DRIBBLE

SAID MR. SURO

The blazing eyes of the day that are at the point of culmination do not make the air moist and sultry but still feel there is cool air. Bandung city air around the 90s still feels clean and green.

At the flea book stall, Mr. Suro sat on a chair behind a large table enjoying a pack of rice. There were two visitors who were reading in front of him.

Mr. Suro let his stall visitors freely read as much as possible even though they did not buy in the end. He did not feel upset or angry in the slightest because from the beginning he opened his flea book stall in addition to hoping to only be able to buy food every day, he also had intended to share reading books.

Because he knew that those who came to his flea book stall were 99 percent of students or students from the lower classes. And not all visitors have the intention to buy a book.

They sometimes deliberately come to his stall just to find knowledge by reading the books he displays. The work has been done for decades full of sincerity.

“Assalqualaikum..” says someone.

“Wa’ aleikumsalam..” sahut pak Suro stopped eating.

“Eh, sir Joko, come, let's enter.” connect sir Suro.

“Wah, again eat sir? Sorry to interrupt sir. Then just keep eating it first sir, let me just wait,” said Joko was not feeling well.

“Ah, it's okay Joko sir. What is it, it seems important,” said Mr. Joko.

“Mm, here's my pack and friends from the hospital. Said Mr. Thunder you told him to go there,” explained Joko.

“Hah?! Thunder why?!” mr. Suro put back the spoon to be bribed into his mouth.

Mr. Suro was very surprised to think that Thunder had a disaster.

“Bu, buukan Guntur. Not Mr. Thunder who is sick sir but mas Kunto,” explained Joko buru-buru.

“Hah?! The kunto?! Kunto why?!” sergeant mr. Suro.

Surprise sir Suro is not lost. His instincts instantly surmised to lead to things beyond medical if Thunder asked him to come there.

“I myself do not know why-why sir. It's just that when I besuk it mas Kunto had looked strange..” explained Joko.

Joko also recounted the incident at the hospital when Kunto showed his consciousness to Mr. Suro.

“Ohw, yes I am directly there now. Thank you Joko sir yes,” said Mr. Suro.

Mr. Suro did not ask much more questions. He seemed to understand the situation that Thunder was facing.

After Joko said goodbye, Mr. Suro immediately finished his lunch. Then with a little heartless, Mr. Suro apologized to tell two visitors who were reading a book that the stall would be closed because there was a sudden need.

The two young men understood him and wanted to leave the stall of Mr. Suro. Mr. Suro immediately closed the rooling door of his stall from outside and locked it with a padlock.

After locking the rooling door, Mr. Suro hastened into his stall again. Inside the stall was a little dark but Mr. Suro made no effort to turn on the lights.

He sat in the plastic chair he had previously occupied for meals. For a moment Mr. Suro took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly through the nose.

About 3 times Mr. Suro did that breathing with kusyu. His eyes were closed while his mouth was about to read something.

The atmosphere inside the stall was slightly dark there was only light coming in from the back door that was deliberately left open a little so that there was air coming in.

A few moments later the look on Mr. Suro's face seemed to gasp. His forehead creased deeply still with his eyes closed.

“Karbala... why did he do that to Kunto?!” pak Suro's.

Mr. Suro also opened his eyes again while rubbing the palm on his face and said hamdalah.

Then Mr. Suro rushed out of the stall and closed the door and locked it.

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Thunder continued to look at Kunto's face lying with his eyes closed tightly. Both of Kunto's hands drooped weakly beside his body.

Kunto's face now looks calm again, after having shown an expression of tension and overwhelming fear.

Kunto fell asleep after Hilman injected sedatives. It is only temporary which means the same reaction will occur again in Kunto if the sedative effect is lost.

Thunder seemed restless watching Kunto from the chair at the side of the bed with Mamah Karmila.

Until this second, Thunder saw the look on his mamah face did look worried and worried about Kunto. But Thunder did not know what Karmila was really worried about.

“Mm, Gun if you come home first is okay?” Mama Karmila broke the silence in the room.

“Eh, i, iyya mah. Nothing, there will also be sir Suro coming here,” replied Guntur.

“Eh, but mah, what ride home?” keep Thunder.

“Let's take a taxi online aja Gun,” said mamah Karmila.

Guntur intended to take her to the outside of the hospital to accompany Mama Karmila to take an online taxi, but mamah Karmila immediately prevented her from leaving the room.

“You just accompany Kunto Gun here, let mamah own way forward ya,” said mamah Karmila.

“Iya deh mah,” reply Thunder accompanied the departure of his mother.

After mamah Karmila hillang behind the corridor of the hospital, Thunder did not directly enter the room. He sat in the waiting chair in front of the room intending to wait for the arrival of Mr. Suro.

In his daydream, Thunder recalled the mystical things spoken by Doctor Hilman. In his heart was still filled with big question marks.

“What mystical things happened to Kunto? Then why would Kunto get hit by such a thing?” Inner Thunder.

“To know I Kunto is a cowardly person there is no way he plays with mystical things. Is it possible that Kunto was used by her friend? What did he do?”

His inner turmoil continues to battle arguments with the logic that Thunder knows about his best friend's persona.

“Assalamualaikum..” said someone slightly startled Thunder.

“Wa, wa’ aleikum greetings.” Thunder stuttered for a moment then looked up at the source of the sound.

“Pak Suro, let's sit down sir,” said Guntur after seeing the person who said hello.

Mr. Suro was sitting next to Thunder with a slight frown looking at Thunder who seemed to be thinking about something.

“You why Gun, like a confused person?” asked Mr. Suro patting Thunder on the shoulder.

“I, iyya sir. This is about Kunto, said doctor Kunto exposed to the mystical thing. But I am confused also what mystical thing makes Kunto like that,” said Guntur.

“Like that how does Gun mean?” ask Mr. Suro curious.

“From the look on his face, Kunto looks very scared sir. His eyes bulged wide like he was looking at something and the condition if not given a sedative will continue like that. His body was also very stiff,” Bright Thunder.

Mr. Suro actually already knows the source of Kunto's pain through the reflection of his inner eye. But what caused Kunto like that, he could not know. There must be a cause and effect that makes Kunto have to experience it.

"Gun, you know what makes Kunto sick like that..."

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SERIATE....