DRIBBLE

THUNDER INTENT

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The horn noises from behind the Thunder car barked continuously from earlier making Thunder snort annoyed. Already know the streets of Bandung before the magrib is always dense creeping but the car behind it as if impatient to speed up. Plus the angkots that stop suddenly lowering passengers or increasing passengers further add to the stagnation of traffic flow. That's what happened on Ir road. H. Juanda who is currently passing thunder.

"Hopefully Mr. Suro opened his field," muttered Thunder then his left hand fingered the car tape turned on the music.

After returning from the office Guntur intends to meet Mr. Suro. The plan to recruit him into an employee in his office had already been thought out in advance. His intention is only one that wants to lift the economy of Suro and his adopted son, Adi and himself also intend to send Adi to school but it all depends on Mr. Suro and Adi himself, whether they received Thunder's good intentions or not Thunder could not force.

Thunder turned on the music in his car to reduce the noise of horn noises from other vehicles that were unceasingly barking. Soon, the music came from the voice of one of Indonesia's legendary ballad singers, Ebiet G Ade;

In your eyes is still stored

Milliculous

Collisions and hurling

Sculpted on your forehead

You look old and tired

Sweat is pouring

And yet you remain steadfast, hm-hm

Even though your breath sometimes stings

Carrying an increasingly heavy burden

You're still holding on

Coincidentally the song that appears is a song whose title is DAD from the distinctive sound of Ebiet G Ade. Thunder was lulled by every lyric of his song. Unconsciously his wish floated reflected in his memory on the figure of his papa. Seemed to be a smile fluffy from the lips of Thunder, he felt himself very lucky because materially his life was very sufficient, but his smile immediately disappeared turned silent. He bit his lower lip thinking his relationship as father and son was unnatural.

Truthfully Thunder did not feel the caress of affection from a father figure. All he felt was a huge affection just from his mother from childhood to the size of now. Therefore at the moment when his papa died, Thunder did not feel much loss. For for him his condition was not much different when his papa was alive or was gone.

Father, in the quiet silence of Iindu

To harvest our own rice

But longing is just longing

Your son is now bearing a lot of burden

You have understood

Black and red this road

Wrinkles your cheekbones

Overview of struggle

Your shoulders were once heavy

Sunburned legumes

Now skinny and bent, hm-hm

But the spirit never faded

Though your steps sometimes tremble

You stay loyal

Not long after, Guntur turned his car into the parking area of Bandung Indah Plaza on the lower floor to put his car. There is no way his car is parked on the side of the road in front of Pak Suro's lap like riding his sports motorcycle because it will cause traffic jams.

Before stepping down Thunder took off his shirt shirt and his tie replaced him with a t-shirt. Then he took off his shoes as well and replaced them by wearing sandals that were already available in the car so as not to look striking as an office employee. Thunder rushed out of the parking building through the entrance of the car through which he passed earlier.

From the end of the entrance of the mall parking lot, Guntur can see the lapak Pak Suro has been crowded with consumers. Mr. Suro is a very good person even, towards visitors very wellcome. Want who intend to buy until the intention is just to read it, Mr. Suro's attitude remains just as friendly. Unlike flea booksellers who are next to him, he said ketus and forbid visitors who just read in place. Thunder became aware of the comparison not according to his judgment but from the words of those who visited the court of Mr. Suro complained.

These social life situations are what Guntur picked and applied both in his personality and in his attitude in running his company so that many positive things are invaluable in the eyes of relations, especially employees. Although never learned directly from his papa, but its nature is very similar to his papa, one of which is that his social soul is very high.

As usual Guntur stepped back where Mr. Suro sat facing the sale of his used book because half a circle of close consumers pursed the stall.

"Assalamualaikum.." said Thunder crouched behind the back of Mr. Suro.

"Waalaikum salam," said Mr. Suro spontaneously turned his head back without knowing who said the greeting.

"Hi Gun, how are you? Long time no see, where? Come, let's sit here," continued Mr. Suro asked questions.

Some visitors in front of the pitch pak Suro glanced with frowns furrowed towards Pak Suro and Guntur who looked very familiar. Perhaps they wonder a small merchant like Mr. Suro can kenql with a young man who looks like a rich man. Although Thunder has tried to cover up with his simple appearance but still the aura as a rich person can not be covered.

"Where ever"

This is where social status sometimes feels unfair. As well as people who used to live a short life and then dressed up like a rich person, the aura of poverty still seems to be eliminated. Unlike the rich, even though the prank becomes a gem still looks the aura of the rich man.

"Alhamdulillah, me and my good news. What about Mr Suro and Adi?" Guntur answered and asked back then sat next to Mr. Suro.

"Alhamdulillah tidings father and Adi also good Gun. Uh, where's Kunto?" said Mr. Suro just realized there was no visible Kunto who usually always come together.

"How many of these?" between visitors held out a book while cutting off the conversation of Thunder and Mr. Suro.

"Two or five mas," replied Mr. Suro then wrapped the book and held it back while receiving the right money.

"Sir, there are historical education punten in the nineties? What's his name?" cerocos a girl on the sidelines of other visitors.

"Oh, PSPB, what class?" said Mr. Suro.

"Yes yes it is PSPB, first to third grade Junior High sir," the girl replied.

"After I look for neng, I think there is." Answer Mr. Suro then look around in the stack of books row of school lessons.

Thunder also helped Mr. Suro lift the pile-pump from one book to the other book pile.

"This is it, first grade, second and third grade, complete. Already Gun, got it," said Mr. Suro then showed the books to the girl.

The girl received the book that was handed out by Mr. Suro, for a moment read from the covers of the three books. Then return it again and ask, "How much is it sir?"

"Twenty thousand or so, so all of them are sixty thousand." said Mr. Suro.

Mr. Suro received the book back for wrapping, as well as receiving a hundred thousand dollars. Thunder then grabbed the books from the hands of Mr. Suro to help wrap them while Mr. Suro looked for change in his waist bag.

Some time, visitors to Suro's field gradually began to decrease as the atmosphere began to enter the magrib. Shopping lights and street lights have been seen illuminating every corner combined with the lights of the vehicle that passed on the road in front of the lapak Pak Suro.

"Sir, just go home now yes, do not need until ten o'clock in the evening. Let me change sir, there is an important thing that I want to obrolin with the father" said Guntur while patting Mr. Suro's arm.

"Important Gun?" only that said by Mr. Suro who seemed stunned with a chest that suddenly thumped.

"Yes sir, where is Adi sir? From earlier it was not visible," said Guntur set his gaze on an Angsana tree that Adi used to sit on.

"Usually this hour peddles his newspaper at Gun's only red light. Let the father be samperin, the father sorted out first." said Mr. Suro then grabbed the sacks he kept behind him.

Guntur also helped put the books of former sales of Mr. Suro into the sack. Quite a lot of the collection of used books until the three sacks of books were all included. Lastly, Mr. Suro rolled a tarp that was used as his lap pad.

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