INDIGO TEAM
Please..buy my merchandise... (Season 1)

Like the moments yesterday. Every seven o'clock and up, street vendors begin to install their wagon, around the park and also the complex.

My eyes were fixed on a wagon that read 'good batagor'. I squinted my eyes to see more clearly the wagon. Ow...!! Looks like my intention to buy batagor there I unplug.

"There is still aja gini, wear soan" said Adam. I nodded still observing the wagon. The creatures used by the bakagor merchant are similar.. tuyul, or perhaps. aliens are often depicted with one eye, two eyes, three eyes, up to ten eyes, have antennae, and, it was green, and its head was big. It looks like a creature with tuyul or aliens. Her eyes are three, her antennae are green, her head is big, but she wears a diaper.

"I've just seen such a creature, about the way ngenyangin his stomach, drinking the blood of the merchant's wife bakagor is not yes" murmured me.

"I don't know, I don't know if it's an alien or a tuyul. So it can't be mastiin" Adam said in a low voice.

"Find the other food San, disgust me if I have to go there" said Adam later. I looked at him and then nodded. I turned the net to look for the five-foot carts that did not wear such a perverted seller.

Until my eyes stopped when I saw a simple cart that read 'chicken porridge pak Karso' in front of him. I took Adam to the cart after making up his mind whether he was wearing a perverted seller or not.

"Sir!" myrag. Father of chicken porridge turned his head with his flat face. Not only flat, but I think also pale. Ok, my feelings are starting to say that he's not human. I watched his whole body. Shitt!! The fiks!! This is not a human. Pantesan from earlier this wagon was quiet even though his father had shouted. He is a subtle creature.

"Please..buy my wares.." chirped the father with a nasal and hoarse voice. Like someone who is crying or is crying.

"Please..."

"Buy San, here's the money" whispered Adam, giving him a hundred thousand dollars.

I handed over the money. But his father refused. He shook his head weakly then pointed at the large pot that contained something white. I approached her. Eumm. his smell was no longer the pleasant smell of white porridge filled with spices, but rather the stench of rotten and rancid. The pot also contained small maggots mixed with blood and soil. My stomach immediately shook to see it.

"Buy my wares, his money love my wife" said the father of chicken porridge. I jerked. I looked at Adam who was watching.

"Okay sir, I bought the merchandise. Where is my wife's house?" adam asked after a long silence.

"Why are you wondering about my wife's house?!" ask the father of chicken porridge with a fairly high tone. His eyebrows also gave a slightly bent expression.

"To give the purchase money, said the father had bought his merchandise and his money love the father's wife. If I don't know where your wife's house is, how can I give you the money?" wonder Adam. It cringes very. Wonderfully presumably.

"Owh. said dong if to give the purchase money. Sorry, I sometimes forget. I'm also afraid that you will take my wife" said the father still with his flat face. His crumpled hands moved to take the sterofom and insert porridge and other spices like making real chicken porridge. It's just that now, everything has been replaced with horrible little things and creatures. Her crackers became dry snake skin. His patch became blood. As for celery into fresh grass. Is there a toilet?? I want to puke.

The father of chicken porridge took another sterophome and did the same. After he finished he handed me two packs of plastic-wrapped sterophom. I accepted it with trembling hands.

"Let me drive to my house" said the father as he pushed his wagon. Adam and I followed behind. The horrible chicken porridge inside the sterophom I was carrying with plastic I still held with trembling hands.

"Kok tumben ya Dam.. People don't care about us?" aska whispered.

"I closed their eyes" I was flabbergasted.

"Can you?" Adam nodded.

"Teach me.." I said.

"Finger no well. kiss me first I just taught" he said jahil.

"Basic! The chance-taker in the narrowness!" bentakku.

"Kiss first..."

"No want!".

"I'll never teach you..."

"Bodo dragon".

Cup

Damnit damnit!! He kissed me again.

"I'll teach you later" said Adam and then chuckled.

"This is his name nyium I am not your nyium" I said as I rubbed the left cheek.

"You don't want to kiss me, yes instead of me kissing you" I was silent with a feeling of dislike. Likey? I don't know.I also don't know why he likes to slip when he kisses me.

We were silent all the way to the father's house of chicken porridge. Long enough we walked until my house was closed. In front of the house there is a mother, father, and brother Ang who is confused.

"Kok they don't see me either?" I was angry with Adam.

"Yes, it's all the inhabitants of this complex I close his eyes so as not to see us" said Adam casually.

"Will I go home scolded how? How do I keep explaining? Later if you are asked various questions how? For example..You did not say jogging? You're with Adam? What the hell are you guys? What time is jogging? You guys holding hands? How long was the jogger?" my cerocos is long. Various questions that came to my head when thinking about the questions raised by father, mother and sister Ang when I came home later. Suddenly a hand smothered my mouth, to the point that I was out of breath.

"I told your mother that I went to your house to take you for a jog" said Adam, who made me breathe a sigh of relief.

"You romantic fuss mulu" chirped the father of chicken porridge.

"Huh?" my sigh while looking up at the back of the father of chicken porridge.

"You guys dating?" ask the chicken porridge.

"Not yet!" I reflexed with a slightly high tone.

"Not yet" Adam said.

"Why not?".

"And Adam hasn't expressed his feelings" I said reflexively. Some more!.

"In trying".

"May be yes. Can survive until the pelaminan and build a new life well until the death to pick up" said the father of chicken porridge.

"Amen".

"Amen".

Two words and two sentences of do'a. Adam and I answered at the same time. I reflexed it, but realized. Suddenly I am tickled by myself with my answer.

The three of us were silent again throughout the journey. Is it her home so far? Along the way I looked only right, up, down and front, not daring to look left because that's where Adam stood looking at me. My mind was full of my answers.

"Had arrived".

I looked at the simple house that was very beautiful to the eye. Cools. On the side of the road there are rice fields whose rice is still green. Mango and rambutan trees lined up neatly on one side of the road. Cross with the pesawahan which still displays its greenness.

"Come in".

Adam and I followed the steps of the chicken man. The wind made my hair wiggle because the Japanese rubber I was using was broken.

"Knock the door" said the father of chicken porridge. He stood on our left side. I started to raise my hand slowly.

"Assalamualaikum.." I cried.

"Soft is your voice, the feeling was snapped" said the father of chicken porridge.

I chuckle at the chirping. Before long, the door opened. I saw a woman older than my grandmother. He wears a scarf on his neck and head. The scarf looked tangled.

"Who are you?" ask her.

"Mom, my name is Risa. This is my friend Adam. We came here to give you money for your husband's mother's chicken porridge purchase" I greeted the mother's hand. Adam did the same.

She widened her eyes and invited me in. The door then closed. I heard a groan. After permission, I opened the door and saw the father of chicken porridge sitting while holding his forehead.

"Oh Allah sir, let me help you" I helped the father of chicken porridge stand up and told him to come in first. My mother told us to sit down.

"I'll make you a drink first".

"No ma'am, thank you, we're only here for a moment" the mother nodded and went to sit in front of me and Adam.

"My name is Painem. Just call me Nem's mom" Nem's mom paused. Sighing then exhaled slowly "my husband died in an accident. Getting hit more precisely. I was a victim in the accident, but the injuries I had were not severe, just blisters. The perpetrator was responsible, he took us to the hospital, financed treatment and compensated for damage to carts and selling materials. After being taken to the ER room, a few hours later I received news that my husband's life was not helped".

Adam and I quietly listened to every word of Nem's story well.

"So.. What are you here for?" firmly ma'am Nem.

"To give you money to buy chicken porridge husband mom" I chalked slowly about the incident. Until we get here.

"Oh Allah. sir.."

"Bu Nem wants to meet a husband?" soft ask.

Seriate...

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