DRIBBLE

SOBER

"Kun.. Kuntooo..!"

A small thunder ran towards Kunto who seemed to be sitting with a tangled face on the campus park bench. Kunto turned his head towards Thunder who was heading towards him widening an excited smile and then lowered his head again.

"Kun between me yuk book," said Guntur directly sitting next to him.

Kunto did not respond to Thunder's invitation, he was still downcast with a moping face. Implied from the look of his face is holding a very heavy inner burden.

"Kun, why?" Tanya Thunder was astonished by Kunto's unusual attitude.

"Hmmm. I was kicked out of Gun's boarding house" Kunto said grimly.

"Diused? You fought with the other boarding house dwellers? Ask Thunder.

Kunto smiled wryly as she shook her head, "I've waited three months yet to pay Gun's boarding money."

"Where do you sleep now?"

"No idea Gun, yeah maybe while sleeping in the mosque first." Kunto Mumbles.

"Already, don't you think of it Kun. What if you stay at my house?" tanya Guntur.

At once Kunto gaped in disbelief at what she had just heard, "What Gun?!"

"Yes you live in my house. There are two rooms that are not occupied, rather than empty."Reply Thunder.

"What are you doing, what can Gun?!" ask Kunto in doubt.

"Yes, it certainly can be, my mother is very good hehehe.." said Guntur.

"Is Gun really okay?!"

"Yes, that's okay. If you don't want it already." said Guntur pretended to leave Kunto.

"You, want, want.. Let's get my gun to drop off his book, hehehe..." Sergah Kunto immediately stood embracing Thunder.

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"From what book, I don't think I've found it yet" Kunto said.

It had been an hour more Thunder ransacked from the pile of books one into the pile of other books that were slapped by a blue tarp on the side of the road. The five-footed stall that Guntur and Kunto visited was the most favorite while students were looking for books that were no longer published. Usually they look for books as material to make thesis or just for reading material knowledge only.

In the flea book stall it is always crowded with fans. But when compared to the interest of buying with just a passenger reading the most who just read it.

"Anu, the book about supernatural beings," whispered Thunder timidly in Kunto's ear afraid of hearing the surrounding people.

"That's a lot of shit. Kuntilanak, genderuwo, tuyul's death. Mmm, that one is ngesod sister," Kunto said pointing at the books scattered among the pile of books.

"It's not a Kun novel" said Guntur.

"From what book?" Suddenly the middle-aged father of the bookseller asked.

"A, a.anu sir, a book about supernatural beings." replied Thunder timidly.

The book seller for a while looked at Thunder's face as if hesitating. But the next second he immediately circulated his gaze staring at the books around him. He seems to be remembering a book.

"O.. a moment mas," said the father of the bookseller as if remembering something.

Seen the seller's father looking for a book piled the bottom right near the knee of his foot. A moment later her flat face smiled slightly to find the book she was looking for.

The book he was looking for was placed among books that had long and did not seem to intend to be peddled or displayed. But somehow he was moved to offer it to Thunder.

Not long, in the hands of the father of the bookseller has been grasped a book that looks obsolete eaten time. It is seen from the cover color that has been dull and yellowed. In the corners of the book also looks a little eaten by termites and torn.

"It's mas" said the father of the bookseller while handing over the book.

"THE SECRET OF THE SUPERNATURAL"

Thunder read the title on the cover of the book muttered. Kunto was curious to bend his head so that he could see and read the title but Thunder covered it with a palm.

"What book is Gun, look, see the title." Sergey Kunto tried to get it out of Thunder's hand. Thunder twitched away the book from Kunto's hand.

"Don't ah!" thunder said.

"Hussst pamali is a kid!" hardik Thunder.

"I've got this Gun," said Kunto continued to force.

The book seller saw the two scrambling the book the look on his face became anxious.

"Be careful, it'll rip. It's a rare book!" the father of the bookseller raised his tone.

Luckily Kunto finally relented no longer continuing his efforts to seize the book from the hands of Thunder. In the heart of Thunder gave thanks for Kunto no longer seizing him.

The book seller's father looked at Thunder sharply, there was a strange feeling in his mind. According to him, the handsome young man was not alone because he felt that a magical power was emanating protecting the young man's body.

Meanwhile Thunder did not know that the father of the bookseller was looking at him. His hypnotized eyes focused on the book the father had given him. There was a strong urge from within Thunder to open the contents of that worn out book. The first thing he saw was his reading list.

I. PRELIMINARIES

Thunder read the hand-written sentence-by-sentence writing that might have been written directly by the author. He felt this old book was very special, different from all the books on display piled up.

In the series of sentences of INTRODUCTION at the end there are writings such as message notes and a name.

"This book has only two" (Ki Wartaka)

Thunder Heart was instantly attracted by the book he was holding. Then he went on to open the next sheet that contains a list of subtitles there are 101 chapters.

He briefly read chapter one there explaining the life of supernatural beings. His heart grew curious to continue reading and understanding each of his writings that contained a very deep meaning.

Thunder opened sheet by sheet the contents of the book. Increasingly read even though a glimpse of curious bush also want to menubtaskan read it. Until without realizing it he had crouched to read the book long enough.

"Udah yuk Gun tired of squatting for two hours, do you want to stay here until night?!" Kunto murmur.

A moment of Thunder gasped to hear Kunto say that. Then he stopped continuing to read other chapters and will continue it when at home later.

"How much is this book, sir?" Ask Thunder.

The book seller again looked at Thunder's face like he was looking at his inner side.

"Make enough for fifty thousand" he said.

Not bidding anymore Thunder directly reached into his celanyak pocket. In his grasp there is money 50 thousands one and two thousand two pieces.

"This sir, all of it." said Guntur thrust the amount of Rp54,000.

"Hatur nohun mas. Please take care of the book, yes mas." said the father of the book seller.

The book does look very old it looks dull sheets and lots of yellow spots here and there.

But it seems like the book that has now become the property of Thunder is very special. The seller's father just gave a message to take care of it and it seems the seller knows very well about the book.

"Just a minute, Mas!" prevent the father of booksellers.

Thunder who was a step away from leaving the old bookcase stopped his steps and turned around.

"What's up, sir?!" Ask Thunder in surprise.

"Punten can come here for a while" asked the father of the bookseller to signal Gunur to approach next to him.

Thunder stepped closer to the request of the father of the bookseller and crouched to his left. While Kunto did not care much about it, he continued his steps towards the motor park on the side of the road not far from the flea book stall.

"Punten pisan ya mas, mas what's his name?" Ask the book seller.

"Thunder sir, what's wrong, sir?" tanya Thunder increasingly did not understand.

"Punten mas Guntur, not a disrespectful father yes but you got a whisper to give the book to Guntur mas. To make sure that Guntur mas is the right person, can you see his left hand?" say the book seller carefully.

Thunder was momentarily stunned to hear the father's request. The father of the book seller was like knowing that in his left hand there was a birthmark when his hand was covered with a levis jacket and long-sleeved t-shirt.

During college, no one knew that he had an unusual birthmark because since then he has always worn long-sleeved clothes except for his High School friends, only two people attended the same university.

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