DRIBBLE

MYSTERY

At 24:00 wib, Thunder lay on his back on his soft mattress but still could not close his eyes. His eyes howled at the ceiling of his room, his mind drifting in view of the incident in his campus garden this afternoon.

Again the same event re-occurred somehow for a few tens of times experienced by Guntur since he was still sitting in SD, Junior High School, until now in college. Always the person who wants to harm him is rendered helpless without him doing anything.

"Why with me?

"What happened to me?

"Who's protecting me?"

The questions always hang over his mind and become odd every time he experiences events beyond his reasoning. But every time I think about it, it is always dead-end, there is no clue, even a little, that leads to the questions that haunt his mind all this time. Until Thunder grew into the young man he was today still unable to find any answers.

Unknowingly his right hand moved rubbing the back of his left arm which was filled with fine hairs on top of a deep black stain that filled the back of the hand to the extent of his elbow.

Still in a lying position, Thunder raised his left hand high. He watched the tompel stick in his hand.

"Where's your house?" Ask an Old Man dressed in a moustache sitting under a shady tree in the middle of the sidewalk.

Thunder stopped his footsteps as he was about to pass Old Man who was sitting under a tree facing the road. He also approached the Old Man who looked like a beggar.

"Why Sir? You haven't eaten yet?" Thunder asked with pity.

Without waiting for Old Man's answer, Thunder just reached into the pocket of his uniform gray pants and gave a piece of money 20 thousands.

"This sir I only have this, accepted yes sir.." said Guntur.

"Hekhekhek..." The old man chuckled.

"No son, you just want to ask," said the Old Man at the end of his piety.

"Oh, I'm sorry Old Man. That's my house at the end there at the intersection of five, sir," said Guntur innocently.

Instantly the Old Man's face was teased as Thunder showed his home. He frowned deeply, something was hidden from the dull, wrinkled look of his face.

"Your hand is my son" said the Old Man.

"This Sir?!" Thunder showed his left hand with a tompel overgrown with fine, jet-black hair.

"Yes son, have you ever been bullied...?"

"Disturb who sir?!" Thunder was made curious after a while Old Man continued his words full of hesitation.

"O, yes Sir. My schoolmates often annoyed me Sir," the plain Thunder sergeant before the Old Man said again.

Old Man's wrinkled lips revealed his faint smile as he shook his head at Thunder's reply.

"But..."

Guntur only thought that the direction of the Old Man's question about some of the events he had been robbed of his school friends.

"But you're okay, right? Hekhekhek." said the Old Man chuckled.

Many vehicles on the road slightly disguise the cry of Thunder who was astonished. Dozens of pairs of eyes from behind private cars and angkot passing by looked at Thunder and Old Man with a sad look full of thought that both are father and son. Even several times from the passing of the angkot often threw coins and paper two thousand to five thousand.

So that Thunder helped him pick up the money thrown by the angkot passengers and then given to the Old Man.

"Don't show the black stains on your hands to the boys!" Said the Old Man turned resolutely to Thunder who again picked up the money scattered on the road.

Although faint but Thunder still heard the full speech of Old Man when he crouched to collect the money of five thousand who previously hit the wind to have to chase after him.

"Why Sir?!" Thunder Exclamation.

But there is no longer a statement from Old Man. When he turned to look at Old Man who was still sitting under the tree, Old Man was no longer in his place.

Thunder Reverie caved in remembering the only person who cared about his tompel. His body felt a smooth pounding followed by the bristling fur covering his entire body. Then hurriedly he got up from his bed, his eyes circulated in every corner of the room but found nothing.

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College hours Biology classes that saturate for some students were finally completed as well. Although sometimes surprised by the way of thinking those who are lazy with Biology lessons they follow even though they themselves choose MIPA majors.

This seems to need some research, though, is the sluggish Student because the lecturer is super disciplined plus fierce or about the problem of his lesson hour which is at 14.00 wib so that the condition of the hours is full of aura of drowsiness and very delicious to make sleeps.

Thunder walked casually out of class after following the Biology material, he walked down to the campus floor between the milling Mahasisa-Mahascisti who rushed out of class with tired faces. Walking down it has become a habit of Thunder since from SD.

"Gun, to the yuk perpus." exclaimed Kunto patting Thunder's shoulders aligning his steps.

Thunder spontaneously turned his head to see who was patting him.

"No ah, yesterday's book is still not finished. I want to continue reading in the park, or if you don't find a book first then follow me in the park."

"Oke Gun, I go first." said Kunto rushed ahead of Guntur.lpll.

Not many students are very familiar with Thunder. Yes maybe because Thunder does not like to just sit around hanging out in groups with his campus friends who only tell each other nonsense with their lives. Reveal each other's wealth, his father's company or maybe his collection of sports cars that cost hundreds of millions or even billions.

Thunder preferred his solitude over the unprofitable grambal-grombols he had found himself agilely hanging out in the canteen, in the Basketball court or on the road all the way to the campus he often passed by, he said, teasing students passing by.

Thunder is not like most students, even some of his friends judge that Thunder as a student of mystery. Though if you know who the parents of Thunder might be among his friends who like to show off, one of them is David senior in his campus could be just his Papah employees.

But Guntur did not want the people in his college to know more about his family because he himself was still looking for answers why his Papa was rare at home and the puzzle felt that his Papa did not want to see him.

In addition to Kunto who became a close friend of Thunder on campus there is also a Tiara. It's just that Tiara different majors with Thunder and Kunto, Tiara majored in Social.

But Guntur college friends not many know that he has a big tompel in his left hand because he always wears a t-shirt or long-sleeved shirt.

Not only was there a sense of inferiority in his heart if he had to show his tompell to his campus friends, but also because the words of the Old Man who met on the road two years ago he still obeyed. And since then or precisely since the 3rd grade of Thunder High School has been wearing long-sleeved uniforms, sometimes also wearing cuffs.

Only a few people know that he has a tompel, even then only his old High School friends who are now studying one campus together.

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