Hey Indigo Girl (The Series) TAMAAAAAT!!!!
9. first interference
The sun just sunk a few minutes ago. Radit's car came into the courtyard greeted by Aretha cheerfully.
"Assalamualaikum" Radit said as soon as he got out of the car.
"Wa aleikum salam." Aretha immediately greeted the husband by taking over the suit that he sipped on the right arm.
"A lot of work, huh?"
"Yes, honey. Duh, sorry yes, I forgot to take the car home. There's a lot to take care of."
"Not what - what. Where am I not going anyway. Just to the stall deket house there.," explained Aretha as she wrapped her hands to Radit's waist. They both went inside the house.
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"What cooking, honey?" radit asked as soon as he sat on the dining table chair. Her hair was still wet from the shower.
"So I bought spinach with gurameh fish." Aretha took the rice to Radit. While the husband watched his wife's cooking with a fluffy smile.
"Asiatic. Sweet sour gurameh, huh? Wow, every gini day. Deket you, in masakin every day gini." Radit hugged the waist of Aretha who was standing beside him.
"Ish, you are. Every time you go home, I always go. Only if it's mager again, we eat outside."
"Yes, honey. But now it can be every day. Usually if I'm out of town, you can't eat your cooking gini."
"Yes, yeah. Oh yes, Dit. How are we going to do the study tomorrow? Tomorrow is sunday. You're off, right?"
"Yes, holiday. Oh, yes, too, baby. I thought that too. Good thing you took it again. Keep cooking or order, baby?"
"You gotta know how many people you want to invite, baby. You know how many people are near our house?"
"Later to go to the house of Mr. RT first, yes. All right, just report our move."
"You know Mr Rt's house, honey?"
"Look. Mr. Slamet said yesterday. Oh yeah, how did the house go. Finally, the bathroom will not be cleaned, baby?"
"Yes. Generated. Just said Mr. Slamet needs a lot of material. You are ready first, will be worked on by Mr. Slamet."
"Oh that. Yes already. Tomorrow I send the building materials. Most mondays. The shop's closed on Sunday."
"OKAY. Yes already. Eat first, yuk."
They enjoyed this simple dinner together.
That night they spent in the living room. Radit is still struggling with a laptop for work. While Aretha just fun watching tv while eating snacks.
Suddenly the creaking of the door on the top floor sounded. Aretha and Radit looked up, then looked at each other.
"Who's up there?" ask Radit.
"There is no ah. Mr. Slamet with Bu Jum has returned. I told Mr. Slamet that the door to the main room. Not yet confirmed."
"Is that the door that sounds?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Don't the balcony door not be closed yet, huh? So the door's open, got wind?"
"Yes, I'll check upstairs." Radit walked up the stairs. Aretha just sat on the sofa still while enjoying a snack on her lap. But apparently the oddity doesn't just get there. Now downstairs, the piano in the corner of the stairs is clinking. Like someone pressed one of his keys. Aretha looked at the object seriously.
He tried to focus on seeing who had played the piano. Before long, a shadow seemed to be running towards the stairs. It doesn't look clear, just like a shadow. Aretha continued to be on guard with the surroundings.
But his attention returned to Radit who was coming down from the stairs while randomly shuffling his hair.
"Where, baby?"
"The balcony door's been locked, Yang." He immediately sat back beside Aretha.
"Certainly? The door to the room is open?"
"Yes." Yeah." Radit turned to Aretha with a puzzled look. He wanted to know what was going on upstairs. Because there is no way the door in the main room can move if there is no wind.
"Maybe the wind was tight through the window, Yang. Mr. Slamet must have forgotten to close the door."
"Eum, it could be." Radit looked around, like he was watching some corner of the room in the house. "I think we really should be in study, Tha."
"Yes. Indeed so. We all know the people around us, right?"
"Yes. If that ends, I'll go to Mr. Rt's house, yes."
"I'm coming along" whined Aretha as she hugged her husband's arm.
"Cold, baby, outside. Mending at home. I walk there anyway. You see, the road to Mr. Rt's house passes through a narrow alley."
"I'm coming along anyway." Aretha continued to whine while looking around.
"Why you?"
"No need to be left anyway. You know, there was a strange incident at the stall, Dit."
"What's this weird thing, honey?"
"And I'm talking to mommy at the stall. Just as I was about to go home, suddenly there was one of the mothers there who said gini. 'Mba Aretha, her son was not invited home?' We don't have children yet. And around there were a lot of kids. I'm rattled. Which child he means. As he pointed, I didn't see anyone there. It's weird, Dit."
"Hm, that's weird. But what other mother? They see, too, don't they?"
"Yes. They saw it too. Uh some of it. The rest are busy shopping. Even if the child he meant was a subtle-creature, why can't I see, huh?"
"Yes. That's why. Bizarrely. Maybe your abilities are declining, baby?"
"Descending? Mending if you can just disappear. I'm lazy to look at that."
They both remain equally silent.
"Eh one more, baby. The first time we came here ... I saw a female figure. He was wearing a red shirt, standing in the middle of the tea garden in front of the house. At first I saw him near the village entrance. Keep in front of the house."
"Oh yeah? Why are you just telling me?"
"I think that's normal. I forgot to tell you."
Azan isya. They both then ended the conversation earlier and immediately took water wudu for congregational prayer. After that they will go to the nearest Mr. Rt's house. Although the close distance in question is not as close as they think.