Hey Indigo Girl (The Series) TAMAAAAAT!!!!
Part 19 The discovery of corpses in Kalimati Hamlet

I'm still wrapped up in a pile of big teddy bears, hello kitty and all sorts of cute, furry things at the head of my bed. I miss them so much, and everything in this room. My room's. There is no place as comfortable as my own room. My fingers are still busy on top of this keyboard. It ends with a sentence "TAMAT."

"Tha .. eat first, yuk," asked Mother, calling me from behind the door. Although the door is rarely locked, but no one dared to just walk in. Everyone respects each other's privacy.

"okay, Bun. I'll come out" I screamed. Breathing deeply, stepping out of the room. The clock has shown at 19.00 WIB, soon azan isya will reverberate, usually we will pray congregation after dinner. This activity began to run regularly since we came home from the terrible village.

At the dining table there are already Father, Mother, Brother Arden and Mba Alya. I immediately sat down next to Mother. Father is in the middle, while Brother Arden and Mba Alya are in front of me and Mother.

"Sleep?" ask Dad when I put myself in the chair next to Mommy.

"No. Again type - just type Dad." Start taking rice while observing the dishes that have been served in front.

"You like nulis, Tha?" ask Mba Alya who is getting closer to us. Even not infrequently Mba Alya also eat together like this. The intensity of the meeting of Kak Arden and Mba Alya is more intense, because they also work in one company. From morning to night they were always together. Especially with a shiny object coiling on his ring finger, adding to their attachment.

Arden and Mba Alya got engaged 6 months ago. Their relationship was already starting to approach a more serious stage. I'm so happy to see it.

"Eum, fuck, Mba. Actually, I like to read stories, continue now it's a lot of platfom reading as well, uh so want to be able to make your own story. Maybe because of unemployment times, huh? Once dapet work eh even entered the uninhabited village. Damn it, right," I grumbled, taking a goat gulai made by Mother. "There's an order of aqiqahan, Bun?" I cut my own words. Because rarely Mother cook gulai if there is no special event. Although the cafe is still running, but sometimes there are customers who still like to order catering through Mother directly, and Mother will still receive it. Because he said it is not good to refuse sustenance.

"Yes, that's Miss Kori, has a granddaughter, so make a slam at home. Pesen to Mommy."

"Oh. Fun, long time no eating goat gulai. Maybe I'll get excited again later," I said making Dad chuckle.

"Hes, at least because of Radit's kangen!" tajek Brother Arden. A piece of cucumber directly landed onto his face. Make dad cluck which is the first warning letter.

"Not that first, Dad!" I'm applying to myself.

"You guys are the same. Try that Alya, calm, quiet."

"If the pendiem father's children all later no one makes the father scream - yell dong."

"Basar you this. Try Al, there may be acquaintances of friends to enter Aretha's story to where it should be. At least let his hobby produce," interrupted Father who was even very enthusiastic. Though I myself never thought in that direction, because what I wrote was only the result of the experience I experienced since I was in High School.

"There it is, Dad, so I want to ask Aretha this. If you want, tomorrow I know one of the editor's acquaintances. How's it?" Mba Alya has long called Father and Mother the same name, because soon he will be part of this family.

"Duh, how ya. I'm not confident, Mba. It feels like my writing is very loose, "I chimed with the feeling of insecure that I really feel.

"Tried first ah, deck. Why not trust yourself?"

"Yes, try it first. If it is not accepted, yes already, you focus on writing on the platform as usual. If we haven't tried, how do we know what we're capable of, right, honey?" Finally with the closing of the sentence Mother and Brother Arden earlier, made me agree with the offer Mba Alya.

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Arden's brother drives with Mba Alya. I, Radit, Danu, was in a car with Arden. Doni, Kiki, Dion, Dedi and Ari are in the other car. Today we will return to the village. Pick up the car and some of the items that are still left there. According to the news from the father, the car was successfully repaired, but we forgot that the car keys were carried by each car owner. As a result, we will go back there and take the car as well as the goods that are still left behind.

Alas Ketonggo village we passed a few minutes ago. The road was already starting to get crowded with several vehicles passing by. Since that incident, the village we just knew named Kalimati Hamlet, began to be crowded by several trucks and other vehicles. The local government plans to build the place into a natural tourist attraction, because there are several spots that are considered suitable for public display. So that since yesterday many vehicles came in and out of the village to renovate it for the public interest.

"Sure, right, if our car is real now?" asked Danu as we began to enter the village gate, close to the mosque which is now being renovated again.

"Say dad already. That's why we check later. If you can't walk either, call a tow truck."

"Is there really a cell phone signal here?" ask Radit.

"There was. Try the cheque."

Radit took out a flat object from his jacket pocket, looking at him fixedly - attached to the screen there. "Eh, yes, there is. There was none yesterday, right?!" blow it with a splash. Curious, we went to check each other's phones, and we were surprised as if this was a really strange thing beyond reason. Obviously we didn't get a cell phone signal when we were stuck there for days, but why now it feels so good. This is really strange and gives a big question that we want to know the answer to.

"Sister, how can you?" my question is sitting right behind Arden.

"Yiam can. Because that aura from the devil can shut us off from the outside world. I was yesterday until the muters came looking for us somehow. We have not detected any GPS. You remember, when you and Radit used to face the demon of Pakde's friend?"

"Back!" The memory was again clearly reflected in the memory of my brain. The Battle of Eyang, I and Brother Arden at that time was really one of the most inherent events in the heart.

Houses - houses of residents who have been reot, now flattened with land. Many of the old buildings have been demolished. In every corner of the village, there are humans who continue to work to clean this place. Well, real humans. It is no longer human so - so it will change its form at night.

"But it's safe, right, Den, right here? No more sightings or anything?" ask Danu, keep paying attention to the circumstances around. More precisely, we were all more solemnly staring around in a different atmosphere.

"Pure. Even at night there is still work, and he said he did not find anything strange. So it's really safe."

We arrived in front of Mr. Karjo's house, where cars that had been left behind yesterday were lined up. Immediately down, and took a breath. Well we're back here again. To a place that is quite traumatic for us. Even since I came home yesterday, I didn't leave the room. Unless there is congregational prayer or eating together. It feels like the horror I experienced while here is still felt in me.

Radit, Doni and Danu immediately check each other's cars. While women only pay close attention to Kak Arden's car. The house I kept looking at, the early memory seemed to appear, where when Danu and I first came to this house. Greetings given by Bu Heni and Pak Karjo, their hospitality continues to be firmly attached to the heart. All, until Bu Heni's change of attitude became even more dire the last time we met another person in her.

Mba Alya patted my shoulder. "Is there anything we want to take in that house?"

I took a deep breath, turned to him and nodded weakly.

"Tha, let me take Mba Alya," said Kiki, and Mba Alya immediately agreed with that opinion. The two women immediately went into the house followed by Ari and Dion who were curious about the building we told them about yesterday.

I stayed alone, seeing the men who were still discussing about the massing car - each, the house of Bu Heni which continued to be covered in memories there, with Grandma Siti. My gaze shifted to his side house, Mr. Yodie's house, where the main incident took place. The construction workers had already knocked down the house and had only left a dense forest behind it. Almost all the places are already leveled with the ground, the cleaning will slowly be completed. I can't wait to see this place renovated with a new, better place later. So that the impression of horror and creepy will soon disappear later.

"There's a body!" scream someone from the forest. I looked towards the direction that person was coming from. But when I was about to go there, Kiki's screams actually made me stop my intentions, and instead ran into Bu Heni's house, followed by the men who were initially busy with cars in front.

This house that has not been completely demolished, is not worth living in. Entering the living room, they were not seen in the front room, I continued to go inside until we finally reached the back of the house, precisely in an old well. Kiki and Mba Alya hugged each other with terrified expressions. Dion and Ari stared at the pit in front of him.

"Why?" ask Arden, panic.

"That's, Den, there's a body!" rengek Mba Alya pointed to the well. We automatically moved closer to that place. Sure enough, in the hole that still contains water there are 3 bodies in it. Where have my mind gone - where. Three dead bodies in the well, and somehow the names of these three house owners were flashed through my head.

"What's this?" ask one of the foremen who served in this place.

"There's a body, sir," pointed Radit into the hole we're looking at right now. He kept my waist which was currently not strong enough to hold my own weight.

"Again?" The question confused us.

"That's what the hell was yelling at the dead body next door, sir?" I asked who was curious.

"Oh it said near the river, Mba. But not only is it the same here, even in almost all houses, there are bodies. Sometimes in the yard, sometimes on the ceiling, some are buried in his own room. It's terrible this place" explained the man I estimated to be 45. He held her nape many times. Naturally, everyone would be frightened if they were in this position. It was in a village where many corpses were scattered around each corner.

It looks like all the bodies of the villagers have not been found, and have only been revealed now. I didn't even think so far. Because I thought they were buried in the village cemetery, even though I realized there was no cemetery in the village. It turns out that all was revealed that their bodies had not even been properly buried.

Everyone started collecting bodies from each house. On the ground in the middle of the road, lined up into a long unity. Every house even continues to be examined carefully, even Kak Arden to ask for population data in this hamlet, to calculate the discovery of the bodies we get with the original number of citizens. Lest there be anything less, or if more, then surely he is not the resident of this hamlet, or perhaps the newcomer who turned out to be the victim of the madness of a devious demon the other day.

"God! That ... Lulu?" point Danu to the figure of the corpse of the woman who was at the end, wet with the last clothes worn when meeting us.

"Yes!" We flocked closer and asked about the discovery of the woman's corpse. It turned out that he was a corpse found in the forest, near the river. The body that was found first after Kiki's scream at Pak Karjo's house earlier.

"Can he even die gini?"

"Gue thinks he's back at his house, too, right?"

"Rasain, got karma. So don't be a bad person" Kiki said, annoyed.

"Hust, don't be. Let's just pray, may he calm down there. Maybe he did not mean to harm you yesterday, you said his condition is also concerning, he did it because of his circumstances, although it is not justified also his attitude like that. But, how much better we pray for him together. How's it?" ask Mba Alya, wise.

The bodies are then transported by a truck that was originally used to carry wood - wood that will be used as raw materials for the construction of natural tourism in this place. After discussing, then one corner of the village that is far from the area that will be used as a tourist attraction, will be used as a funeral for these corpses.

I got closer to Grandma Siti's corpse which looked swollen, because it was too long in the well. My body slumped back to the ground, Radit faithfully beside me. The sadness returned when Grandma's corpse was buried. I even cried roaring in Radit's arms. I don't think I'd be willing to die under these circumstances. Sacrificing his long-standing life just to protect us. I and all my friends pray together, also pray in this place, pray for their spirits to be calm in nature.

These memories will never disappear. Scared, sad, disappointed, all I felt. And this story, I cast in a work. Not many readers are interested in the horror stories I write, but there are some loyal readers who continue to wait for me to rewrite other horror stories. I write because I like it. By writing all the stories, it also seemed to perpetuate the memory that I had experienced first. I will not forget all the characters in my writing. Some are original characters, some are imaginary figures. But they all seem to live in my veins. To this day.