DRIBBLE

UNEXPECTED REACTION

The orange bias blurted out in the sky at dusk western horizon as the day will soon change at night. Blowing wind over the house tahfiz so felt bring the cold air of Bandung.

Mr. Suro shivered a little coldly by the cold that hit his body which was only coated with a not-so-thick fabric. But not so with Haji Abas, he looks ordinary because he wears a thick leather jacket and his head covered with kopyah.

Then Pak Suro and Haji Abas walked together on Japanese grass neatly arranged beside the tahfiz yard. The look on Abas's hajj face looked so grim that it was so angry. His extended strokes appear so clearly to form three lines that indicate being shriveled inward.

While Mr. Suro who walked beside him began to feel a pounding on his chest increasingly large as the distance of his steps closer to the banyan tree in the back corner of the house.

While stepping, Mr. Suro's lips are unceasingly moving komat-kamit tidying up a reading that contains supernatural powers. Haji Abas also felt the energy of magical power that was sourced from Pak Suro so that made Haji Abas turn to Pak Suro. But the next second his gaze was again directed at the banyan tree whose distance was getting closer.

"Mmm, punten for a minute, Mr. Suro. This coincides with Azan magrib so I cannot accompany Mr. Suro. I have to pray in the mosque sir. Does Mr Suro continue or join the magrib prayer first?" ask Haji Abas while touching Pak Suro's arm holding him for a while.

Mr. Suro stopped his steps and turned to Haji Abas and replied; "Pak Haji punten, I must continue. After this I just pray magtib."

"Well, is it okay to stay, sir?" ask Haji Abas to convince Mr. Suro.

"Muhun, muhun. It's okay sir Haji, mango sok.." said Mr. Suro.

"Yes, I'm staying, sir, Assalamualaikum!" haji Abas.

"Wa alaikumsalam, mango muhun... Mango!" reply mr. Suro. Haji Abas also stepped away leaving Pak suro alone towards the banyan tree.

The twilight light is getting dim, the orange color on the west side begins to blacken and the sky begins to dark marked a moment later the day will change night. Mr. Suro alone continued his walk towards the banyan tree with his chest pounding ever more strongly.

Shortly after, Mr. Suro stopped his steps at a distance of 5 meters facing the banyan tree. Ssejenak Pak Suro looked at the tree that was used as the residence of the Genderuwo creature was full of probing gazes. The spiritual aura in plain sight seemed to envelop his entire body with an ivory yellow light. In front of Pak Suro looks like a banyan tree standing firmly, its large trunk and lush foliage form a silhouette like a large tall fat body.

Suddenly came a gust of wind hit the body of Mr. Suro! Although it feels smooth to touch the skin that is only coated in a cocoa shirt, but feels able to erect rome fur all over the body of Mr. Suro. He stood looking at the trunk of the banyan tree without shaking, the body of Mr. Suro looked as if swallowed half of the body shaded by the shade of the banyan leaves.

For a while Mr. Suro tried to dampen the pounding on his chest and tried to calm down. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the land. He did this three times to calm his mind. A moment later Mr. Suro slowly sat cross-legged between the roots of the banyan tree that protruded out.

Just now Mr. Suro was about to recite a spell to enter the magical world to the residence of Karbala, suddenly the sound of azan magrib from the mosque made Mr. Suro squeal in shock.

“Astagfirullah!!” pekik mr. Suro.

The sound of azan sounded so loud in the ears of Mr. Suro that made Mr. Suro was so shocked beyond measure, even Mr. Suro to prance so surprised and contan inching backwards from his seat.  The sound coming out of the mosque loudspeaker was so loud because the distance between Mr. Suro and the mosque was not too far about 10 meters only.

If Mr. Suro had a history of heart disease he might have fallen unconscious or might have died instantly. Mr. Suro's heart degub is pounding, but this time the result of his shock is not due to the influence of the magical power of the banyan tree.

For a while, Mr. Suro had to calm himself down and stabilize his concentration again.  Matera that he did not read was re-read to enter the magical world where Karbala locked Kunto milk.

Mr. Suro's mouth was seen again kamit read the spell, but before the material was finished reading to completion, suddenly there was a loud and big laughter echoing mingled between the sounds of azan magrib.

“HAHAHAHA... HAHAHA... HAHAA... Why interfere old man?!”

“Karbala!” murmured Mr. Suro slightly pounding.

Instantly Pak Suro's mouth immediately commits like reading lucky sentences. And sure enough along with his mouth kamit kamat, slowly the land appeared a thicker ivory yellow light directly wrapped around the whole body of Mr. Suro.

“Karbala! Release the boy's blessing!” shouted sir Suro.

“Release the child?! Hahahaha... hahaha.. Hahahaha... What is your guarantee, old man?!” bentak Karbala's.

As soon as Mr. Suro fell silent, he could not answer. Previously, Mr. Suro was not at all in his mind that Karbala would ask for guarantees.

“Dialn Karbala!” he said in his heart he felt very angry.

“Don't expect to take that kid away from me. The boy has done something bad! There is no reason to forgive him!” snapped Karbala, saw Mr. Suro speechless.

“I came well Karbala. And I will also kindly ask to release the child's soul!” exclaim Mr. Suro growled.

“If I don't comply with your request, then what do you want, old man?! Hahahaha...hahaha.” Karbala laughed loudly, he felt that the arrival of Mr. Suro was not a threat to him.

“Alright Karbala, then I will be forced to use the rough way!”threaten Mr. Suro, then wrap both palms in front of his chest and immediately komat-kamit read the incantation.

“Hahahaha... Hahahaha... Hahahaha... Hahahaha.

Instead of being afraid, Karbala laughed loudly as if mocking the reaction shown by Mr. Suro. Suddenly Karbala blew something from his wide mouth and fanged towards Mr. Suro who seemed to still read the spell.

Mr. Suro who saw the movement of Karbala who took something out of his mouth, instantly immediately pushed his two palms forward together to press a round barrage of light as big as an orange fruit that rushed towards him.

Wuuussss….!!!

Bummm…!!!

The sound of a bang was heard to vibrate the footing of Mr. Suro and vibrate the banyan tree. Instantly the falling leaves rained down on the body of Suro sir who was still stunned staring at the banyan tree. His face looked deathly pale, and slowly the land from both corners of his lips came out a blackish-red liquid.

“Hekkhhh!” pekik Pak Suro immediately fell to his knees while pressing his chest hard.

“Go home old man, I don't want to deal with you, because you're a close friend of my son!” karbala said no more yelling.

Mr. Suro could only glare at the banyan tree, looking for Karbala. But the form of Karbala can not be found, Mr. Suro only saw the trunk of the tree and the leaves of the banyan alone.

That is one of the advantages possessed by supernatural beings. They can see humans easily, but the human class needs inner strength to be able to see the magical classes.*

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