DRIBBLE

UNPARALLELED ABILITY

Mr. Suro could only be stunned widening his eyes to look at the banyan tree while looking for the form of Karbala. But the form of Karbala can not be found, only seen the trunk of the tree, the roots that stick out hang and the leaves of the banyan alone.

"Go home, old man! Haha... Hahahaha.." Karbala's voice returned with his laughter.

Mr. Suro seemed to be glued in place with a position still bent on his knees looking at the banyan tree with a kosonh gaze. At first glance it was as if the banyan tree was making that sound.

The blood melt at both corners of his lips continued to slowly flow forming a line up to his chin. Mr. Suro's breathing was stingy while continuing to press his chest that felt tight.

A few seconds later his vision began to blur, then it darkened and did not remember anything else. Pak Suro's body immediately fell backward.

Meanwhile, 5 minutes earlier, inside the mosque, just the worshipers who prayed the magrib just said the last greeting to end the prayer, the floor of the mosque suddenly shook for a few seconds.

"Astagfirefull!"

"Subhanallah!"

"God willing!"

Instantly there were calls coming out from all worshipers, all of whom were santri tahfiz and their guidance counselors. Spontaneously, all the pilgrims immediately fell down while covering their heads with both hands, they thought there had been an earthquake.

Haji Abas who was in the front row as an imam was surprised to feel the floor of the mosque shaking violently. But unlike the courtiers and their mentors who thought there had been an earthquake, Haji Abas was immediately reminded of Mr. Suro.

"Astagfireullah! Lusty!" muttered Haji Abas, then immediately rose from his seat and did not continue the remembrance and prayer that is routinely done after prayer.

The male mentors and students who saw Haji Abas out in a hurry can only follow him by looking at him which implies a variety of question marks.

"Hopefully Mr. Suro is okay," Hajj Abas prayed in his heart.

Haji Abas hurriedly came out of the mosque to where Pak Suro was. It did not take long hajj Abas was immediately able to see the existence of Pak Suro once he reached the side of the mosque.

"Innalillahi wainnailaihi...!" hajj Abas exclamation as soon as he saw Pak Suro lying about 5 meters from the banyan tree.

Prejudice and prejudice immediately roiled haunting the mind of Haji Abas. With an anxious face immediately rushed to run towards where Mr. Suro was splashed with a supine position.

"Sir..! Mr. Suro...!" hajji Abas shouted while running.

In the dim and dark suana only illuminated from the light of garden lights and back lights of the house, Haji Abas faintly saw the body of Pak Suro still not moving at all.

After being near the body of Mr. Suro and see clearly his condition, spontaneous Hajj Abas shouted for help hoping that the guides or santri heard and came to help carry the body of Mr. Suro into the house.

With a sense of panic, Haji Abas checked the breath of Mr. Suro, then put the palm on the chest of Mr. Suro ascertained whether Mr. Suro was still breathing or not.

"Alhamdulillah, still alive" murmured Haji Abas.

"Tolooooong...! Toloooong...!" shouts Haji Abas.

Fortunately, Haji Abas was heard by one of his advisers who quietly followed Haji Abas when he came out of the mosque in a hurry.

Ustad Hadi who heard the cry for help Haji Abas immediately ran towards where Haji Abas was.

"Why Hajj sir?!" ask ustad Hadi as soon as he arrived at the place of Haji Abas and Pak Suro.

"Please help cut it into the old house, it looks like he's a pinch!" haji Abas.

"Good Mr. Haji," said Ustad Hadi.

Immediately iftad Hadi grabbed the body of Mr. Suro who was stretched out, then sat down with the help of Haji Abas. Ustad Hadi immediately positioned himself preparing to carry the body of Mr. Suro.

With a little hassle Haji Abas helped direct the body of Mr. Suro to the back of the Hadi who had been crouched preparing to receive the body of Mr. Suro.

"God willing is strong, Hajj" replied Ustad Hadi, then began to lift the body of Mr. Suro in his arms.

Lucky old body Suro skinny so easily ustad Hadi can lift and carry it. Without asking much iftad Hadi began to step carrying the body of Mr. Suro into the house through the side yard to the living room.

Moments later, in the living room, Mr. Suro's body was laid on a sofa chair with armrests on the chair.

"Please give me some water to drink" Haji Abas said.

"Muhun sir Haji," Ustad Hadi rushed to the back.

After the death of Ustad Hadi, soon Haji Abas again examined the frail body of Mr. Suro. His sharp eyes looked all over Mr. Suro's body starting from the head, face, chest, stomach and continue to look at the tip of the foot.

"Any, there are no injuries," muttered Haji Abas, shaking his head.

At the same time Ustad Hadi appeared to bring a glass of water and then gave it to Haji Abas.

Immediately Haji Abas closed his eyes and his mouth commits to reciting prayers. Soon he blew it on the glass of water in his hand, then he poured it a little on the palm of his right hand and then scooped it on the face of Mr. Suro.

After finishing scooping the water, Haji Abas noticed Mr. Suro's face, waiting for his reaction. And no less than 1 minute, suddenly the pupils of both eyes of Mr. Suro look moving, then slowly began to open his eyes.

"Alhamdulillah." said Haji Abas after seeing Mr. Suro was awake.

"Ssaa, where am I?" ask Mr. Suro confused. His eyes glanced back and forth looking around him, then his gaze stopped on the face of Haji Abas.

"Pak Haji Abas." muttered Pak Suro.

"Muhun Pak Suro, thank God Mr. Suro is conscious" replied Haji Abas.

Instantly Pak Suro moved trying to get up from his lying down. Seeing that Haji Abas assisted ustad Hadi immediately helped occupy it.

"Ssa, I can't, can't afford Haji sir," said Mr. Suro stammered.

"Please your mind, Mr. Suro, drink it.." Hajj Abas, holding out a glass of water that is still in his grasp.

Mr. Suro immediately grabbed the glass and drank it up to the toilet, from the way of drinking it looked very thirsty Mr. Suro.

"Punten sir Haji, can I have some more drinking water?" said Mr. Suro thrust an empty glass on Haji Abas.

"Muhun, Mr. Suro for a moment. Ustad please bring me some more drinking water" Haji Abas told ustad Hadi.

"Well Mr. Haji," said ustad Hadi received an empty glass from Haji Abas and went back inside.

"Why did Mr. Suro become unconscious? What the hell's been going on?" ask Haji Abas slowly.

"I can't help Kunto his friend Gunthur Pak Haji. Poor he is being tortured and now the child is being treated in the hospital" said Mr. Suro.

"Then what does that have to do with Genderuwo Mr Suro?" ask Haji Abas wonder and curious at once.

From the beginning Mr. Suro deliberately cover up the reason for coming to the tahfiz house. But inevitably Mr. Suro also had to tell Haji Abas about Kunto tribe held by Karbala.

Just hit the face of Haji Abas was stunned, but the look of his eyes glistened to be also ignited his anger. As a fellow human being he felt called to help his friend Thunder.

"This is too much, Mr. Suro! that disgusting creature must be exterminated!" haji Abas said.

"The creature is very strong Mr. Haji, he is thousands of years old and banyan it is his palace since long ago" said Mr. Suro.

Haji Abas was stunned, implied to feel trepidation as well after hearing the explanation. For a few seconds Haji Abas thought how to overcome the genderuwo creature.* CONNECTED*