Indian Go!
Episode 55's

Indi never knew that it turned out, the police who had just left his house was a typical police baper. He may be a little confused about it, considering he is a figure who is difficult to compromise when in the office, and when they arrive home.

But when in front of the house, he clearly let go of Indi and his father just like that. Ah already! At least I've arrived here, and that's what matters to Indi's mind. Indi entered the house, followed by her father.

The room inside was still exactly the same as what was in Indi's memory. The black sofas are combined with a red carpet of velvet. The collection cupboard of Indi's beautiful plates and father's books stood right beside the door that was connected to the dining room. Family photos and some paintings are neatly displayed on the walls of the room.

Indi's father then sat on one of the sofas. James Ferdinand, the same job as Indi's mother. He is not his real father, but is the first love in Indi's life, considering that his biological father has long been lost somewhere.

Dad looks the same as Indi's memory. Her dress is a blue collar shirt. His pants are still tight, even though he currently wears knee-length pants. His skin is white, and hairy. His face was handsome, and the Australian bloodline was clearly visible from his face and posture. I sit back on the couch.

“Dad really missed you Indi,” he said, one of his hands instructing Indi to sit next to him.

Indi sat right next to him, “I miss you too dad. Where's Mama?” tanya Indi, who was sitting with one of her hands wrapped around her father's waist, reflexes out of longing.

His father just smiled, he then looked at Indi “Let's mind your Mama is fine,”

Indi scrunched his forehead, clearly not understanding what his father meant.

“You are brave, have come here yourself Indi Elisa Widjaja,” said her father in a voice that is now starting to weigh. “After everything that happened and everything that you went through, you were really very brave. Or maybe you're just so stupid.”

A sense of numbness crawled every joint of Indi's body, slowly Indi loosened his embrace towards his father. No, obviously he's not his father. What the hell's going on? The man in front of me was obviously my father, however, but I knew that he was not Inner Indi. Indi emboldened himself.

“Who are you? Where are my parents?” ask Indi who has now stood in a standby position.

Her father (or not) raised her next to an eyebrow. He moved his body on the couch. This time Indi could clearly see his face. His face and body were his father, but from his gaze it was clear that he was not.

Indi knitted his two eyebrows. It is clearly like his fear. At first glance Indi remembered Fanny's words about directly coming to his house. It's too late now. He had clearly entered into a trap.

“Who are you? What did you do to my father? Where's mom?” indi said, his voice clearly sounded bitter.

His father then looked at Indi. From his view it was clear something had happened to him. A second later, he fell to the floor.

“AYAH!” shouted Indi who swiftly approached his sprawled father.

A person's footsteps then sounded from the direction of the dining room. From behind the door Indi saw it. For a moment he stood right in front of the door frame, then walked closer to Indi.

Her blue knee-length dress seemed to be stranded every time she walked. Her long white hair was allowed to fall and touch both of her shoulders. His blue-eyed bead coldly stared at Indi.

“Lisa?”

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