DRIBBLE

KUNTO

Initially Kunto opened his eyes slowly, his gaze fixed on the brownish-colored plains that were only one finger long from his eyes. He only realized when his body was in a downturned position, Kunto turned his head that felt dizzy to his left side. Both of his eyes saw the same scene that was a barren plain of brownish color. The barren plains were covered in white fog smoke above.

Feeling strange about what he saw, Kunto tried to rise from her face heavily. Now in front of him Kunto clearly saw a completely foreign sight in his eyes. The barren plains were brown, only a few tree trunks were standing and there were no leaves.

“I where? Is it afternoon?”

Kunto looked at the reddish orange sky like the atmosphere of twilight but he felt something strange because he did not see the sunlight.

Kunto stood looking at the surroundings, Kunto felt like she was in a courtyard of the house. In front of him he saw an iron fence that looked very worn and rusty. His gaze continued to be circulated following the length of the iron fence, Kunto suddenly frowned deeply. He was very surprised not to see where the end of the iron fence, there was only a stretch of iron fence that was getting smaller and vaguely stretched and invisible to the fog.

Kunto turned her body, before her eyes was seen an old building resembling a towering castle. In front of the right and left side of the building there are towers that repeat high above the roof. The ends of the two towers were protected by a conical roof. From the closed windows there was a bias light-orange colored lights burst out of the building.

"Castles?" kunto murmur.

Kunto turned back her body looking at the gate. Outside the gate he saw many people passing by but none of them paid any heed to his existence.

Kunto went from his place to peck out the iron gate that was not in the key.

Kreeeeooooooootttt

A shuddering sound was heard from the iron gate that Kunto had opened. Kunto stood on the side of the road and looked to his right and left and noticed the situation. People who walk visit him just like that while walking down their heads, do not ask about his condition that feels stiff and dizzy or just pleasantries just greeting him, to look at it not.

Kunto was stunned full of confusion, after a moment of silence he only realized there was no wind when he felt like he was in the open and in the middle of the streets of the village.

Located 5 meters away, Kunto saw from his left there was an old man walking about to pass in front of him, Kunto also greeted him and stopped the old man's footsteps.

“Punten sir, what village is this?” asked Kunto politely while slightly bowing her body.

The old man stopped and raised his head to look at Kunto from head to toe with a blank look that was difficult to describe. Either a look of suspicion, either a strange look or perhaps a look of indifference.

After staring at Kunto in such a way, the old man continued his steps without giving a word answer. The old man continued his steps regardless of Kunto's body standing two steps ahead of him. It was impossible for the old man to walk straight because his path was blocked by Kunto's body. But beyond Kunto's expectations, the old man continued walking like there was nothing in front of him.

As Kunto gasped for a moment, he felt a wind blow through his body, the blow just like when he walked on the edge of the highway and passed a large vehicle passing by.

Wuuss..

Both of Kunto's eyes widened while looking back, he saw the old man continued to walk down after penetrating his body.

“While! How can I penetrate my body?!” muttered Kunto still with wide eyes.

Kunto stood fixedly staring at the back of the old man who had just hit him without any pain in his body.

“What time is this? Ah, hape!” kunto exclaimed straight into his pants pocket.

“Thunder?!” inner Kunto.

“Kok I didn't hear any incoming calls yes,” he continued in the heart.

Then Kunto saw the clock in the top corner of his hapr screen, “AT 14.10 but how like it already wants magrib weather huh?!”

Kunto immediately recalled with a phone call from Thunder, he was in a hurry to call back.

Tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut

“Hadeuh, really inactive Gun!” sukul Kunto was upset.

Kunto again tried calling Guntur several times, but the tone remained the same, inactive. Kunto decided to walk aimlessly following the direction of the old man who had walked quite a distance 25 meters in front of him.

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After the time of magrib, Mr. Suro has arrived in front of the house of Thunder. As promised, Mr. Suro came to look for Kunto's whereabouts. Inwardly, Mr. Suro felt very confident that the loss of Kunto had something to do with Genderuwo who was in the house of Thunder.

Pak Suro's estimation is not without reason, because he himself has seen the existence of the supernatural creature and the supernatural creature is trying to show its existence that shows his dislike when he prayed.

“This must be something wrong done by Kunto,” inner Pak Suro standing in front of the door of the house of Thunder.

Since this afternoon after Guntur told of Kunto's disappearance, Mr. Suro kept thinking about the possibilities of where Kunto disappeared. Because Guntur said that at that time Mila's mother was going shopping, Mr. Suro thought it was possible that Kunto came home and parked the motorcycle in front while the house was locked.

“Possibly Kunto did something that made genderuwo angry. Did Kunto try to get in by prying the house? So that the magical creature was angry, the inner” of Mr. Suro is still haunted at the door.

Just now Mr. Suro was about to knock on the door, suddenly the door was opened from the inside. For a moment, Mr. Suro was surprised and then immediately smiled as Thunder appeared at the door.

“Loh no sir Suro?!” Thunder was surprised to find Mr. Suro standing at the door.

“Just want me to tap-tap Gun, uh you open first, hehehe..” said Mr. Suro chuckled.

“Come, let's go in sir. Outside very cold,” timpal Thunder then invite Mr. Suro in and back to close the door.

“The father is Kunto so want to come here Gun?” ask Mr. Suro while walking towards the guest chair.

“It looks like sir, because there are no more calls. If not so surely he called again,” replied Guntur stepped behind Mr. Suro into the living room.

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