DRIBBLE

LOOKING FOR TRACES 1

In the morning at 7.20 wib, Guntur had taken out his sports motorcycle and turned on the engine to be heated a while before Kunto appeared. Guntur did not go to college because it was still a mourning atmosphere while Kunto only followed alpa on the grounds of mourning even though there was no ride. Want to ride the angkot was reluctant because the money was very thin, his parents have not also sent him that there is only enough to stock on campus just a few days.

"Kuuuu.. buruuu!" shouted Thunder.

"Yeahaaaa...!" kunto Suhut.

Soon Kunto appeared from behind the door in a hurry while wearing her sweater. Just as Kunto was about to lift her legs up onto the bollards of a motorcycle Thunder suddenly mamah Karmila appeared at the door.

"Stop! Stopit! Stop that!" Karmila then walked towards Guntur who was ready to hurry, while Kunto who was about to go up to the boncery stopped with her legs still strayed.

"Where are you going?" Ask mama Karmila.

"Anu Tan, don't know to be invited by Thunder." said Kunto.

"Gun...?!" Mamah Karmila looked at Thunder deeply.

"Just go to a friend first" replied Guntur.

"Yes be careful Gun, mamah is still traumatized. Mama does not want you to do anything," said Mamah Karmila with a soft look.

"Yes mah... Thunder departs yes," said Guntur then salami mamah Karmila.

"Let's Tan.." Kimpal Kunto then saluted the mother of Karmila.

Then Guntur runs his motorcycle out of the gate and drove on the highway to BIP shopping center but not for shopping-shopping but to meet Mr. Suro who sells used books in front of him without telling his destination to Kundo.

Ir road traffic. H. Juanda crowded crowded as usual especially in the hours of hours leaving work so early.Guntur forward his motorcycle not too fast to wander over between the angkot car and private cars.

"Guuun, where the hell is mo?!" kunto exclaimed from his shackles.

"Sit's sitting down!" exclaim Thunder.

Kunto did not continue the question because it was useless if Guntur had sentenced so surely would not get any answers. Now he can only follow where Thunder went while guessing his goal.

About 25 minutes of red sports motorcycles were then pulled over and stopped on the side of the road in front of the BIP shopping center. Until here only then can Kunto know the purpose of Thunder. Kunto immediately descended from the top of his bonnet then walked up to the crowd of people surrounding the flea bookseller. Yes who else if not to meet Mr. Suro, a used bookseller who has been very familiar with Thunder and himself.

Kunto stood facing the former Suro's bookstore while waiting for Guntur to arrive after parking his motorcycle. Not long after, Thunder came to Kunto standing next to him.

Guntur looked at Mr. Suro who seemed busy answering to his consumers who asked about the books he was looking for. Sometimes Mr. Suro is seen wrapping up some books while answering questions from his consumers. So busy Mr. Suro is not aware of the presence of Thunder and Kunto. Seeing that Guntur took the initiative to help Pak Suro serve its consumers.

"Come on Kun, go help Mr. Suro. Kasian is busy with hassles really tuh." said Guntur then stepped back where Pak Suro sat by circling the crowd who squat was reading or looking for books.

"Well, it seems to need help," said Guntur who had crouched behind Pak Suro followed by Kunto.

"Eh, Gun, Kun has it been a while?" Ask Mr. Suro a little surprised while turning his head back.

"It's only been a few minutes sir, hehehe.." said Guntur.

"Come, let's sit down. Yes if you do not ngerepotin the mango or help, hehehe.." said Mr. Suro laughed.

Thunder sat to the right of Mr. Suro and Kunto sat to his left. The presence of Guntur and Kunto is enough to ease the work of Mr. Suro serving its consumers and both are not awkward to serve and help find books because they have done it several times.

"Mas, is there a third grade high school chemistry book from the nineties?" asked one of the girls while standing up with his voice raised.

"Before third grade Chemistry High School, third grade High School.: said Guntur repeated while scratching his head that does not itch.

"Where's the third grade Physics High School book?" tanya Thunder whispered to Mr. Suro.

"That, it's superimposed on the middle of it Gun," replied Mr. Suro pointing to a pile of books that were all textbooks from SD, Junior High School and High School.

Thunder immediately flicked one by one stack the book appointed by Mr. Suro while muttering, "Physics! there goes.."

"This is neng?" Thunder thrust the book to the girl across the expanse of used books.

The girl accepted it by giving her sweetest smile to Thunder. For a moment he read the title on the cover and then revealed sheet by sheet its contents.

"Yes, how much?" asked the girl then Guntur turned to Pak Suro forward the question from the girl

"Fifteen thousand aja Gun," said Mr. Suro.

"Are you fifteen thousand? Cheap, sir?!" said Guntur reassuringly, worried that Mr. Suro was wrong to give the price.

"Yes, you have given me that much Gun.." said Mr. Suro. Then Thunder turned his eyes back to the girl.

"Fifteen neng" said Thunder.

Instantly the girl's face changed which was originally a sweet smile into a wry smile by frowning her forehead.

"Don't be that dong mas," said the girl.

"It's really cheap, the time is bidding again." said Guntur pretended to frown.

"No more money, one hundred?" said the girl with a clear face.

"Huh? a hundred thousand neng?" Thunder shocked.

"Yes, yes yes yes." said the girl teasing Thunder.

The thunder only realized that the 15 he said were thought to be 150 by the gadia and then he laughed cackling.

"It's only fifteen thousand neeengs." said Thunder laughing.

"Oh fifteen thousand?" ask the girl reassuringly.

"Yes fifteen thousand rupiah neng," said Guntur.

The two cheeks of the girl instantly met red with a blotchy smile on her cute and pretty face. Then he put 100 thousand dollars on Thunder. Just as Thunder was smashing at the money suddenly one of the people who was crouching reading the book cried out in panic for help.

"Aakaakkhkhh...Toloung, toloong!!!"

Everyone who was focused on looking at Mr. Suro's sales book simultaneously turned his eyes to a young man who looked like a student who looked grimacing in pain. On his shoulder was attached a black carrying bag, his left hand was holding a book while his right hand was his body. His position looked like he was trying to get up but it seemed like his body was suddenly stiff.

Thunder and Kunto looked at him dumbstruck with astonishment. Another case with Mr. Suro, his forehead shriveled deeply on his back with a thin smile like he knew why the young man seemed to be in pain and his body became stiff.

"Toloong... tolooong...!" exclaimed the young man with a face of pain.

"Why?"

"What's wrong?"

The sound of questions full of astonishment chimed in among the people around him. Mr. Suro then stood up and stepped one foot between the trading books that lay in front of him. Then with half squatting, Mr. Suro brought his face closer to the young man's right ear and then he whispered.

"Please give it back." whispered Mr. Suro then returned to his seat.

Everyone just looked at what Mr. Suro was doing. Just like all the people Thunder and Kunto just gawking just do not understand and do not know what Pak Suro did. After Mr. Suro returned to his seat, the young man put down the book held by his left hand and then he pulled the zipper bag. A moment later his hand reached into the bag and then came out again with a thick book.

"Put it again in its place," said Mr. Suro coldly.

The young man obeyed the words of Mr. Suro, he put back the book stacked in front of him. Then the young man tried to stand up as he had wanted to do before and suddenly his body could be moved. The young man stood up with a downcast face holding in shame then hurriedly turned back over.

"Huuuuhhhh...!!!"

Everyone cheered him and looked at him with hate. Now they just understand that the young man has stolen the merchandise of Mr. Suro by putting it in a bag without anyone knowing.

"Book at the malling, basic!"

"Student appearance but misbehavior!"

Throwing mockery from people who sympathize with Mr. Suro added boisterous accompanying the young man to leave the crowd. Fortunately the young man was not judged for hastily Mr. Suro prevented him at a time when there was one other young man who wanted to block him.

"Already, already.. Please read it again," said Mr. Suro.