DRIBBLE

PARANORMAL EFFORTS

Not long ago Mr. Suro and Guntur were sitting in the living room chair, mamah Karmila appeared from within with her trademark sweet smile. If only the age of Mr. Suro is still 40 years old maybe Karmila's smile will always be remembered, especially at bedtime, hehehe..

But since Mr. Suro is approaching 60 years old, it seems that Mr. Suro no longer has a passion for things that involve romance. The pain had been in his grave since his beloved wife died 15 years ago, due to lung pain that he never took to the hospital.

Regret is always present behind the events, but what would be said all because of the economic situation that is unable to bring him to the hospital. Only drugs from the stall can be bought when his wife feels shortness of breath.

And it was a regret for the rest of his life. But Mr. Suro remained steadfast and accepted the situation and considered it as the destiny of God that must be lived. Until his patience and sincerity in living life gets a special gift in the remnants of his aging life. The first Pak Suro got Adi as his adopted son, and the second was given a place to live and kiosk without having to pay the rent given by Thunder.

“Eh, already have sir Suro, it's been a long time?” mamah Karmila then greeted Mr. Suro.

“Muhun bu Mila, new until,” reply sir Suro.

Mamah Karmila then sat next to Guntur, “Iya pak Suro, how about Kunto?” mama Karmila.

“Iya ma'am, I am also sorry after hearing the story from Guntur,” said Mr. Suro.

“Where about sir?” ask mama Karmila.

“I also do not know ma'am, but later wait for his father Kunto he said bring smart people here,” said Mr. Suro.

“Bener Gun?” mama Karmila turned to Thunder.

“Iya mah, this afternoon Mr. Asep called he wanted to come here the same... sama...uh what is his name yes the smart man. Mbah... mbah.” Thunder scratched his non-itchy forehead.

“Oh, Mbah Dadang, uh Dadan, yes Mbah Dadan! Madah Dadan said, Kunto lost in the magical creature mah,” said Guntur.

The deg! The heart of Mamah Karmila instantly firmer. The look on his face turned slightly stiffened without being noticed by Thunder and Mr. Suro.

“Times anyway, in the internet era there are still so-so sir Suro,” said Guntur continued.

“Ya there is still a gun, indeed if the age of the internet the subtle creatures are gone? Yeah, no, anyway. It's just that maybe the situation is no longer sewingit in the past,” explained Mr. Suro.

“Wingit what's the sir Suro, hehehehe..?” sela Thunder frowned while mesem-mesem.

“Wingit it can be said to be a place or environment that is still not much in the human touch. Or more simply, the past is everywhere still haunted so loh,” said Mr. Suro.

Tok...

“Assalamualaikum..”

“Waalaikum salam,” sahut Guntur, mamah Karmila and pak Suro together.

“That's like Asep sir coming,” said Guntur then moved from the chair to open the door.

The chatter was stopped but the pounding in Karmila's chest grew louder with the sound of knocking on the door and greeting. In Karmila's heart there was a feeling of anxiety, like something was worried about her.

Sure enough, Thunder returned to the living room with Asep and Dadan. The two then greet Mr. Suro and Mamah Karmila before sitting down.

“Before I get a drink first yes,” said mamah Karmila then moved from his chair.

“Muhun, muhun..” sahut pak Suro, pak Asep and mbah Dadan.

“What's up Asep sir?” tanya Guntur so sir Asep and Mbah Dadan already sat down.

“O yes, this is Dadan that I told you about,” continued Asep sir introduced the person who was with him.

“Oh, yayaya... Mbah this is the condition of his home,” said Guntur.

“Muhun..” reply Mbah Dadan briefly smile a little.

“How about mbah? Now or..” the sentence of Mr. Asep was stopped by the Thunder.

“Want to drink first Mr. Asep, will just come.” Guntur.

“It is better to go straight to Guntur, because you are worried that Kunto later there,” timpal mbah Dadan.

Mr. Suro gasped, meaning that his estimate was correct that Kunto was taken to another realm.

Guntur turned to Mr. Suro asking for his opinion, “Where sir, now is it okay?”

“Ya faster better Gun. Hayulah..” said Mr. Suro.

“Shortly, briefly! I detected when the last time Kunto had not disappeared, I saw him standing under a shady tree in this house,” Dadan said.

“Is there really a shady tree around this house for Thunder?” sela sir Asep.

“There, sir. Banyan tree in the back corner of the house,” replied Thunder with a somewhat surprised face.

Likewise with the look of Mr. Suro's face, in his heart was increasingly convinced that Kunto was carried by the genderuwo.

“Can take me there nak?” mbah Dadan said with sharp eyes.

“Mango, mango.. through the front only sir let it taste good,” said Guntur.

Everyone stood up from the guest chair and they went out to the back of the house.

The cold air of the city of Bandung immediately seeped into their bodies when walking to the back of the house. Thunder walked in front as a placeholder, then followed by Asep and Dadan Mbah and walked behind Mr. Suro.

Meanwhile, after they left the living room, Karmila appeared with a drink on a tray. His face was confused because the people in the living room were no longer there.

“Maybe they go back,” muttered Karmila.

Somehow his chest was pounding, suddenly there was a feeling of worry about Karbala. So Karmila hurried to go behind the house through the kitchen door.

Moments later, after exiting the kitchen door, Karmila saw the guests standing in front of a tree. Suddenly the feeling of pounding more and more, he was very worried Karbala.

Mbah Dadan then sat cross-legged two steps from the trunk of the banyan tree. While Guntur, Mr. Suro and Mr. Asep pull over under the canopy behind the house and see what is done by Mbah Dadan.

Mbah Dadan silently bowed while closing his eyes. He is trying to open communication with the magical creatures of the Beringin tree inhabitants who are none other than Karbala.

After 10 minutes, suddenly a voice from the rushing wind swirled around the banyan tree. Suddenly Mbah Dadan's body shook violently, he continued to hold on with all his strength so as not to falter and was swayed by the wind that was getting stronger. The wind rolled into a spiral like a tornado.

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