mosque.

“Assalamualaikum,” greetings the Little Girl.

“Waalaikumsalam,” Munding replied.

Without being told the hijab girl immediately sat in front of Munding and began to open the Qur’an. Munding of course was shocked because he felt unfamiliar with the girl in front of him.

“Sorry Ma'am, who is it? I am still waiting for my salary teacher here,” said Munding.

The little girl then raised her face and looked at Munding, but she still felt unfamiliar with the face in front of her.

“Mas Munding, this is Nurul!!! From today Nurul must wear a hijab. Nurul is now a woman,” said Nurul sok mature.

And the surprised Munding spontaneously laughed while pointing at Nurul's cute expression that was pretentious with her face wrapped in her hijab.

A few months later, Munding knew Nurul's intention was that she was a woman. Nurul apparently already got his first mens.

Ckiitttttttttttttttttttt.

“Aduuuuhhhhhhh,” Munding screamed feeling a sudden pain in her waist.

“Racaine! It must be Nurul ngetawain again right?” nurul said in a sadistic tone.

Munding who had just been pinched with Nurul was only able to stroke his waist.

“Sick you know Deck ..” protest Munding while grimacing.

“Biarina. Watch out!! Nurul wants to fold the tiker, daftar maghrib again. Munding hasn't had a shower yet. Later if late shower who wants adzan?” nurul said as he began to drift.