DRIBBLE

TWO DIFFERENT SIDES

BANDUNGS, BANDUNG,

At 14.10 wib, Mamah Karmila was still lying in the living room while watching television after Guntur and Kunto left. Although it looks calm but the feeling of uneasiness and palpitations is clearly visible on the look of her beautiful face. The uneasiness had been felt since Thunder and Kunto said goodbye this morning. And in those few hours he tried not to think bad things about Thunder and Kunto, but still could not get rid of his uneasy feelings.

Praanse...!

The sound of objects falling directly makes Karmilah jumped in shock countless times. Karmila jumped from the fall to sit in his chair. The face immediately turned to the source of the sound of falling objects coming from the living room. Then Karmila rushed up and hurriedly stepped into the living room.

"Geez!" peekkik Karmila while covering his mouth.

Under the wall looks broken glass from the photo frame has been destroyed scattered. The pieces are scattered everywhere.

"Thunder.." cried Karmila.

Instantly, the hand that covered his mouth immediately shook, his knees trembled and his body lunglai gulped down on the floor. His heart was beating faster, his thoughts soared far expecting bad things to happen to Thunder and Kunto. For some time Karmila was sitting limp lamenting the shattered picture of Thunder, her tears starting to pour down her cheeks. Then the next second suddenly his sense drive back to positive thinking, then Karmila immediately rose to take his mobile phone initiative call Guntur to make sure the news.

Tut. tut..

Voice calls to Thunder's cell phone can't be connected. Karmila tried to re-press Thunder's contact number.

"I'm sorry that the number you're going to is off or out of reach. Please try a few more moments." the voice of the operator sounded clear.

Karmila kept trying to call him again more than 5 times but the result was the same tone of voice "CAN'T CONNECT." Karmila panicked, where else he looked for information that knew the news of Thunder. Kunto! Karmila remembered that Thunder was with Kunto, and then Karmila looked for Kunto's contact number with trembling hands.

Tut. tut..

Akaakkk!!!

Karmila threw her hapr on the floor until it broke. Her crying exploded could not be contained anymore. Confused, anxious, panicked, worried, angry, all these feelings coagulated into a struggle within the head of Karmila. In such a situation the mother's reason is more talkative, her instinct dominates common sense and makes it a bad premonition that drags her into half-sense.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with my son." Karmila's voice was soft.

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The cold night did not delay the assassination plot to report the results of the mission he had done. Black sedan car parked in the yard of an abandoned empty building on the edge of Soekarno-Hatta Bandung street. A puff of cigarette smoke poked out from the side of the car window waiting for someone who was promised to meet them. About 15 minutes later, a light beam of a car came into the courtyard of the empty building. The new sedan-type car stopped right facing the car of a hitman and immediately turned off the lights without turning off the engine of the car.

The leader of the cabal sitting in the front seat next to the driver immediately opened the car door to get down. The sturdy man wearing a black leather jacket walked to the left side of the sedan door in front of him and immediately opened the door and entered.

"Target has 'removed the boss, '" said the leader of the hit squad in a flat tone.

"Here.." continued the man in a black jacket and then showed some photos of the skinny man next to him.

Skinny man took the hape offered by the leader of the plot and then noticed one after another picture in the hape. The evil grin on the skinny man's lips saw a white car in the ravine in a position stuck to the roots of the tree and in a condition of severe damage.

"Take the bag in that backseat, then it disappears immediately and never call me again!" said the skinny man showing the bag that was stung on his back seat without turning his head.

"See this! Hahahaha.." said the leader of the plot while lifting the black bag.

"It looks right to get two hundred million in an instant. The job was light too," the skinny guy chimed in the middle seat.

The four hired assassin gangs were none other than the Boss, Gombloh, Kancil and Cungkring who got the order to kill Guntur regardless of the people who were with the target. For those who are most important the mission has been carried out and completed and then received the payment.

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"Haha... Eventually soon this company will fall into my hands as well" said Mr. Iwan inwardly with a grin.

Pak Iwan's gaze stared out the glass wall of his room to pay attention to the employees who were in the tem work area who were doing tasks at their respective tables. At that time, Mr. Iwan's eyes gasped in disbelief at the sight of a young man passing through the team work area. Mr. Iwan rubbed his eyes and noticed the young man who was passing by with a look of disbelief. Then he again rubbed his eyes again and quickly saw the person who passed earlier.

"Ah, must be a hallucination. No way! It can't be!" shouted Mr. Iwan in his heart with his hands clenched tightly.

Tok...

The sound of a knock on the door of the room immediately made Mr. Iwan surprised instead of playing. A picture of panic was clearly on his face.

"Lake in!" exclaim mr. Iwan.

Mr. Aming appeared to open the door of Mr. Iwan's room while carrying a glass of tea water over the tray.

"Excuse me sir, here's the order." said Mr. Aming, then the office boy put the glass on the table Mr. Iwan.

"Thank you Mr. Aming," said Mr. Iwan indifferently.

"Oh yes sir, you are asked to meet Mr. Thunder in his room. Excuse me," said Mr. Aming then left the room Mr. Iwan.

The deg! Mr. Iwan's heart seemed to stop beating hearing Mr. Aming convey that. Pak Iwan's chest was pounding fast for a second, his mind was trying to reject him raw.

"No way! It can't be!" his heart was in disbelief.

Mr. Iwan hurriedly left his room towards the Thunder room which was on the second floor. Along the way, Mr. Iwan unceasingly cursed Norman, the leader of the assassin gang in his heart and mixed between believing and not with the results of the work of the expensive paid plotters.

Tok...

"Lake in!" voice from within the room Thunder.

Mr. Iwan immediately opened the door full of curiosity. And after the door was opened, his eyes suddenly opened in disbelief with what he saw.

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Karmila was sitting in the middle room watching the television show since the afternoon. His instincts told him that his son was not doing well and that Karmila was hoping to get news from the news on television.