Hey Indigo Girl (The Series) TAMAAAAAT!!!!
The Part 5 Dr. Daniel

After the dawn prayer, I helped Ms. Heni make breakfast. This morning Ms. Heni cooked green chili fried rice, and this food is my favorite. It seems like I haven't eaten it in a long time. Even while still living at home, you rarely make this food.

"Anyway, Mba. I want to bring breakfast for Grandma Siti first," said Ms. Heni, but still busy with some food ingredients that she will cook again.

"Eh, Mum. Let me, that's it if I can." Ms. Heni seemed silent for a moment, as if she was hesitant to let me drop off Nek Siti's breakfast. "Eum, but if you can't, that's okay, ma'am."

"Oh, that's not what I mean, Mba. I just don't feel good, because Nek Siti won't respond much. Even the situation is a little creepy. Usually that's what people say when they see Nek Siti."

"What's worse, ma'am?" I ask who is curious.

"Eum, yes already, please Mba Aretha see for yourself." A tray of sum-sum porridge was given to me with a warm tea that was given a plastic straw.

I pushed the door that was already half open. At the window was sitting a woman with typical kebaya clothes, like the grandmothers of old. My great-grandmother used to wear such clothes even when she was at home.

"Assalamualaikum, Grandma. Good morning," I'll try to be polite and friendly. I immediately approached and sat on the bedside. While Nek Siti was still in her wheelchair, facing a wide open window. He glanced at me, and only his two eyeballs could move.

"Meet me, I'm Aretha, Grandma. Maybe Mr. Heni or Mr. Karjo already told me about me and my friend, Danu, who will be living temporarily in this village. We're auxiliary teachers, who'll teach the kids here." I kept a smile on my lips, trying to create a positive image for Nek Siti.

It's gruesome? I can't even describe how the old lady before me is doing right now. However, it is not a terrible sentence that is right to describe it. But, pathetic. That's what I see as far as the eye can see.

I don't know how old Nek Siti is. It must have been over 60 years. All white hair. The wrinkles are visible all over his skin. Nek Siti also has eye bags and a black circumference in her eye area. His body was very thin, even it felt that there was only a small amount of flesh wrapping around the skin.

"Grandma breakfast first, yes," I said, preparing all the trays, and putting them on the table. I'll take the hot tea first. As the tip of my straw approached the wrinkled pale lips, he did not move at all. "Oh, can't you, huh, Grandma?" I asked as if I was aware of a mistake I made myself. I opened Nek Siti's mouth slowly. "Sorry, yes, Grandma."

That way, Grandma could drink warm tea easily. The activity continues again, evaporating porridge made by Bu Heni. I kept doing that while talking to him. Of course with the talk of myself. Talk unilaterally. Because Nek Siti can't respond to anything. However, suddenly when I discussed about the house in front of us now, Nek Siti immediately turned weird. He glanced at me sharply, and did not want to continue his breakfast.

"Grandmother why? Full already?" I asked, still trying to be polite and friendly. Nek Siti even growled, her body also shook. I can't even describe how he feels. Getting angry? Afraid? Pissed off? Or ... Ah, I don't know. This is new to me. I do not understand how the character Nek Siti, or even his heart. But his attitude is getting out of control. Even his moans began to trigger the arrival of Bu Heni and Pak Karjo who now appeared behind the door.

"Mom, why grandma?" asked Bu Heni then approached, checking his condition. I who felt bad, immediately moved up and walked backwards to the door. There was Mr. Karjo who was still silent. Danu also finally came closer, and continued to question me with many questions.

"I don't know, Dan. Suddenly Nek Siti kayak gini after I discussed the house," I was a bit shy. Mr. Karjo looked straight at me, like he was surprised. Same with Mrs Heni. "Already, Grandma. It's okay," said Bu Heni trying to calm the old woman down.

"It's all right, Tha. What about the horror house. I've known we see the place every morning, use it in the same discussion as Grandma!" nagel Danu then she pulled my hand out of the room.

"And, I'm just asking, Nek Siti knows the family? That's it."

Mr. Karjo followed us to the kitchen. He looks uncomfortable in this situation. "Sir, I'm sorry if I was wrong. I didn't mean anything. I just want to be able to get along with Grandma" I explained with slightly teary eyes.

"It's okay, Mba Aretha, it's me who should apologize. Nek Siti is always so if discussing anything related to the house," he explained.

"What's the matter, sir?"

"The grandmother used to come there, to massage Bu Fani, and sometimes even to massage her children. That grandma used to be a traveling incandescent. When the incident happened, Mr. Yodi wanted to kill Grandma too. Because it turns out Grandma knew about the affair, Bu Fani. So until now it's possible that trauma kept him remembering."

"Yes my. Sorry I don't know, sir. I promise I won't talk about the house anymore."

"Yes, Mba Aretha, it's okay. Grandma's gonna be better soon." This time Mr. Karjo looks smiling, although a little forced.

After the morning drama, Danu and I started walking to the madrassa that we were going to use to teach. The morning air here, it's soothing. Some of the people we met looked very friendly. Danu and I discussed what materials we would teach the children later. The road feels a bit damp, even on other parts of the road is a bit muddy.

The roar of the car engine sounded and passed us. Puddles of water in the middle of the rocky road, crushed the tires of the big car. As a result, my clothes splashed a little dirty water that almost looks like chocolate milk.

The car stopped, Danu cursed, a little annoyed when my clothes were dirty. Someone's out the steering door. A man in a white and neat shirt. He ran a little towards us.

"Eh, sorry sorry. I did not intentionally!" said the young man, it seems that his age is not far from us.

"Yes, yes, Mas. That's okay," I said while trying to ah arrived my shirt that was slightly stained.

"You ... Oh, teacher help from that town, huh?" he asked while watching the two of us take turns.

"Eum, yes, you?" I asked to look at him confused. He doesn't look like a villager. It looks neat and looks like a city person.

"Oh, introduce, I'm Dr. Daniel." He then extended a hand to us.

"Oh, Dr. Daniel, I'm Aretha and this is Danu."

"Well, finally this village the arrival of the teacher help also, may you feel at home, yes." Dr. Daniel looks friendly and polite. "Eh, what if we both go to the madrasah, because my clinic is also near there," asked Dr. Daniel.

"Well, it's a coincidence." Danu chimed in with a radiant face.