THUNDERBOLTS

chapter 4

it was because ever since the shock, a strange thing had appeared: I had been happy to watch the lightning flash. If the sky

beginning to be filled with dark clouds, I was the first to run out. Cras! It appeared. I'm ecstatic. Then the sky is like a giant-gedean serdawa. The window panes shook and Watti screamed in horror. Cras! Cras! Cras! It is shaped like amebae. I'm getting happier. Space is also broken. Bigger chuckle da-d

tang and Watti closed their ears. Moments later, Dedi's employees were thronged out, rolling me in

homehouse. This whole body is soaked. Watching lightning often makes me dazed. Rainwater passes by without feeling. The incident kept repeating itself, to the point that they

initiative keeps me in my room when the rainy season comes. I could only stand by the window, closing my eyes in favor of every big gulp shaking the glass. Meanwhile, sayup-sayup sounded a cry of surprise to my brother in the middle room.

Watti who always longs for family drama began to raise the issue to the surface. One night at the table

eat-ralat, at half the ping pong table without the left leg that did not want to be thrown off Dedi until it was fouled by the fridge and alakazam! Be dining table!—Watti opens things, “Ded, Etra gets dark power." I don't understand what that means. However, I saw Dedi's eyebrows raised and his mouth formed a small roundabout. "Dark power?" he asked, "What is that?" Yep. I also want to know what it is, Watti straightened his spine, cleared his throat. “Watti

know from prayer meetings, Ded. Dark power means the power of the devil. Dedi did not know, the Etra as a child possessed every lightning, likes to laugh alone, dumbstruck at times, and,

raining." "Times?" Dedi looked over

staring at. I was nine years older than a week. Don't blame me for not being able to defend myself.“So, should it be flanked, dong?" Dedi asked again

Wattis

a small smile is a sign of satisfaction.

When it comes to the power of the devil, inevitably we have to talk about the power of God, a topic that caused Dedi to lose

self-confidence. Years, right after Mommy

died, Dedi stopped going to church. Only twice a year: Easter and Christmas. Others with Watti are actively following

prayer meetings can even evangelize and promote the power of Jesus to unknown people.

"Etra must be born again.” Watti said steady.

“Ha?" Dedi. His eyes vanished from sight.

With patriotism Watti explains his noble mission. "Tuesday tomorrow, Watti wants to take Etra to the federation, later he

helped by the brothers there. Only with hands

God, Ded, Etra can be cured."

I looked at Dedi. I hope there will be an argument.

However, the word “God" actually holds the key. Dedi stuffed his own mouth with a mouthful of ceplock eggs

then the mangosteen resigned.

On the Tuesday in question, Watti and I took a rickshaw to

federal place. Our bodies smell soap after an afternoon shower, white spruce face because the powder is uneven

Bible in hand. Watti brought a big and complete I brought a small one - the contents of which are only the New Testament. What I pursue is only small, free to carry heavy-duty

heavy, I always lose quickly from everyone in the matter of opening the word. It feels like a running race. The whistle is blown when

the leader of the service said, "Let's open the word of God from. priiit!" Everyone else ran to the finish line.

that is, the whole congregation has finished reading, covered with the sound of paper scrapes that I produced.

A symbolic sound from my feet.

This heart shrinks as soon as it takes off the sandals and enters

the room's got those mats. I remember one video

who played Dedi. The film Ateng and Iskak. The story is, they are two tuyul who live in television.

Ateng wear white clothes, Iskak wear black clothes. However,

of course both are still considered "black" because they are a nation of tuyul. At the end of the film, their story ends

azan Magrib broadcast. Ateng and Iskak kepa-nasan burned the holy verses of the Quran, not strong, and died

charred. If it's not wrong, the television will explode.

If Watti is right, if there really is a demon left

in me. tersang. Pimply.

This discomfort begins. Apparently Watti's been broadcasting news about me all day long. They welcomed

we're like special guest stars or seriously ill patients

just wait for death. I found a sympathetic and pitying look at each

fight eyes with fellowship members. Nothm

relieved, this mind even more tense. Shadow of Ateng and

Iskak in a black white tight gymnastics suit continued to attack.

The event opened with a long service. One song

can be repeated five times, to the extent that I was not

songs can be memorized. Kulirik Watti, his eyes brushed sticky, hands waving into the air. To relieve the tension, I decided to go along. However,

still can not rival the extraordinary spirit of Watti.

Not only choreographing, his mouth was also muttering. I

bring the ears closer, trying to cheat. Really just

sounded was-wes-wos. Anyway, a lot of "s". Peekily

gung, I tried. Ess.. ess... mises.....

After about an hour, we finally reached the top

the event. The worship leader, Bang Nelson, was skinny with glasses and thin hair with a shirt

the checkered cloth stuffed into the kegedean beige pants, stood up.