INDIGO TEAM
Not the village of Lawang (Season 2)

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"It turns out there are also yes, who were not exposed to grandfather. gucop's spell!" the grandfather held up the thumb of his left hand. He turned into his true self. He has no eyes and all his teeth. While the others, still intact, only his body was so thin that it revealed the bones that supported his body.

"Good job cake, not gucop" Zara's correction. Although fear struck, the pity for the ghost of the grandfather in front of him made his fear slowly subside. Remembering his grandfather who died of malnutrition, the economic crisis of the Zara family was at its peak. At that time, the grandfather was in a period of need adequate nutrition for the health of his body and bones. Three days passed, still when the Zara family experienced an economic crisis. Zara's grandfather died, following his wife who had gone ahead of him.

"You're no longer afraid of grandfather, nduk?" tanyakanya.

"No, cake. Where's grandpa going?".

"Grandfather has no purpose, nduk. Grandpa's here because he's locked up by accident. Grandpa just wanted to remind you, you better get out of here before it's too late. This is not Lawang village, but Mati village. It contains only all manner of disembodied beings, with various forms and powers of energy. Grandpa doesn't want any more victims, nduk".

"Grandpa what the hell is that? Can it be clear at the gate was the writing 'Welcome to the Lawang Village', how can this not be the village of Lawang? We got magic or what?" asked Ais a little hard.

"Rubber, you guys got hit by magic. Tonight, it's 'tumbar' night'. Where will there be humans who are entangled in this village, then can not go out and be grounded".

"Oh." everyone turned to the source of the voice. Where sat Rey whimpering in pain.

"Lu why Rey?" ask Vishnu while helping Rey to stand up.

"Gue wants out, but it's thick".

"Danger, you've been targeted. danger... danger... danger...Oh...how is this?" the grandfather walked back and forth with his left palm attached to the temple.

"He doesn't have eyes, how can he go back and forth?" ais asked whispered to Chalis who was standing next to her.

"The instinct is strong times" said Chalis.

"Then how do we get out of this village, cake?" asked Risa who was starting to get nervous.

The grandfather flicked his useless pacing activities and looked at Risa who had asked. He was silent for a moment, then looked seriously at everything.

"There's only one way".

"What is a cake?" ask them nine in unison.

"Obey all the rules and restrictions that exist in this village".

"What are the rules and restrictions in this village cake?".

"Don't go out of the house after adzan maghrib-"

"This village has an adzan cake? Isn't this a village of spirits?" sela Ais curious.

"This village contains subtle creatures who are Islamic, every time praying. There will be young men chanting adhan in the mosque of this village. Anyway, this village runs like a village in general. Don't interrupt, nduk. Not polite".

"Owh. I see, sorry cake".

"Then, never be alone if you do not have a legitimate relationship, the legitimate relationship in question is a husband-wife relationship. Take care of speech and behavior. Please take those who pass you by. Help those who need help. And! Never enter the forest area. There will be a fence between the village and the forest. If you get through it. We are not responsible for what happens next. Because we've been warning".

Team Indigo gulped at the same time hearing the grandfather's explanation.

"Sorry cake, ask" said Risa.

"What's a pretty nduk?".

"Sorry again before cake, we are still human. Our food is clearly different from the food of the refined creatures. How about that? We're not gonna eat your food, are we?".

"Hahahahaha.nduk cute beautiful too, certainly not. There will be human messengers who will provide your food. You eat three meals a day, breakfast, lunch and dinner".

"Sorry, I have to ask. Are we gonna be here forever?" ask Rey.

"No, you'll be out when your business is done".

"R-".

Their words were cut short when the grandfather left quickly and disappeared as quickly as his permission.

Simultaneously, the nine of them turned to the source of the voice. It looks like a young woman of about eighteen years old who was dressed in the style of palace ladies in ancient times.

"Owh. I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Vinula, I am one of the ladies in this village, serving the immigrants. I'm not bad, so just calm down. If you don't believe me, you can see my back. If there is a golden butterfly mark, then I am original good. If you're thinking 'maybe it's artificial'. We ladies and gentlemen in this village cannot make a golden butterfly on its back. Even if you can, it won't be as good as the result. For we who have the mark are the messengers of the king of the village. If you think again 'just ask a friend for help to describe the sign'. We will not be able to do it again. Since we had already tried, I asked my friend for help to describe the sign. When going to describe, my friend's hand immediately came out blood and sore. If you guys are-".

"Stop!!" they shouted in nines in unison.

"Hehe, that stands for Vinula, your special lady. Let... I drive to the villa, use a horse? You can ride horses, right?" the nine of them shook their heads in unison.

"You never did les ride a horse?".

"Then I say go first, I want to talk to the soldiers. If you can't ride a horse and need help, bye".

Vinula disappeared in the eye. Upon his return, he came with nine men. Four men, and five women.

"The same men are men, the same women are women" Vinula said.

The journey took half an hour, it was due to riding a horse. Otherwise, an hour is the time they have to travel. Divila. Vinula took them in and walked around. The room that they lived in during their stay in the village of Lawang.

"Good yes.the decor is that royal style" praised Ais.

"Thank you, please give me the rate. Here" Vinula shows an object attached to the wall, rectangular in shape.

"How?" ask Ais.

"Just click this red round button, then write the full name, nyai. Click on five stars if you like. Four stars, if you like. Three stars, if you like it. Two stars, if not. And, one star, if ugly. That's the rate for room decor. The room's deck will be in bloom every three days".

"God...." Ice immediately clicked on five stars.

"Each room is different decor, if you want to choose a decor. You can click this green button, and write down what kind of decor you want. Each room will have its own 'Tulbe'" Vinula pointed at objects attached to the wall.

"Is there anything you want to ask?" ask Vinula kindly. His throat was always filled with water, from when he spoke at length and was only responded to short by us, he did not look difficult to speak. That's what some Indigo teams think of Vinula.

"No one, Vinula. Thank you" said Risa representing.

"Alright, then I stay. Have a good rest" Vinula then went missing somewhere.

"It's a village but the facilities are already rich in elite cities huh?" chalis Gumam.

"Yes" they all agreed.

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The afternoon changed night. Dinner was prepared by the king's emissary. Special chef. At the dinner table, Zara suddenly kicked the table and her eyes widened. Makes everything go awry.

"Hush... Zara, you didn't want to say the same grandfather who had no eyes? Keep the behavior" said Risa.

"Sorry, sorry. I just remembered, where's our car?" Adam opened his eyes.

"Good night, nyai and prabu" said Vinula suddenly.

"Vinula.." They growled.

"Sorry to surprise and disturb your dinner time, I just want to let you know that the car of Nyai Zara and Prabu Adam is parked" Vinula explained.

Vinula takes them to the parking lot and shows them both luxury cars sprinkled with jasmine flowers and roses.

"Dead car?" ice Chirps.

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