The Indigo [Breathing In Two Realms 2 ]
Chapter.49 Four dancers

“Huh.”

We were overwhelmed to avoid Riana acting like a monitor lizard looking for prey. Not only that his eyes also turned into a fiery red and the curves of his body were also very similar to those of a lizard.

Now that we are completely safe from Riana's pursuit, we hide inside an amateur hideout we accidentally find.

“Do you know what happened to Riana, Rin?” varel asked after he finished letting go of his running fatigue to avoid chasing from Riana.

“Yes I know what happened to him,” I still messed up when I answered him.

“Does what happened to Riana have anything to do with the red mustika of pomegranate?” Varel asked back.

“Yes! What has happened with Riana is very closely related to the presence of red pomegranate mustika,”

“My grandfather said we should avoid the indigo when the indigo took the mustika out of his body out of fear, he will kill the person who touched his must,” I explained to Varel.

“So, you mean we have to defend this pomegranate red mustika to face the next obstacles and get out of this realm without Riana?” varel asked with a pretty tense look on his face.

“I'm not saying that Rel, Riana can return to her normal after she gets her delimit red mustika, we will return this pomegranate red mustika to him by the time we have completed all the obstacles,” I explained Varel's misunderstanding about the pomegranate red mustika that came out from inside Riana's body.

Ting Tang Ting Tung's.

Suddenly the sound of gamelan along with other Javanese musical instruments was heard from a distance.

Varel and I came out of hiding and stepped towards the source of the sound.

From a distance, Varel and I saw some traditional Javanese musical instruments and traditional musical instruments. They played the tools with blank stares.

They played the traditional instrument to accompany the four dancers in front of them. The dancer consisted of two young children and two teenage women.

We continued to approach the source of the voice slowly.

“Wayae wus lingsir.”

We heard a sinden song that accompanies traditional Javanese musical instruments and dancers who were dancing very skillfully complete with clothes.

We kept a distance from the source of the sound coming from the edge of the lake, we hid behind the bushes about a meter away.

“Perkutne roso. Muni ning. Nyo manas ati. The kung kung kung hur.

Monggo monggo is monggo. Nggo monggo monggo. Sidanget krank sakeco.

The pramito kang miinulyooo. Rawuhipun. Afternoon yo is my father. Perkutne njaluk.

Yo my father dewe. Omben omben omben omben.

The mben omben omben omben. Ombenono and manuke kututut. The omben omben omben ombenono. Satitik banyune.

Gones luwes sak solae's. Pakanan. No feed no feed feed pakaan. Atak feed feed feed feed feed fakanono. E manuke kutut not feed feed feed pakanono. Dotted rice cempo gones wicarane.

Noto trahing noto. Yo my father dewe. Noto rahing danang joyo. Mulo pancen kewek-girl dewe. Mulo pancen kewek-girl dewe. Den prayitno sabarang hayuo frivolous.”

Throughout the song, Varel popped a lot of questions.

“Rin do you know what song it is?” askinya.

“Yes, I know what that song is, it is a sinden song that is usually sung to accompany the puppet arts,” I replied.

“Keep, why now the song is not used to accompany the puppet arts?” Varel asked back.

“I don't know either, this is a supernatural realm and anything commonplace happens in this realm,” I replied confusedly.

Varel and I watched the dances of the four dancers, after a while we found some awkwardness in their dances. There was a big shadow moving the dancers, it seemed like it was the shadow of the puppeteer playing his puppet.

“Aduh to lae wong nice. The yen tan weruh. Yo is the father of perkutne manas manas ati,”

As soon as the song was over, the dancers looked at me and Varel as if they knew where we were.

“Hi Hi Hi Hi!” the four dancers laughed and then floated towards us.

“Come we go!” take Varel, then he pulled my hand, he asked me to run away from the dancers.

“Hi Hi Hi Hi! You won't be able to escape our pursuit,”

The four dancers threatened us with a resounding sound that made the atmosphere even more tense.

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