Hey Indigo Girl (The Series) TAMAAAAAT!!!!
Part 11 Revealed

Radit was silent as he looked at the empty house there. He looked surprised and as if his tongue was a fool to continue the sentence or perhaps the explanation he wanted to say to strengthen his statment earlier. I approached, stroking his shoulders gently. "There's something strange in that house, Dit. Even in this village there is a kind of rule that should not be violated by its citizens, and I'm the same Danu yesterday had violated it. Huh!" I sighed and immediately got Radit's attention. He looked up and looked at me inside. "What do you mean? What rule? Are you the same as them?" ask her by raising her tone.

"That's not what it means, Dit. They're good, just ...." All the stories and events that Danu and I experienced while here, I told Radit, every incident, every person we met, even every detail. Until last night's peak. How terror that we experienced and make me and Danu had not felt at home here. It's just the obligation that forced us to stay here that kept me and Danu afloat. If Danu is thinking of giving up, then I will strengthen her initial intention and the reason why we were able to get to this place. And vice versa. Besides, I am still curious about the figures we met yesterday. The figure of the man who strangled Grandma, the figure of Umm Sibyan, Kuntilanak who often appeared, and maggots who were on the plate fried banana Dr. Daniel. Until now I have not found the cause of the animal is in the food, even out of fried bananas that taste is still freshly cooked a few minutes before serving.

"so that?" tanya Radit looked as if thinking hard. There was a gurat of anxiety on his face and also a curiosity about the cause of the appearance and regulations of this village. "Tha, about the ban on exiting the house during magrib, it is in some places there is indeed such a thing. Even clothes that are already in the clothesline after night, should be washed first, because the devil will stick there. The same thing about small children who can not go out of the house, even newborn babies, who are not yet 40 days if magrib must be on me or awaited. Because of the disruption at that time. Just .. I just found out, if this village can be that extreme. People can't go out the house and close all the windows, because the genie is coming? That's weird, Tha. Or you could say, the genie is very brave and extraordinary in my opinion." Radit's knowledge of this deserves my thumbs up, he's starting to learn a lot about everything. From the religion that he grew deeper, and also about jinn and shetan. He realized that I was very close to 'them' and for sure he would also be affected because he was always close to me. Radit is more sensitive to subtle creatures, and it is natural that sometimes he can not distinguish which ghosts are human, especially if their forms are not terrible. Oh, I did too. Several times I met someone I thought was human, in fact they were astral beings.

"Yes, maybe because here is still far from the crowd, its geographical location supports the existence of 'them', so they very exist, Dit."

"But how are you? If you're not strong here, come with me tomorrow, yes." Radit's trying to give me full support to get me out of this place. It's just that I'm still considering it. It doesn't seem fair, if I give up just because of those creatures. After all, this isn't the first time I've dealt with astral beings. I can definitely face 'them'.

"God willing I can stand it. Later if I can't take it anymore, I'll tell you, pick it up. okay?" ask her for her opinion.

"Yes, I'll just give you. You are an adult and know what is best. Just a heart, baby. Good thing Danu is here with you, try if you're alone, I'll take you home right now!"

I then hugged him. It's heavy, but this is the life and the path I've chosen. I have to be consistent with my choice. Moreover, considering the faces of the children yesterday who were so enthusiastic about learning, it seems I can not bear to leave those who just started to return to learning after a few years no longer have a seat in education.

Today Radit also asked to come with us. He said he would help in the madrasa. Radit wanted to get to know my life while in this village, see how the people, and the children I've been telling you about.

"Finally we are not walking this time, Tha," exclaimed Danu with sparkling eyes. The distance from the house to the madrassah is good if taken on foot. Luckily there is Radit now, we can get there just by sitting in the car. Without having to spend energy and excessive sweating.

I've been sitting on the steering wheel, Danu in the back. Radit started the car engine, but after the distater repeatedly, the car engine would not turn on. It's weird, and it's certainly upsetting. Just now we are excited to face this morning, now our spirit dims again. "Why the hell!" radit then got down from the car followed by Danu. I finally came down to wonder what happened this time. Yesterday Danu's car, now Radit's.

"Feelings before I came here I brought the workshop. All is well, why is it broken now. Though this car is always routinely serviced," muttered Radit still checking his car engine in Danu aided.

"Ah, that's it, Dit. Free. The more bad luck we have." Danu stared at the clock on her wrist, wagging her hands to her face as the heat began to radiate to her body. It's true, the weather is hot now. Moreover, they began to struggle with the car engine since.

"Dit, how are you here? Let me take Danu to the madrasah. You really used to be his car. You know, I need to get to this town, there's some stuff I need to buy" I said. Radit nodded. As a result we both died Radit at home, while me and Danu continued our activities. Pity the children who have been waiting for us ever since.

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Radit's car has been successfully repaired even with extraordinary struggle. I even saw that he was very tired. But this car needs to be pushed in order to start the engine again. We need help from a few people. There's Danu, and Mr. Karjo. We need three more people. After asking some residents for help, we managed to find volunteers to help.

The car starts to turn on, I say goodbye to Danu because it will be gone for a while. It was heartless to leave him here alone, but I thought only briefly, if not for the vehicles, then I refrained from staying in the village. I need medicine for myself and for Grandma Siti. I think I have a recipe for that wound on his neck. Because I noticed, the wound didn't get better even though we had a doctor's order.

"Don't forget, my order!" tukas Danu when I was sitting on the bench next to the wheel.

"Yes, definitely. We'll be back before night. Don't forget, don't come out after the magrib. Take care, Dan." I felt anxious, my heart could not leave.

"Look down, Tha. I'm okay - what a time. I'm on the hunt, later."

"And! Yes, yes," said Radit. Danu waved her hand and nodded. We finally started leaving the house. The atmosphere of the village looks crowded with people going back and forth who do their activities, even in every field and field seen the men who are still farming.

"Honey .. Why are you?" ask Radit.

"I? Why why?"

"You look anxious, like you're not calm."

"It's okay, Dit. If you can't go back to the village, we'll go back to the village" I asked.

"OKAY. Ready."

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We started out of the village, even I also saw the mushola that Radit was talking about earlier. It looks broken and has not been used for a long time. It is located in front of the village gate.

"It's a pity, yes, the prayer is not used. It's still good, actually." The building is only half permanent, the bottom is already ceramic, but half the building up is still semi-permanent. Only made of bamboo and wood.

My phone started getting crowded with lots of notifications of messages and missed calls. Cell phone signals are starting to exist now, although at least a little at least I can communicate with the outside world. I smiled when I saw the spam messages Radit sent.

"Why laugh?" tanya Radit is still focusing on driving.

"Here, read your message! Funny." Funny." I didn't take my eyes off the flat screen in front. "Eh, dit, is there a gas station? I'm kebelet." I started to look around and saw some of the residents' houses. It feels relieved to see there are civilizations other than the village of Alas Ketonggo.

"Hm, I think there's rarely a gas station, Tha. Mostly we look for mushola only. All Dhuhur prayers."

"okay." I went back to reading so many messages, from Brother Arden, Mother, Father, Kiki, and Om Feri. Somehow the message from Om Feri caught my attention the most. Maybe because there's a responsibility behind all this. This job he offered us.

"Well, there's a mushola." Radit then pulled over and made me stare at the place he pointed. Finally we managed to stop for prayer and stretch the muscles - stiff muscles. The atmosphere of the mosque was quite crowded, there were some men who were cleaning the place of worship. Although we are late to attend congregational prayers, but the time of prayer dzuhur is still quite long.

Some of them looked at us in wonder, I realized because we were strangers. Radit and I immediately took the water. Radit also tried to be polite to them, smiling kindly and asking permission to pray here.

I began to wear shoes at the sacred boundary, some young men and even old people were seen still around the mosque. Radit caught up with me and discussed eating first or continuing on.

"Sorry, where are you and me from, huh?" ask one of the young men. Although some of his beard is already decorated with gray hair.

"Oh, yes, sir. We were actually from the city, but my friend happened to be teaching in the village there. This we want to go back to the city, there are some needs that must be purchased" explained Radit who now stands with a more polite attitude. Both of his hands were clasped and his body slightly bent, he said politely. Doesn't look arrogant or arrogant.

"Which village is it, ma'am?" ask the father confused. I went back to check the message from Om Feri because I had not had time to read the whole message.

"There, the village of alas ketonggo, sir." Radit pointed with his thumb, the direction we were coming from. At the same time I glared as I read Om Feri's message.

[Where are you straying to, Tha? The call continued the same village chief, he said you guys have not arrived!] The message made my blood rustle. I stood up and pulled Radit's body. "Read!" I pressed my head, trying to understand the situation.

"In the meantime, the village of alas ketonggo? This is the village of ketonggo, Mas." The father's explanation made us both look at the father.

"Sir, that's right. This is the village of ketonggo?" I asked with a face of disbelief.

"Yes, right. So this is the one who's gonna be the teacher helping us in our village?" ask the father again. "Mr ... Aretha, right, her name? This is Mas Danu, isn't it?" That question reinforces Om Ferries message.

"Yes right, sir, I'm Aretha. But this isn't Danu. Danu is still in the village. Village ... alas ketonggo."

"This ketonggo village, mba. Which Mba Aretha means? There is no other village here. This is the farthest village from just one. Well, after this village, there is indeed another village. But if there ... no settlement, mba."

My body slid to the ground, I shut my mouth and the one I'm thinking about right now. Danu's state! If this is indeed a village of ketonggo, then the village is ... what?

"Thank you for the information, sir." Radit pulled my hand. "Tha, you calm down. We'll get Danu now."

"So you came to the village? There used to be a settlement there, but it has been empty since 20 years ago. There was a terrible incident that happened to the village. So this village is the very end of the city. There is no other village."

"But at that time I saw the writing of the village of ketonggo plinth there, sir. That's why I'm the same Danu keep going there. And there's life, sir. There are citizens and lives that are the same as here" I explained with excitement. My reaction has prompted some residents to approach.

"How, Sir? What's up to?" ask one of the mothers who approached after seeing the crowd we made. My legs feel numb, no longer even feel any bone supporting them. Radit then explained all the events that I told the villagers. We sat on the terrace of the mosque. Mom was looking at me pity. "Patience, Mba. Pray for his friend - fine." He stroked my back gently, even we were given a warm sweet tea obtained from a stall near the mushola.

"Kan, Sir! Really what I said. The village is really - there are magical activities. Wong I've seen for myself. Mba, I honestly saw you through our village and into that village, I was looking for grass near the mosque there. I was confused when someone went in there. I thought you guys were straying and going to turn around, only I didn't check. Do you turn around or not," said one young man with a mature sapodilla body.

My head was getting heavier, my consciousness was beginning to disappear. At the end with the screams of Radit calling my name, I fell into the lap of the mother earlier.