Hey Indigo Girl (The Series) TAMAAAAAT!!!!
33. go home

ARDEN POV

After 5 days in Bali with many stressful and scary experiences, we finally returned home.

Om Wayan and Mr. Nyoman drove us to the airport.

After saying goodbye, we immediately boarded the plane that would take us home.

Actually it feels reluctant to leave this place, I am very comfortable here.

But we have to go home anyway.

In 2 days we also have to go to school.

This time, we were quiet. Everyone is busy with their own thoughts.

I sat next to Alya, she would rather stare at the scenery outside the plane than chat with me. I know he's pretty tired of everything we've been through since coming to Bali.

A collection of clouds may indeed be more interesting weighing talking to me.

"Al..," call me slowly.

"Hm... Why, Den?" alya asked, then looked at me with her trademark smile.

"I'm sorry, the holidays are fucked up" I said as I scratched my head.

He even widened his smile.

"not ah.. I'm happy to be able to vacation with you, just like the others.." the sentence stopped with a sad face.

"What's it, Al??" manya curious.

"Just I was a little scared, when I saw you lying in the basement of the house yesterday, I thought I'd never see you again, Den." He looks sadder.

I kept staring at him, while he could only keep his head down.

"I'm not papa, Al. Don't worry about it."

"Dad, I know.. But, hm... Udah ah, how so melow gini." he then smiled bitterly.

Why is he?

He used to give me a signal that I didn't understand at all.

Radit said, the girl really likes the code that is difficult to understand. Because Aretha jg often do that to Radit, who often makes Radit dizzy.

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It didn't feel like we had reached Jogja. We took a train to our city.

We finally arrived in the afternoon.

"Finally, go home too!"yelled Ari while stretching out her hands.

"Yes, I was first. "Said Danu saying goodbye, we decided to go home with each other by taking a taxi.

"Den.. Elu anter Alya first, right. Let Rethah amu me," said Radit.

I nodded, because that was my plan.

Retha is then taken by Radit to find a taxi with their luggage.

"I'm anterine, Al," I said to Alya.

He just smiled without saying a word.

After getting a taxi, I helped carry Alya's stuff and put it in the trunk.

He does a lot of shopping. I was overwhelmed to accompany him yesterday, when we were at the Sukowati market. I don't know how many times I've been with Alya around that market, and here's the result, the same groceries.

While my innate has been taken by Aretha and Radit earlier.

The taxi drove us to Alya's house.

"Oh yeah, Den. Here's to you," he said, then thrusting a shirt with the same color and motif as the one on his lap.

"Make me?" tanju.

He nodded in spirit.

I put it in front of my body to release its size.

"Bag, Al.. Thanks," I said gladly.

Apparently he bought this for me.

I really remember her struggle to get this shirt. He was willing to jostle and insist on picking up this shirt, which almost had a fight with someone else yesterday, and it turned out to be for me.

"Yes, Den. same thing. We are the same. if hangout together is used yes. "His request.

I'm nodding.

"Oh yes. " I took out a jewelry box, and I gave it to Alya.

"Make you, Al," I said.

He was silent and a little surprised.

"Seriously, Den? Make me?" alya's eyes sparkled, she then opened the box and immediately smiled happily.

"Good bgt, Den.. Thank you," he said, and immediately put on the pearl bracelet that I bought in Bali.

Not feeling, we also arrived at Alya's house.

"Eh, I've arrived" I said, looking around.

I went down with Alya and then I helped her put her luggage down.

"Sir, just a second, yes" I asked the taxi driver who drove us just now.

"Yes" he was waiting in the car.

I helped Alya bring her stuff into her house. It turned out that both of Alya's parents came out and were now on the terrace welcoming us.

"Hoo home yet, nduk? "asked Alya's papa.

"Udah, Dad. " Alya salim to her parents I was the same.

"Dianter Arden yes. Duh, ngerepotin. If just a phone call could be picked up papah, Al," said his mother Alya.

"No papa with aunt. All that. We thought the same aunt hadn't come home yet" I said.

"I'm sorry, Arden said goodbye. I have been waiting for you at home for sure. Next time Arden plays again," I'm fine

Actually I still want to linger here for a long time, it's just that my body feels very tired.

"Yes, Den. You're back, you must be tired, right?" ask Alya to me.

"Yes, Al. Yes, you are too, Al. Rest.. I'll play here later or tomorrow."

"Mm.. really yes. You promise to play here?" ask her with a slightly spoiled tone.

"Yes Al, promise. I'm playing here again. Tomorrow, aye.. I'll anterin you where you want. Want to shop for hours also ayok aja deh," said I while pinching his nose slowly.

Alya blushed in embarrassment.

Papah Alya cleared his throat and his mother Alya poked her lips.

God, I forgot that Alya's parents are still here.

"If that's what Arden said first.."

I'm getting a little awkward.

"Yes Arden. Thank you, yes, Alya.. Don't forget to come here tomorrow. Tuh, later Alya sulks if not so." joked his mamah Alya to me.

"Ah, mamah..," whined Alya while hugging her mama.

After saying goodbye, and immediately get into the taxi that took me and Alya. The day was nearing Maghrib time, and the weather was drizzling this time.

The taxi darted through the drizzle drizzle that was getting louder and faster.

I was busy looking at my phone, while smiling at my own smile looking at our photo in Bali yesterday, I felt a cold suddenly appear.

"Sir.. The air conditioner please be let down by the minute, yes" I asked Mr. Tono, the taxi driver.

"It's the smallest of these, Mas," he said as he glanced at me from the windshield.

Back I drowned on the photo on my phone. I smile at my own smile when I see a picture of Alya who was silent I took yesterday. His shady face makes me comfortable if I keep looking at him.

But suddenly, my left right side glass opened, and rain water went inside.

"Sir, how are the glasses opened? The chair will get wet later."I said.

"Eh. eum may be damaged mas," said Mr. Tono as he occasionally kept glancing at me from the windshield.

Broken? real timing? can that be so, the car glass goes down by itself because it is damaged?

As I became more uncomfortable, I looked around. It turned out that we were in a field and a garden, and I heard the azan maghrib just now.

Glacier!!

There was a figure wrapped in a dull white cloth with jet black eyes was standing by the roadside, his style was distinctive. His whole body was covered in a shroud and the top of his head was tied.

Well, it's pocong..

We passed the pocong and continued to go through the rain.

But at the next turn, I saw him again.

Damnit damnit!! How to follow gini anyway.

"Sir, you will stop by the mushola first."I asked Mr. Tono.

"Oh it's mas. I also have not prayed magrib," said Mr. Tono.

And soon we found a mushola.

Then we entered, some of the worshippers had finished performing the Maghrib prayer. But there is still a lot to think about here.

I and Mr. Tono pray together, and Mr. Tono who became the priest.

After the prayer, while I was trying to solemnly recite, Mr. Tono turned to sit opposite me.

"Mas, I saw you, right ?" his tanyanya confused me.

"See what, sir?" I asked him to repeat his question.

"That, that pocong on the road," he whispered as he glanced over and over.

"Mh.. You see that too?" I'm back with nanya.

"Actually from the car glass fitting next to the open mas, I have seen mas. 'he' sitting next to his mas. But I don't dare say." Mr. Tono's statement horrified me. Because I really didn't realize his existence earlier.

After a few minutes of talking, we continued on our way to my house.

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"Assalamualaikum," I said as I entered the house.

Apparently dad, mom and Aretha were watching tv in the living room.

"Wa alaikum salam," they said in unison without seeing me coming.

I sat down next to my mother and leaned my head against her. Mother hugged me while stroking my head gently.

However, the mother suddenly stopped and turned to the living room.

"Sister.. You wudhu used to gih. Then rest," orders mother.

"Why, Bun?" many confused.

Mother just shut up while looking at me fixedly.

"There," said the mother again.

I also understand your reasons. Without asking any more questions, I went to my room.

"Why the hell, Nda? What's up?" ask me and then come look in the direction you were looking at earlier.

Aretha just gawking while snacking.

Smile and go to the kitchen.

Surely mother wants to take the usual kitchen salt mother use. Usually mother uses rough salt as a medium of home protection from astral beings.

With prayer, the salt was spread in the yard.

And the creature must have followed me home.

I'm sorry, Bun, Arden accidentally. Hehehe