DRIBBLE

PAK SURO'S PLAN

Nursing room number 15, please,

On a white bed, Kunto's body looks to have fallen back after being given a sedative injection.

Muscles on Kunto's face that were previously clearly visible after returning to severe contractions due to the influence of tranquilizers are gone, now slowly the land has been seen starting to normal.

But the wrinkles on Kunto's forehead that strain was still clearly visible.

“Pak Thunder, this should be addressed immediately. Poor mas Kunto, he must feel very tortured by his condition,” said doctor Hilman.

“I, iy, iyya doc. O yes, this is sir Suro my brother doc. He will try to give his help,” said Guntur.

Mr. Suro nodded kindly then extended his handshake to Doctor Hilman. Doctor Hilman immediately welcomed Mr. Suro's hand as he said;

“Please help mas Kunto as soon as possible sir.”

“Insya Allah doc,” replied Mr. Suro while nodding his head.

“Then I say I stay first Guntur sir, sir Suro.” Doctor Hilman said as he rubbed the papers on the table beside the bed.

“Good doc, thank you in advance,” said Guntur then drove doctor Hilman until he reached the door.

After doctor Hilman came out, Mr. Suro then walked over to Thunder who was about to close the door.

“Gun, you should leave now. The time is quite mepet, two more hours will enter magrib time,” said Mr. Suro while patting Thunder on the back.

“Oh, i, yes sir.” Reply Thunder was a little surprised.

“Shortly sir!” the word Thunder arrived.

Mr. Suro who was about to walk out of the room immediately stopped his steps right in the middle of the door.

“What's Gun?” asked Mr. Suro frowned.

“No need Gun, I have money!” sergeant mr. Suro.

“But sir...” timpal Guntur surprised by rejecting Pak Suro.

“Udah is okay Gun. You go now yes, assalamualaikum.” said Mr. Suro.

"Wa' alaikum salam, be careful sir." replied Thunder while walking to deliver Mr. Suro up to the door of the room.

Thunder looked at the back of Mr. Suro who stepped in the hospital corridor until he could no longer be seen missing behind the corridor crossing.

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The afternoon traffic of Bandung city looks crowded smoothly. Pak Suro sits on the right bench just behind the green angkot driver headed by Ci Caheum – Kebon Kelapa.

In the passenger car is not so full. There were two young men sitting in front of Mr. Suro, from his appearance it seemed that the two young men were students.

To the left of Mr. Suro there is a middle-aged mother carrying a basket of vegetables, apparently out of shopping from the market. And in the back corner of the row of Mr. Suro sat a girl of the same age as a high school boy.

Pak suro's mind dissolves into the plan that has been compiled before. He thought about all the possibilities that would happen with his two plans that he would run when facing Karbala.

In his heart Mr. Suro was busy stringing words when talking to Karbala later. Repeatedly Mr. Suro said it in the heart of stringing sentences so that later did not trigger the anger of the genderuwo creature.

A few moments later the angkot who was riding by Mr. Suro flashed at a red light across from the front of Thafiz's house. Mr. Suro immediately called out to stop;

"Left... Left...!"

Mr. Suro rushed down from the angkot and paid the fare with the right money extending his hand from the side of the window to the driver on the left.

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