DRIBBLE

KUNTO'S MISSING

The night was late enough but Thunder still looked restless on his bed. His mind was filled with the shadow of Karbala, Thunder tried to dismiss the good deeds of Karbala who had helped Mr. Suro by looking for reasons to still hate him. Suppose that Thunder knew what Karbala had done not only helped Mr. Suro, he might have broken his heart even though he would never want to consider him his father at any time.

Thunder did not realize at all what Karbala had done to him since childhood until now which has helped him a lot even has kept him from any evil. But all he remembered were the strange events he often experienced whenever he was in threat. Unfortunately Thunder never considered the strange events that had protected him was fully done by Karbala.

"Has genderuwo never bothered you? It seemed that mama herself did not feel frightened or disturbed by the creature," Inner Thunder.

"But a few weeks ago my mother insisted on cutting down the banyan tree, but a week later my mother forbade cutting down the tree, strangely, is there any connection!!" inner Thunder.

"Genderuwo also once said that I am his son, cih! no way! It can't be!" thunder in the heart.

Thunder covered his face tightly in his heart there was an upheaval of rejecting the genduwo speech that always rang whenever talking about the subtle creature.

"Then this birthmark?!" Thunder raised his left hand revealing a black tompel with fine feathers in the center.

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That afternoon after the sublime Kunto parked his sport bike in the front yard of the house after returning from college. Today is the first day Kunto left for college since the tragedy of the assassination attempt on Alas Roban.

After riding his motorcycle, Kunto hurriedly stepped into the house because he was pushed to urinate on his way home from campus. Kunto immediately grabbed the door handle as usual. This time, the door seems locked.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

“Tante... tan..!” Kunto continued knocking on the door and calling out to Mamah Karmila.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

“Tante... tan...! Kebelet peed!” kunto is louder.

But the door was not opened. Kunto looked at her head through the window looking inside the house.

“Sepi, looks like aunt is out.” Kunto Mumbles.

The urge to urinate that was already at the end made Kunto tiptoe to hold him desperately so as not to go out in his pants. Half-running Kunto directly rushed to the side, she thought of urinating on the garden wall.

Kunto turned her head to the right and left looking at the situation while lowering the zipper of her jeans. But he stopped when he looked to the left, saw the traffic of pedestrians on the sidewalk in front of the fence of the house. His position stood up to urinate in the sense that someone would see him, then Kunto ran straight back.

“Ah, here safe nih!” said it.

In the corner of the rear fence wall just below the banyan tree Kunto felt free to release his art water that was almost unstoppable again while standing.

Only half of his art water came out suddenly a strong wind blowing down the leaves of dry banyan falling on the head of Kunto. Initially Kunto considered the wind ordinary, but over time the wind blew louder and firmer forming a small vortex swirling above his head.

The next second Kunto's eyes suddenly darkened instantly. In his semi-conscious state Kunto felt his body drift and felt his tubules swirling in the wind making his head dizzy. Kunto felt like he was thrown into a place far away into a vacuum and then instantly he could not remember anything else.

Only 30 minutes after Kunto vanished under a banyan tree, Karmila walked while carrying some grocery crackles into the yard. When turning around after closing the gate, Karmila saw a motorcycle that used to be in Kunto was stuck in front of the house but Karmila did not see Kunto. Karmila stopped her steps next to the red sport bike, her eyes were circulated looking around but not seeing Kunto.

"Where is Kunto, yes" he murmured.

In the afternoon at 17:10 pm, Guntur arrived in front of the gate of his house home from the office. He got out of his car to open the gate. Thunder pushed the iron fence while turning to the yard and saw his motorcycle in Kunto still parked in front of the house.

“Where do you go kinky afternoon-afternoon gini?” Thunder Mumbles.

After the gate opened, Thunder immediately went back into the car and drove his car into the yard and stopped next to the motorcycle.

Thunder got out of his car and walked over to the motorcycle. At look at him for a moment his favorite motorcycle that reminds him back with his papa. His mind was swept away by the moments when his papa gave the key to the motorcycle for his ride to college.

“Motor reward?!” thunder exclaimed prancing as Aryo gave the ignition key.

Mamah Karmila at that time smiled happily to see the father and the child respect each other. Maybe only that moment felt Karmila and Thunder is the happiest moment.

“This gift from papah for you to use Gun lecture,” said Aryo at the time.

“Motor what reward?” Thunder immediately ran out of the house to see Aryo's given motorcycle.

“Papah hope you are diligent college yes to undergraduate!” exclaiming Aryo accompanied Thunder ran to the front of the house.

Thunder gaped in disbelief at the sight of a red Kawasaki sports motorcycle unit standing on an upright standard. Thunder langung entered the ignition key and then started it. The distinctive sound of the motorcycle sounded very beautiful in the ears of Thunder that constantly widened a sumringah smile on his lips.

“Motor dream!” thunder said while playing the gas until the sound of a rumble from the exhaust echoed into the house.

“Gun, already, it's noisy ah! Shame on the neighbors and look at the people on the nengok,” exclaimed mamah Karmila who stood on the terrace with Aryo papah.

“Pah, thanks ya pah!” thunder did not respond to his mama's cry.

“Guun... Guuun!” mama Karmila's exclamation shocked the dumbstruck Thunder already sitting on a motorcycle.

“Iya mah..!” suhut Guntur then stepped away from the motorcycle.

Mamah Karmila was already standing on the lips of the terrace while looking at Thunder.

“Which gun is mah?” thunder asked as he arrived before Mamah Karmila.

“O yes mamah just remembered Kunto. From noon mamah do not see Kunto, Gun,” said mamah Karmila.

“In his room?” timpal Thunder.

“When you come home from shopping, Kunto motorbike has been parked but Kuntonya no mamah look no,” said Mamah Karmila.

“Try me to call him mah,” timpal Thunder reach into the pocket of his pants.

A few moments later, the sound of a connecting tone will be heard but after waiting for the phone is not also lifted. Thunder tried to contact him again, but the results remained the same phone was not lifted.

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