My indigo story
stay at grandma's

Artara was silent in the car, waiting for her mother outside who was still chatting with her teacher.

The car door was closed hard. Artara's mother got into the car and sat down next to her son.

"Darling, why didn't you tell Mama about this last night?" ask her mother seriously.

"Well, how many times do I have to tell my mom, it's free. My mother never believed in me. Remember me, I'm your own mama's son!" answer Artara.

"Surely about the ghost issue again?! ghost again ghost again, where's the ghost?! show it to your mom, prove it! don't make excuses, Artara. What's the name of the ghost doesn't exist. It's a serious matter, about the killer, you think it's a joke?"

Artara fell silent, as if she could answer nothing more.

"Now why are you silent, you ask me, and answer me honestly, can you?" ask mother.

"Whatever, I won't answer anything!"

"So seriously, baby!!!" snapped at Artara's mother who began to get carried away by emotions.

"I said whatever!"

Artara got out of the car, walked quickly away from the car and her mother. He could no longer hear the rant, as if his ears were on his skin

"Hey, where are you going?" Her mother screamed, trying to get out of the car. 

Artara cried, walked away far away from her mother.

The bus suddenly flashed, Artara directly waved her hand. The bus suddenly stopped. 

"Basin a bad boy!" Angry mother. 

Just getting out and running towards her son, Artara suddenly got into the bus. And just as it was about to go inside, the bus had already gone very far.

Without a second thought, she got back into the car, chasing the bus, hoping Artara could get off the bus

Artara glanced at the bus, in the eyes of a normal person, the bus seemed empty and empty of passengers. But his eyes were full of ghostly spirits. Accident victim. 

His mind, better full of passengers, though it should be crowded. Because he didn't want his bus room to be full of ghosts that smelled of blood and human carcasses

"Haloooo!!!! " greet the ghost of the man with no legs beside his seat.

Artara was silent regardless, she was actually used to this kind of thing.

"Can you help me? " ask another ghost.

****

"Tin." The red light suddenly lit up

"Shhhhh......"

Almost Artara's mother passed a red light, her car stopped. 

"Hushhhhh...!" 

His breathing was heavy, he failed to follow the bus.

****

"Ting tong's... "

Artara stood up, squeezing the bell. While waiting for his grandmother to open the door.His feelings are mixed, upset to remember the mother but happy to meet the grandmother

"Aparticular? "

After opening the door, Grandma looked surprised, directly walking over hugging her grandson.

"Grandma too!" Grandma answered while taking off her embrace.

"How's grandma doing?" Ask artara

"Of course my granddaughter, why are you crying, you must be fighting with your mama?" Ask grandma, laughing

"Well, that's it, Grandma, still with the same problem!" Answer Artara

"Come on in, grandma masakin your favorite fried rice!"

Artara smiled, and walked inside the house, sitting in the living room.

Indeed it was the biggest goal of Artara in the grandmother's house, wanted to eat the most delicious fried rice that he had never tasted anywhere, besides because long time did not eat fried rice made by grandma as well.

Grandma walked into the kitchen to get a glass of warm tea water for Artara.

"Now, have some warm tea!" Grandma said after the kitchen.

"Thank you, grandma!" Answer Artara. 

Artara immediately picked up a cup of warm tea, and. Directly drink it. It tastes a little sweet.

"Grandmother to the kitchen again well, masakin fried rice first!" Grandma immediately walked back into the kitchen, to cook fried rice for her granddaughter.

"Wait for me, sit down!" 

Her grandmother would leave her granddaughter. Artara stopped him. 

"What's wrong?" Grandma asked after sitting next to her granddaughter. 

"Miss, because of grandfather's necklace, there are so many people who are wretched, because of this necklace!" Artara. 

"You mean?" Ask grandma back. 

"Every night, there's a gangster who bullies me. And beat me to a faint?! Tomorrow, they die!" . 

Grandma smiled, clasping tightly onto her grandson's hand. 

"So you believed all your grandfather said first?! Well, my granddaughter doesn't have to worry about it. Death has become destiny, we as human beings. Can only wait. When are we gonna be a turn, so don't think weird?"

"Good grandma!" Answer Artara. 

He was confused again, who else he wanted to tell, his grandmother just did not believe. Just like her mother. He really did not think, how could he live a normal life, if they always hung around his life

Grandma stood up again, walked into the kitchen. 

Artara looked around her staring at the photo of her memories first, it was very clear there was kake and herself in childhood. Artara smiled, longing for the moments of her childhood with her grandfather. If Kake were still alive, his life would not have been this miserable.

"Drrrttt" (His phone voice vibrates)

Artara immediately took it, and it turned out her mother called.

"Hello ma, what's wrong?" Ask artara. 

"You're at grandma's, right?" Answer ibunyam

"What's the matter?" Ask Artara. 

"Hurry home!" Mother's orders

"Tid" (Sound off the phone)

Without answering, Artara turned off her phone.