The Indigo [Breathing In Two Realms 2 ]
Chapter.68 The new universe village

“Hahaha,” the laughter of two young children who are reveling playing chases in front of a middle-aged mother who is carrying a basket on her right waist.

I stood under a large tree not too far from the path they were walking on.

“Mother, wait!” I called him with the intention of coming with him.

He who heard my voice immediately looked at me and stopped for a moment, his son also stopped and approached his mother, they saw me with a confused look on his face.

I ran to them and when I got in front of them, the mother immediately asked me.

“Nduk, why are you messing around in the forest alone?” she asked me and the question confused me.

“What should I answer?” I murmured confusedly because I knew that when I entered into someone's past I would live as that person.

“Ya has not been answered to Nduk, so now what can Mbok help?” said the mother with a friendly smile.

“Can I come with Mom? I was lost,” I replied with a reflex and I was confused as to what to answer, but I did not know why suddenly my mouth was talking.

“Oh you're lost huh Nduk? Oh, no talking about that! Yo wes come with Mbok!” She accepted me kindly and then followed her.

“Nduk where to? How can I get lost in the wilderness like this?” mother asked me with Javanese accent makes me again confused what to answer.

“I am from the village of Jagat Baru Village, Bu!” I answered again with a reflex, I was completely unthinkable to answer the question from Mother and actually I did not know what to answer either.

“Oh from Jagat Baru Village huh? Cousin Mbok also lives there lo Nduk!” respond to the mother kindly.

“New Corn Village? It seems I am no stranger to that name,” muttered me while thinking of remembering about that Village.

“By the way why did you get to Nduk here? Jagat Baru Village with this forest is very far away from Nduk!” This friendly mother again invited me to speak to ask me.

“Hiks hiks,” suddenly I cried sobbing, do not know why I was crying, but suddenly my heart felt very restless. My heart is as broken as when I lost both my parents.

“Loh why even cry to Nduk? Sorry Mbok yes, if Mbok's question makes Nduk sad,” Mother feels guilty because she saw me sad because of her question.

“Ndak papa Bu,” I said while trying to toughen up.

The emotions I feel right now are completely beyond belief. It seems like I really became the figure that possessed me earlier. I became him in the past.

“Yeey! Girl wis press umah Mbok!” exclaimed the two children from the mother happily when we had entered the residential area. They both exclaimed using Javanese language which can be interpreted ‘We have arrived at the house of Bu!’ less is more like that.

The day began late in the afternoon and residents were enthusiastic to finish their work outside the home.

“Mbak Iki sopo? Kok raine rich bar mewek,” a mother of villagers approached us and asked the Mother who was with me using Javanese. ‘Mbak who is this? How come his face was like he had just cried?’ that is the meaning of the Java language question spoken by the mother who approached us earlier.

“I be ora ngerti. Miki de’e nyeluki I neng edge dalan sing neng tenga utan, jrene de’e soko Village Jagat Anyar,” replied Mother who was with me to Mother who approached us earlier. ‘I also do not know, earlier he called me on the side of the road in the middle of the forest, he said he was from Jagat Baru Village,’ that is the meaning of the answer Mother who was with me. He originally used the Javanese language.

“Oh ngono to Mbak. Yo wes not bali sek yo!” saut Mother who approached us earlier and then she said goodbye to go home.

So did we, we continued our journey to the Mother's family residence with me.

“Oh yes Nduk, Mbok forgot.” said the mother when just one step we want to step up to continue the journey.

“Forgot what Bu?” ask me confused.

“Mbok forgot to ask about what is your name to Nduk?” She smiled and asked my name.

“Oh my name is Sri Wahyuni, Mom!” I answered briefly and then the mother nodded.

“Name Mbok Hamidah, you call Mbok Hamidah aja yes Nduk,” said the mother introduced herself to me, I just nodded and smiled and then we continued our journey to her residence.

“We have arrived at the house Mbok, Nduk. Please rest first in the Mbok room so you can feel better. After you feel better later, you can tell the beginning of why you can get lost to the middle of the forest earlier,”

Mbok Midah told me to rest so I could feel better until I could tell the beginning of why I could get to the middle of the forest.

“Mbak iku sopo to Mbok?”

On my way to the dreamland I heard the daughter of Mbok Madah ask in Javanese which means, ‘Who is Big Brother Bu?’ The brother he was referring to was me. Mbok Midah also introduced me to his son indirectly.

Then I slowly vanished into dreamland. In my dream I woke up in a vegetable garden. I carried an empty basket and then I was moved to get the vegetables.

“It's more than enough,” I said after my bed was full enough.

Then I got up and left the vegetable garden. I felt I should hurry to return to my village.

I walked quickly until I was close enough to my village.

“Release those Dutch Noni-Noni!” the voices of strangers are threatening. My feelings were not good and I decided to hide and sneak around just in case my feelings were telling the truth.

“Bu’e,” I said in tears when I saw many people hanging dead and my eyes were only directed toward a Mother who felt like she was my mother.

I wanted to scream but I saw a Dutch colonel pointing their air rifle at three men who looked like they were going to kill three white girls. The three of them each embraced the one white-skinned girl and also placed a sharp weapon on the girl's neck.

“Mas Parman, Mas Sigit, and Pakde Karto!” I said with shock when I saw the three people who pointed a knife at the white woman's neck.

“Aaa!” the three of them shouted after looking towards the dead hanging citizens.

Dor's! Dor's!

The colonel took aim at them and then they immediately fired the air rifle into the heads of the three men. The colonel did not win, because at the same time, the three men who were shot had cut off the necks of the three white women.

“Emmm...” I again wanted to shout and then I covered my mouth with both hands so that my beacon was not heard by the colonels.

“Aaaaaaa!”

Dor's! Dor's!

The colonels were visibly angry and disappointed that they were unable to save the three white girls. They vent their anger by brutally firing their weapons.

Then I felt that I had to save myself from the raging colonels. I decided to leave the village.

“Aduh,” I accidentally kicked a rock and let out a sound loud enough to be heard by the colonels.

“Who's there?” they shouted and then they were heard running after me. I kept running even though my feet hurt.

In the end, I had no choice but to jump into the abyss. Because they had no other way, and I was surrounded by the Dutch colonels. I jumped into the ravine before they shot me.

“Aaaaa,” I shouted fearfully and emotionally.

“Aw!” my stomach slammed into the log to make me faint and at the same time I got up from my sleep.

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