DRIBBLE

SAID MR. SURO 2

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

Just in a moment Thunder jumped from his seat. Mr. Suro's response just now surprised him very much and made him very curious.

“What sir?! You know what makes Kunto sick like that?!” thunder Screeches were full of emotion.

“Gun, Gun.. You calm down first, don't be so emotional. Sit, sit Gun... You must be calm yes,” said Mr. Suro holding the arm of Thunder asking him to sit back.

“Mma, mmaaf sir,” muttered Thunder realized her piercing.

“Where is your mom now? Is your mom inside?” ask Mr. Suro.

“I mean Mr Suro, ma'am who did that to Kunto?!” thunder Sergah.

“Bbu, bbuu, not Gun. You just ask if your mom is here?” buru Pak Suro clarifies so as not to misunderstand.

Pak Suro's heart seemed to stop beating seeing how Thunder reacted. Mr. Suro had to go back to thinking about finding a way to explain to Thunder, so as not to anger Thunder.

Mr. Suro only understood the character of Thunder now. It seems that Thunder only sees from the side of truth and his high tolerance so that no matter who makes mistakes even though it is his own mother.

“Mamah just got home fifteen minutes ago sir,” replied Guntur.

Mr. Suro nodded his head hearing Thunder's reply. Mr. Suro exhaled his sigh of relief because he felt it would be more free to talk a lot with Thunder.

However, Mr. Suro felt that it was getting more difficult to explain the situation and conditions more and more open to Thunder. He did not want to make Thunder ignited emotions that would result in chaos.

Pak Suro did not want to see the harmonious Thunder family fall apart. Moreover, they live only two.

“So, sssi, who made Kunto sick sir?” thunder asked again with a trembling voice as it suppressed his emotions.

For a moment Mr. Suro fell silent under pressure over the question. He regretted having said knowing what made Kunto sick. He felt too quick to convey that to Thunder.

“Mmm, there are delicate creatures in the house Gun,” sir Suro sage.

“Smooth creatures?!” Thunder frowned deeply.

Logically trying hard to accept the information from Mr. Suro, but as if to refuse. Thunder felt Pak Suro's answer was very complex.

“But sir, all this time I myself have never experienced strange things. There was also a kuntilanak appearance when we first moved it and Mr. Suro himself who handled it, right?” thunder Sergah.

“Is that delicate creature again sir?!” cecar Thunder was curious.

“Mm, later you will talk about the subtle creatures yes, now you want to see the state of Kunto Gun,” said Mr. Suro trying to calm Thunder.

“O, yes. Can you cure Kunto sir. Too bad he sir seems like his fear continues to haunt him,” Guntur said.

“God willing, Gun. Come see Kunto.” Mr. Suro asked.

“Mari, let's pack.” Sahut Guntur then stood up from his seat followed by Mr. Suro.

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An online taxi stops right in front of the fence of a brown house. Mamah Karmila came down after paying him and rushed into the house.

In the living room Karmila sat on a chair with her head resting half-up.

His mind was filled with shadows of intense worry. He was so afraid of the alleged events that would happen in the future if Kunto woke up and told Thunder.

“The key is on Kunto!” Inner Karmila while massaging her forehead felt dizzy.

“Do Kunto have to be obliterated?!” The temptation of evil thoughts flashed through Karmila's head.

“But Thunder will be even more suspicious! aaaakhhh!” pekik Karmila covered his face with both palms.

The dilemma for Karmila, on the one hand he was worried that Kunto would tell Thunder, but on the other hand by eliminating Kunto he was not so sure if the situation would be good?

The pros and cons continue to churn in his mind. Karmila increasingly overshadowed his own fear and the next instant his regret in his heart burst into memory of the event where Kunto suddenly appeared at the window to see his cursed actions.

“Why does Kunto usually peek?! Did he hear a voice from inside the room?” Inner Karmila.

Stiffened in his mind, Karmila remembered that night he felt spontaneous to make a loud moaning sound due to the unbearable nik mat.

Karmila slowly opened the palms that covered her face. When she was about to get up intending to go into her room, suddenly Karmila gasped in shock and screamed loudly.

“Aaaaakkkkhhh!”

“Mas Aryo..” Karmila muttered with a vibrating sound.

The look in her eyes radiated a very longing looking at the figure of her husband. Karmila was lulled to the point of dispelling his senses.

Karmila was stunned looking at the handsome man standing in the middle looking at her. She was completely washed away by Aryo's charm to make her forget the fact that her husband had died.

“Do you want to eliminate that person?” ask Aryo figure suddenly with an awkward voice.

The deg!

Karmila gasped, her consciousness immediately returning to hear the question coming out of Aryo. His sense of well-being arose and instantly his eyes grew wide and looked at the figure of Aryo in front of him.

“Karbala!” pekik Karmila's.

“No! Noooo! You don't obliterate him!” karmila shouted.

“Why?!” Aryo's voice turned into a sullen and large as the change in form.

“He is his best friend Thunder and Thunder will definitely be very angry once. If you destroy him, Thunder will not remain silent. He will try to find out the cause due to his unnatural death!” Karmila Sergey.

“Ggggrrrrhhhhkkkkk...” the figure that had turned into Karbala was simply growling.

“Can you make him lose his memory?” karmila asked expectantly as she lowered her face.

It flashed spontaneously in his mind to make Kunto lose her memory so as not to be able to tell what she had seen to Thunder.

“HAHAHAHA... HAHAHA.... HAHAHA..” The sound of a loud and loud laughter echoed in the living room.

Slowly the land of the sound of the laughter that was aiming at it shrank as it moved away. And when Karmila looked up to see Karbala, he was no longer in front of her.

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In the ward number 15, the,

Mr. Suro watched Kunto lying on the bed. Pak Suro's face seemed to move looking at Kunto from toe to head and then stopped staring sharply at Kunto's face.

Mr. Suro tightly closed his eyes, his mouth commat-kamit tidied his inner vision to check the condition of Kunto from the invisible spiritual side.

A moment later, Mr. Suro was seen frowning his forehead deeply. The look on his face was full of worry, then opened his eyes again.

“Where sir?!” tanya Guntur who had noticed Mr. Suro.

“Any!” muttered mr. Suro.

“How weird sir?!” cecar Thunder was curious.

Mr. Suro was silent for a moment, he was now very careful to convey his words to Thunder. Or rather keep his speech from being too open which only raises questions Thunder is full of emotional.

“Sukmanya no,” inner sir Suro.

Mr. Suro only answered him inwardly. Even if he delivered it to Thunder, Thunder would not understand. And it will certainly raise many more questions.

“Let you handle Gun, insya Allah you can help,” said Mr. Suro.

“Thank God! Then what do I do next sir?!” ask Thunder again.

“You keep Kunto here Gun. You will try to help him from elsewhere,” replied Mr. Suro.

“Other place? Why not just here, sir? Kuntonya is here,” Guntur.

“This must be done from elsewhere Gun. Can't be here,” said Mr. Suro.

Thunder just nodded and no longer asked.

It is impossible for Mr. Suro to say he will come to the old house of Thunder. For sure Thunder will immediately know the purpose and purpose of Mr. Suro coming to the house to meet Karbala.

This would lead to prejudice against Karbala. And surely Thunder would have gone berserk if he had known.

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