Hey Indigo Girl (The Series) TAMAAAAAT!!!!
8. painting

A month has passed since my abduction. Tomy is named as a suspect in a kidnapping and murder case. He is proven to have killed Friska by accident. Tomy does put his heart on Friska, but Friska is more interested in Billy. That is what makes his emotions soar. Friska's body was buried in her backyard. This makes a scene one school as well as the neighborhood where Tomy lives. Tomy's parents are deeply ashamed of her son's actions. Even the father never wanted to visit his son while in custody.

"Eh ... Go to my house first. I haven't brought the same shoes as a basketball uniform," Radit's pinta a little pushy.

This afternoon Arden, Radit, Doni, Dedi and Ari schedule basketball practice. We also agreed to Radit. And this is also what I'm waiting for, because I've never been to his house.

Radit is better than ever. As a result, after returning home from school you follow Radit to his home. I did whine to come along, because I was bored at home alone. Both my parents are out of town. As for Kiki, don't ask why they want to join them in basketball practice at school. Obviously because there's Doni. Danu and Dion are also active basketball players, just like Arden, Radit, Doni, Dedi, and Ari. In two cars, we split up. One car to Radit's house, one car to Doni's. Because only the two of them had not brought training equipment.

Arriving at Radit's house, all were a little amazed by the sight before us. Except for Brother Arden. Radit's house is pretty fancy. The gate was high, with a very wide courtyard, wider than Kiki's courtyard, but not with me. He felt uncomfortable when he saw this house. There's something else.

"Aja Melongo," said Dion to me who sat beside him, next to Danu, while the front seat was occupied by Kak Arden. I just glared at the usual nosy Dion.

"You go in first. I went straight to the room, yeah," Radit said, unbuckling his seatbelt, getting out of the car. He ran inside and left us.

"Yuk, in. Sultry here," take Brother Arden down first.

"Sir .." called me and followed my brother's steps by wrapping his hands around his arms.

"Why? "ask Brother Arden casually.

"Have you ever been here before?"

"Udah. Wh why? Something's not right, is it?" brother Arden asked seriously while staring at my strange girly since arriving.

That's Brother Arden, he can behave like a normal human in general if he does not want to use his abilities. Brother Arden can arrange as he wishes. When does he want to see astral beings or not. Brother Arden could feel a dark aura around him that was marked by fever on his body, but only if the aura already felt pitch-black. Whereas I can immediately know and feel if there is a supernatural being somewhere.

"I'm not sure yet, brother. Just how ya doin. I don't like it here" I said, tightening his arms around my brother.

"Well, we're here any minute, right?"

Arriving at the living room whose door was wide open, we entered and just stood staring at some antique furniture in this room. Dion observed every corner of the room, then was glued to a painting of a woman. Women wearing traditional Javanese clothes that look very beautiful. Every detail of the color is like life. This also makes me amazed and teach Dion.

"It's cool, Tha," said Dion, staring in amazement at the painting before us.

I reached out, touched the painting. However, in just a matter of seconds, I instantly retracted the hand. My forehead wrinkled. Looking at this painting is strange. Like there is an electric shock with a silhouette of an event. A torture that is still blurry. It is not clear who the victim was and who did it.

Radit House is indeed a lot of paintings and sculptures. It seems like Radit's parents really like art. There are also large and luxurious jars, which definitely cost quite a bit. This adds to the horror at Radit's house. The statue is not recommended for our family. Mother does not like such displays. Even for paintings and photos there are very few in our house.

"Why, Deck?" ask Arden who saw me strange.

I shook my head slowly, not sure what I saw just now.

Radit, who was ready in a basketball uniform, was surprised to see me. He approached. Like the others who now surround me.

"Why you?" radit was confused. Everyone finally stared at the painting. If I or Arden were acting strangely, they would immediately suspect that something was wrong.

"Where did you get this painting, Dit?" I kept staring at this painting with an uncomfortable feeling.

"Oh that, Papaku can fit again to Bali. Just a month here. Why, Tha?" ask Radit to investigate.

"Not what ... Let's go straight to school, "take me and walk to the front followed by the others. Although there is a sense that is still stuck, I try to brush off all that so that friends do not worry, especially Radit.

When we got to school, we went to the basketball room. There is already Kiki and Doni who are more friendly. The atmosphere around is also crowded by some children who will play basketball.

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Basketball training begins. This is also a match between teams. Kiki and I sat on the top seat. There were also a few spectators around. So the afternoon competition was pretty crowded.

"Eh, Tha, look at the three girls over there," Kiki pointed at him by raising her chin.

"Why?" ask me to relax. With eyes constantly following the movements of players.

"Risma has a heavy crush on Radit" whispered Kiki deliberately said that.

"Certainly? What's the problem for me?" I asked casually a little cynical, but my eyes glanced at Risma. I was curious and noticed every detail of the girl across with a dislike look.

"Well, Aretha! Don't be so cocky. I know you have a crush on Radit" said Kiki ceplas-ceplos.

"Who said, ngawur!" my elak then focused on watching the basketball game.

"Hmm, how long do I know you, Aretha? What the hell don't I know from you, huh?" ask Kiki in a cynical tone.

"Let's go, Ki. On the other hand I'm the same Radit also has nothing to do," I said coldly.

The basketball practice ended with applause from the coach and the audience. I am also very enthusiastic about giving aplous to them.

Kak Arden's team came closer to where Kiki and I were sitting. Their bags are indeed here because we are in addition to being spectators as well as guardians of their bags. Pretty useful too, right. I thrust a bottle of drinking water into Brother Arden. Brother Arden immediately gulped the water up the toilet.

Meanwhile, Risma approached Radit who was looking for something in his bag. With sweat still running all over the body. Even his clothes had been partially wet. He paid no heed to the sweat that began to drip down to the floor.

"Revents ... I brought you some juice. You must be thirsty, right?" ask Risma who suddenly was already among us. And enough to give us confusion, by throwing one another's eyes.

"No need. I don't drink ice if I'm doing the baskset."

Radit glanced at me while gulping down the drinking water he had just taken out from inside the bag. Everyone glanced at Risma and Radit then turned to me who was somewhat misbehaved to see Radit being approached by Risma. I don't know why I'm getting so hot. Risma's little dead flea gets a rejection from Radit, but her efforts certainly didn't just get here.

"Dit, go home with yuk. Our house is unidirectional," take Risma a little spoiled.

"I'm sorry, I'm back with Aretha later."

Radit looked at me sharply, I glared, and was shocked by Radit's statement just now. Radit blinked one eye at me without Risma knowing. And I understand what he means.

"Aretha's not going home with Arden, is she?" Risma glanced at me, cynical. It seemed that he did not want to fail in attracting Radit's attention.

"I want to go with Dedi later, so Aretha goes home with Radit," said Arden conspiring with Radit's plan. They are very compact, yes. Risma was a bit upset, but she was able to cover it up so as not to be too obvious.

"Oh yeah, next time, Dit. I turned back to Angel," he said and then passed away leaving Radit who was still indifferent.

We then only responded with a wry smile to let go of the two women.

"Yes already sono, at home first," asked Kak Arden to glance at me and his best friend.

"Where are you going with Dedi?" manya curious.

"Regular, men's business" said Arden casually. I pursed my lips, then pulled Radit's hand.

"Ciee" joked Danu and laughed with the others.

"Eh! Don't be a prank!" threaten Radit while poking his lips with a slightly reddened face.

"Wooo! Smiling too!"

Arriving at the parking lot, Radit held my hand and looked at both balls of my eyes fixedly. I just kept pulling Radit's hand with my mouth locked.

"Wait a minute. You why?" radit asked me who was standing in front of him. I realized that my attitude was a little more spoiled than usual by constantly bending my face and staring at my own feet that kept swiping to the ground. Not answering Radit's question, he ruffled my hair with a faint smile. "Aretha .." Call Radit again for not getting a response from me.

"That's okay," I said, finally opening my voice while turning my face the other way. Radit. He looks confused. "Yes, let me get home."

When Radit turned around and took me to the car, I held Radit's hand in the front. There's someone in Radit's car. The woman in the painting. She was very beautiful with sharp and cold eyes.

Radit. "What's up?"

"dtm .... " I stammered and was confused as to how to explain to Radit. I'm so riled up. Several times looking at Radit's car parked not far from us, and it must have been realized by Radit.

Radit brought his face closer to mine. "Hey ... What was? You see what?" he asked while looking at the car. He realized there was something strange that I had seen earlier. I lowered my head and looked at Radit's face as I gulped many times. When I looked again into Radit's car, the figure was gone. I looked around, and there was no one around.

"It's okay. Yuk, go home," take me and just get in the car. Radit just scratching my head to see my behavior that really likes weird. I'm sure he thinks so.

Along the journey Radit ngoceh ngalor-ngidul. While I just quietly listened. I am still curious about the figure of the woman. How could the figure of the woman look so much like the object in the painting. Did the woman come out of the painting? This sounds strange if it is said.

"Radrite."

"Yes, Tha?"

"Mmc ... You stay home alone ... not afraid?"

"Fearful? Afraid what?" Radit asked back.

"Yes what, satan ... for example," I said to slow down the tone, while looking at the streets around.

Radit was silent for a moment. As if he was going to tell me, but still hesitated.

"Mmc ... Why are you doing that? You see anything in my house?"

I looked at Radit inside, "Okay, Dit. I'm not comfortable with your house," I explained, then turned to look out the window.

"Maybe you have to come to my house often."

"Well?"

"Yes ... Why that cake. Play marbles cake, or play hide and seek," said Radit chuckled at his own answer.

I did not respond, and just folded both hands in front of my chest. We were silent for a moment. Shortly after, I touched my neck. And look back. Apparently, the figure of the woman was sitting in the back seat. His face was pale, silent with no expression. I suddenly looked forward again with more frenzy. trying to ignore it, consider the figure does not exist. Merely, my attitude was inversely proportional to my thinking. The figure had started to play games with Aretha by blowing slowly in her ears. That doesn't apply to Aretha alone, but to Radit as well. Radit grabbed his nape and looked back. Then again saw Aretha who increasingly wrong behavior. He kept his eyes closed with his face facing the window. Not only that, the sound of the mouth that was chewing sounded noisy.

"No, Dit. You go there first," pinta Aretha with the condition of the body that began to limp. It would be uncomfortable if Radit saw him in this situation.

"That's okay," Radit said gently and continued to accompany Aretha.

After all her entrails came out, Aretha tried to sit on a nearby bamboo chair. Radi went back to his car, took wind oil to massage Aretha." How's it? No urgency?"

The already weak Aretha was only able to nod.

"Yes, we're going home. Let you rest" said Radit, holding Aretha's hand. However, when he got near his car, aretha again held Radit's hand. Radit realized, there was something wrong with the car. He looked, "Why, Tha?"

"That, Dit. In your car .." Aretha whispered.

Radit squinted his eyes, looking into the car. Instantly his eyes were rounded, he took one step back, then turned to face Aretha with a pale face." So that's what you saw?" tanyanya slow. Aretha nodded in response. Radit took a deep breath. "So she will go, it's normal, too" Radit said. As if something like this was common. A few minutes later, Aretha returned to see Radit's empty car. Finally they can go home too, Aretha's condition is also better. But Radit's attitude is now strange.

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The sound of the door being knocked violently and hurriedly, woke Aretha up to sleep. "Who the hell is coming gini nights," Inner Aretha. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand.

"Astagfirefull!" Aretha was shocked when she saw the clock showing at one in the morning. He was silent for a moment while sharpening his hearing. Apparently, the door of his house is being pounded on someone. There must be a guest coming in with a very important affair.

He immediately left the room irritated. Once outside, Aretha saw Arden who was also disturbed by the midnight guest. "Who is it, brother?" ask Aretha.

Arden shrugged both of his shoulders and continued to stare at the living room. They both seemed reluctant to open the door. Soon Indra and Nisa also came out of the room.

"Who the hell is that? Try to see first! Kok even on the bengong," Indra's orders.

"Fear the invisible guest, Father," said Aretha shutting her mouth that kept yawning withstanding drowsiness.

"Fear the same unseen."

"Daddy isn't scared?"

"Little."

Aretha glanced sharply at the father, who responded to the thin smile of the forty-year-old man.

Arden walked towards the door slowly and with a sense of anxiety, followed by Nisa. As the door opened, they were all shocked to see Radit standing outside with a deathly pale face. Arden immediately pulled Radit's hand into the house and told him to sit in the living room. Aretha rushed to fetch water to the kitchen.

"What's up, Dit ?" ask Arden worriedly. Seeing his best friend look scared. Radit was still silent with a blank look.

"Why are you, Dit ?" asked Nisa who was also anxious to see Radit's strange attitude. It's like someone who sees a demon.

"Because of her time" said Indra. Nisa elbowed her husband without taking her eyes off the boy in front of her.

"Can I stay here tonight?" radit asked softly, staring expectantly one by one the inhabitants of this house. They all frowned hearing Radit's words just now.

"What's in your house, Dit ?" aretha asked curiously while giving her a glass of water.

"B ... Thatu, Tha. That was in the car. He keeps showing up everywhere. I'm afraid," said Radit frustratedly as he grabbed his own hair.

Nisa looked at Radit then approached and sat down next to him, "Son Radit, can tell me slowly, maybe Aunt can help." Radit stared at Nisa for a while, then told her about all the events she had experienced in her home. To the extent that he also told me that he had seen the woman himself come out of the painting. That's why he never felt at home.

After hearing Radit's words just now, Nisa looks silent and thinks for a moment, "Yes, Nak Radit slept here just once Arden, tomorrow morning we see the state of Nak Radit's house, yes."

"Thank you, Aunt."

Late into the night, they return to their rooms and Radit sleeps in Arden's room. Even though Radit had a hard time forgetting the incident just now, he was quite calm in this house. Arden snores, apparently able to hypnotize himself and follow Arden to dreamland. In this house there is not a single subtle creature that can enter and disturb its inhabitants. Nisa always diligently read the Koran, especially the letter of the Albaqarah for the fence of her house.

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The next morning Aretha seemed to be helping Nisa prepare breakfast. Coincidentally this is Sunday. The plan is after breakfast, they will go to Radit's house as planned last night.

"How many weeks do your parents come home once a week, Dit ?" ask Indra on the sidelines for breakfast together.

"No sure, Om. Sometimes once a month, sometimes once a year," Radit replied, scooping the fried rice into his mouth.

"If Radit needs friends or bored at home, just play here" said Nisa friendly.

Arden automatically glanced at Aretha as he cleared his throat. While Aretha glared at her brother's jail behavior. Indra who saw the behavior of his children also cleared his throat, as a reminder their breakfast has not run out. The twin brothers smiled at their father, then continued eating.

After they had finished their breakfast, they rushed to Radit's house. On the way, Indra and Nisa asked a lot about Radit's family and daily life. Aretha looked indifferent, but actually listened to this chat. While Arden stuffed his ears with a headset and closed his eyes, he had memorized how his friend was doing.

Arriving at Radit's house, Nisa immediately close her body to Indra. It seemed Nisa had already sensed the strangeness that was happening. Just like when Aretha set foot in this house for the first time.

"Come Om, Aunt .." take Radit who has walked in front while opening the door.

They all went inside, and once inside, Nisa went straight to the painting of the woman Radit was referring to. Though many other paintings in this house, and Radit has not even told which painting has plagued his night so far. As if a magnet, Nisa immediately found the cause of the problem in this house.

"Where, Nda ?" indra asked while embracing his wife.

Nisa touched the painting, "Masyaallah," she screeched and took a few steps back.

"Why, Nda?" ask Indra again.

"Let's touch this painting. There's the same weird painting," Nisa pinta told them all. Without waiting for the second command, they touched the painting together. When Indra touched her, she did not feel any strangeness. And so is Arden. Even Arden to close both his eyeballs, to be more focused. He was still curious about what his mother saw. Then when Aretha and Radit were tearing them together, their fingers touched for a moment, as they stood quite close. Suddenly they were shocked, like there was an electric shock and then there appeared some silhouette images like yesterday. Aretha immediately glanced at Radit. The man next to her looked somewhat traumatized, his breathing heaving.

"It's the same as what I saw yesterday fitting here, but the shadow was clearer, especially when my hand hit Radit," Aretha explained as if in disbelief.

"You, Dit?" ask Nisa.

"There's a shadow of that fight, Auntie."

"That's what you saw, Nduk?" asked Nisa who responded to the nod from her daughter. Nisa seemed to think hard, then looked at Aretha and Radit alternately.

"You try again, but .. try while your hands go together with each other."

This time the two of them were more focused on doing it as Nisa suggested. Radit's right hand grabbed Aretha's left hand, then they touched the painting together while closing their eyes.

The silhouette of the incident was again seen more clearly. A woman whose face was the same as the one in the painting was being persecuted by a man, the woman's head was smashed against the wall until her blood poured out. The woman's body drooped weakly, until finally the woman died in a state of eyes that are still open. The man who began to panic dragged the body to his home warehouse. He looked very depressed and regretful, but then his net glanced at an ax not far from him. He grabbed the axe and brutally cut the woman's legs off. There was no more compassion, only worry if he was caught killing the woman. The foot was then put into a large plastic, followed by another body piece. He lifted the mutilated body into the trunk of his car. While he waited for the situation outside deserted, the blood of the corpse continued to drip until he finally contained it in a medium-sized bucket of paint. When the neighbors around his house were not seen, the man closed his car garage and immediately took the body away.

He returned when it was dark. Get into the car garage, then immediately close it with suspicious movements. Bucket filled with blood earlier, he took it to his room. The room where he painted and made beautiful art. He looks frustrated and continues to imagine the face of the woman he had killed earlier. He grabbed the brush and started sketching the woman's face and body. He also used the woman's blood as a mixture of paint in this painting. The electric shock just now continues to feel stronger. Unable to bear it, Aretha let go of her hand, and so did Radit.

"What's wrong?" ask Arden curiously.

"I see, the woman in the painting was murdered. Continue ...."

"His blood is used to paint this painting" Radit said.

"Tell, Deck?" ask Indra to her daughter. Aretha nodded by staring at the painting.

"Goddess!" pekik Nisa, Indra and Arden together.

"How good is it, huh? What do we throw away, Bun?" ask Arden.

"We'll take him to Yusuf's house."

They nodded in agreement. Joseph was the most reliable in this way.

"Oh yes, Dit. if you can, this is just a suggestion. Lessin deh, statues and wall hangings that picture living things," said Nisa pointed to some paintings and statues around them.

"Yes, Auntie, Radit's going to let Mama and Papa first. Mama Papa is rarely at home."

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"Where, brother? You can, right? Help Nisa. Nisa doesn't know what to do" the mother-of-two explained, after telling her everything. The white-covered man in front of them, was silent as he stared at the painting in his hand.

"Oh yeah, stay here for the painting. Let Brother take care, but as much as possible, you find out who the painter is. Because this includes criminal acts. Maybe even his body was not buried properly" Yusuf said.

"Yes, Pakde, later Radit will ask Papa who is the painter," replied Radit rather hesitantly with his head lowered.

After the incident, Radit sent his parents home. Even seem pushy. Three days later, Radit's parents are back. Papa Radit looks very shocked by the incident that befell his son.

"Well, you don't think Mr. Made did that."

"Is this possible to do with Mr. Made's death, Pa?" mama Radit asked who was sitting next to her son while stroking Radit's back gently.

"Mr Made's Death?"

"Pak Made, the owner of this painting recently died, Dit," his father said with cold eyes. "He killed himself jumping into a well behind his house. Mr. Made did open a gallery for his paintings, and he was there more often" the thin-bearded man continued.

"Killed yourself?"

"And in that well, some human bones were found."

"Don't .. The bones belong ...."

"It looks like the police are identifying the case further, and Papa heard, the bones found in the well were immediately autopsied and will definitely be buried properly later."

With Joseph's help, the bloody painting no longer disturbs Radit. Papa Radit has also made sure the body of the woman in the painting is immediately properly buried. The case was closed because the perpetrator also died. Joseph kept it in a private room with some of his other collections.

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