Behind the Eyes of INDIGO
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"Alia you do not have to go to school today" said Ms. Mia.

"Why mah?" you are still not feeling well, just rest at home, later Mama who calls your homeroom teacher to make permission" explained Ms. Mia.

Alia was silent and could not argue with her mother. He went back to his room and was alone.

While Ms. Mia cleaned the house and prepared all Sita's needs for school. After everything was done, he approached Alia who was sitting in her room.

"Are you scared, son?" ask Mia Ma.

"No, just not used to it" replied Alia briefly.

"Your mother was told to know the late Mbah Arsa, she said our family had a case" Ms Mia began to speak.

"What's Ma's tithy?" ask Alia.

"It's a kind of great-grandmother from the family, who have extraordinary knowledge, they can not only communicate with the inner eye, but many of them also keep certain heirlooms" explained Bu Mia.

"Heirlooms? what heirloom is Ma?" Alia was still curious.

"Sort of, there are in the form of keris, hair, even gemstones, and all that must be treated and maintained properly" he added.

"What does it include to give offerings?" ask Alia again.

"If the ancients did still believe the same as that"

"But isn't that a mah idol?"

"Yes! that's true! so from the beginning Mama never wanted when told to save something from Mbah Arsa" said Bu Mia while remembering something.

"What did you ever love ?" Alia was curious.

"Mama was once loved by a clean white stone, not too big, just about a thumb of an adult. The stone was like an eye, many times Mama tried to throw it away, but always came back"

"What time is Ma?"

"Do you believe?"

"Well, if that one I've never seen, but if the other one...." Alia began to recall the events she had been through.

"What about the big tree?" mia asked as she looked into Alia's eyes.

Alia just nodded silently.

"It was a teak tree, it was decades old, even since Mama was a child it was that big" said Ms Mia.

Alia was still speechless and looked at her Mama, as if she wanted her Mama to continue that story.

"The late Mbah Arsa once said that in the tree there is indeed a living, a grandfather and his pet, the white monkey that you see it. He is called Hanuman"

"Kok rich in the story of the puppet is yes mah" Alia began to talk again.

"Yes! if people say first, the story of the puppet is indeed true, but Mama also does not know the truth. And about the monkey, Mama herself has never seen it, just heard it" explained Mia again.

"But Mah, isn't that annoying?" Alia kept asking to dispel her curiosity.

"They are there to guard, there is no intention to interfere, unless they are disturbed first"

"Well! there used to be people who wanted to cut down the tree, but could not, and strangely a chainsaw of that size could just break"

Alia was astonished to hear the story of her Mama, this time she kept asking because she felt she had to know about everything she experienced. Because everything he experienced was still related to his family and the deceased great-grandmother.

"Well, if the tasepuhan means to pass down his knowledge to his descendants right? but why aren't Mbah Arsa's children like him?" ask Alia.

"Not everyone can inherit the knowledge, only the chosen people, whose hearts are clean and there is no intention to enrich themselves with the knowledge at their disposal"

"I mean Mama?"

"It's all fate, son, you can't choose your own destiny" said Ms. Mia, hugging Alia.

"You must be strong! you have to be able to control it! do not let your soul be mastered!" said Bu Mia while continuing to hug Alia tightly.

"Ma. but sometimes I'm afraid of Ma." said Alia.

"Do you know that people's abilities are different?" mia asked as she let go of her embrace.

"I know mah, but what do you mean by what ability?" ask Alia curious.

"There are people who have a little ability, but he can control, so he can develop and make it as an advantage, but there are also those who do not pay attention to that ability and live as usual"

"I'm not going to mah?" alia said while shaking her head.

" You know Sita?" ask Mia Ma.

"I mean Mama Sita is also just as rich as me mah?" Alia was shocked to hear her mother's question.

" Of course not, Sita's ability is only a small speck, she can hear the sound, but that's all" explained Bu Mia.

" Can't you see I'm rich, huh?" alia said with a weakened tone.

" yes. And Mama would rather just let it go, just think of it as the wind, so it doesn't matter, and Mama doesn't have to tell Sita everything".

"But why did Mama tell me?"

"You're special, son! since childhood there has always been someone who takes care of you, and your advantages are very perfect, it's just that you may still not be able to control" Ms. Mia tried to convince Alia.

Alia bowed and pondered. "So you mean, I can't ignore my strengths? and must learn to control?" Alia began to understand her Mama's words.

"You're a smart kid! you can do it!" Mia's mom is trying to encourage Alia.

"As long as you know yes, Mama can actually feel, sometimes Mama also knows good things and bad things that will happen, but can't see what else is communicating" explained Ms. Mia.

Alia just silently looked at her Mama and tried to smile.

"Oiya Mah, if it's about my Barbie doll..." Alia remembered about her doll again.

"The doll is already inhabited, and it has accompanied you for a long time, so it is up to you to save or throw it away. Mama just told you never to be afraid when you see anything! that's it, you have to believe in yourself!" said Bu Mia while smiling at Alia.

Alia nodded and returned a smile from her Mama.

"Yes Mama came out first well, you rest" said Ms. Mia as she left Alia's room.

While Alia was still sitting speechless and looking back at her beloved doll.