DRIBBLE

ANEH

The afternoon sun was very hot because it had just been at the peak of its culmination. But the heat of the sun did not dampen the footsteps of a child in a dark blue white uniform to his house which was only 500 meters after school.

It has been a habit since elementary school, the child if walking always bowed to the road. All he saw was a swing of his left and right legs that seemed to be racing after each other following.

"That's Thunder! It's Thunder...!

"Sikaaaaat...!!!"

"Come hajaaaarrrr...!"

"Yoooooo....!!!"

From a distance a group of children who were also in SMP uniforms shouted from a motorcycle while rumbling gas. But the child berseragam SMP called Thunder continued to walk down the street without heeding the cries of threats from behind him.

Three motorcycles each boasted two children brandishing a block of wood in the hands of the storytellers. Their faces look fierce, their eyes look bright at their prey in front of their eyes.

"Taste this Thunder!" Shouted one of the children sitting in the bonfire while swinging the wooden beam in his hand to Thunder's head.

"Braaaka!"

"Braaaka!"

"Braaaka!"

"Braaaka!"

Three wooden beams struck twice on the head and twice on the nape of Thunder. The wooden beams were instantly shattered and the grimaces slashed in various directions.

Just sober Guntur surprised not to play, not because it felt the pounding of the beams but because of the noise. Thunder stopped his steps and spontaneously looked towards the left side as three motorcycles passed slowly with the sound of a muffler roar that deliberately played the gas to deafen. Thunder's body was still upright standing, should the impact of four wooden blocks was enough to make it fall down or at least drain blood & his head.

The surprise of Thunder was not only because of the noise but also because he saw pieces of wood that suddenly bouncy falling on his shoes that were swinging steps. Thunder turned to find out where the pieces of wood came from.

"Ciiiiittt..."

"Ciiiiittt..."

"Ciiiiittt..."

Three motorbikes immediately braked suddenly because the person they hit just now had no effect at all let alone injured. As a result of the sudden braking it makes two children who are in the boncegannya each body slumped forward to push the child who holds the steering wheel until his chest hit the handlebar.

"Aakhh!" Shouting pain.

Six Junior High children who just beat Guntur gawking do not believe seeing Guntur look healthy wal afiat not hurt in the least. Instead of guts, the six children were even made curious. The six children's brandal souls peaked and simultaneously caged Thunder and were ready to beat him up.

"What are you guys doing?" Ask Thunder astonished.

Thunder had not yet realized fully that he was in threat of even being hit by three beams on his head and body. Instead he looked at the six children of one school with a confused look not understanding the situation before him.

"Hallah, lots of your bacots!" Excited one of the children.

A hand swing struck Thunder's face suddenly, followed by another two-handed swing towards the stomach. Thunder shocked instead of playing got a sudden blow like that. He reflexively raised both his hands intending to protect his head.

At the same time the hand of Thunder was about to close his face, the six children immediately clashed and fell slammed onto the asphalt road. The thunder that had already closed its head could only resignedly wait for the blows to land. But for a while after waiting for the coming of the blows, it turns out that not a single punch touched his body, then slowly he opened his hands with a face full of confusion.

His innocent face was flabbergasted to see his schoolmates groaning in pain lying on the asphalt with various wounds on his knees, hands and even face.

Thunder stepped to help but just one foot stepped, the six children who beat him were already frightened first so they fled to leave the motorcycle. Thunder just gawking alone did not understand what had just happened.

"Why is that...?"

Only that question came from his lips. Then Thunder did not care anymore about what had happened, he continued his steps back home.

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"Son's son...."

"Son's son...."

"Son's son...."

"Son's son...."

About 12 children made fun of Guntur sahut behind him as soon as he walked out of the door of Class 2 of Nusa 2 State Elementary School after the last lesson.

Thunder, the boy who got the bully of his classmates was just downcast grimly while continuing to walk quickly home. Why just because of the black and hairy tompel on his left hand that they made fun of calling him a child of the devil?

A thousand wounds in his heart as well as a thousand question marks continued to ring in his head. Why is he different from his friends? Those questions kept looming over Thunder whenever he got cruel treatment from his schoolmates.

Ting...

Ting...

Ting...

Ting...

Karmila quickly opened the door of the house and immediately her beautiful face immediately somberly saw Thunder coming home from school with a face that looked sad. Which mother is not satisfied to see her son come home from school always by showing the courage not to wear what his son feels.

"Darling, are you being made fun of again by your friends at school?" Tanya Karmila was affectionate.

"Yes Mah... Why do they seem to hate because I have this Mah?!" Said the 8-year-old while showing the black and fine-haired tompel in his hand.

Karmila immediately embraced Thunder with mixed feelings between sad, angry, irritated and anxious to teach children who make fun of him. But in the next instant Karmila's face receded from her upset countenance and changed to show guilt, "I'm sorry Mamah son." said Karmila in her heart.

Tiii.. tiiin...!

Thunder Reverie was instantly dispersed by the sound of a car's horn from the front. He almost got hit if the car didn't stop. Oops! More precisely stop not in the brake.

Thunder gasped in shock spontaneously raising his head. He only realized that his footsteps were a little bit off the road, he hurriedly pulled over. The sedan car in front of him emits smoke from the rear wheels that rotate in place with a fast but can not drive.

"Sound! Why is this my car?! Though I didn't step on the brakes but the car suddenly stopped can't even walk."

The driver was curious, stepped on the gas pedal again until almost stuck but only the roar of the engine was tight and thick smoke from the swipe of tires and asphalt immediately enveloped his car.

Thunder approached the window to the left of the car and tapped on it. A few moments later the window opened until smoke poured into the car.

"Sir, don't step on the gas first. Take off the gas pedal better just hit the brake!" Thunder from behind the car door.

Not long after the roar of the car engine was swallowed, apparently the driver obeyed the suggestion of Thunder. The smoke from the rear wheel is no longer out as the tire wheels stop turning.

"Now step on the gas pedal slowly sir, do not forget to be careful not to speed!" thunder said then continued to swing his legs back home.

"Well, is this normal? It wasn't even possible to walk in the gas..."

The driver immediately stopped his car to see the Junior High child who had been hit by him while giving his strange advice. But looking at it from the rearview mirror, Thunder had gone a long way behind the car.

"really weird! Even though there was only one meter left, the boy was hit but this car suddenly stopped itself like being restrained. Even in the gas until the mentok was still unable to walk. Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

The ASN-clothed driver unceasingly shook his head along the road in light of the incident.

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