Hey Indigo Girl (The Series) TAMAAAAAT!!!!
Part 24 Rajahs

Since my entry into the other world in the office, I have been wondering what really happened to Mike, Giska, and Aron. Why they still hang around the office and harass other employees. I didn't even expect that to be confused with the incident. It was such a shame to not be able to distinguish the real world from their world.

"Well, it's ready, right?" asked Mr. Arden from behind the door of my room that I opened earlier. He was wearing a white shirt, blue jeans and white shoes. Tonight we will go to Kak Ibrahim's studio. Brother Ibrahim has a long-standing tattoo studio. Although initially often get a hard insinuation from Pakde Yusuf, but Kak Ibrahim still do the job. For him, tattooing is an art. Which is very different from Pakde Yusuf. But as time went on, Pakde started to soften and instead had Kak Arden bring me to the studio.

Arriving at the terrace, Arden was busy with his dress with a frown. "Duh, ck, how ya," he murmured as if puzzled over something.

"Why, brother?"

"Alya's mother went to the hospital."

"Oh my God, why? Yes, my sister has been there, let me go with Radit. "

"Hm, sorry yes, deck. Though brother has promised to meet you, even gini."

"Not what - what. Yes, you're gone now, I'm telling you this Radit," I said as I opened the flat screen in my hand. Sticking it to the right ear and the ringing of the call began to sound loud. Before long a man's voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Assalamualaikum, baby. Hows it? So go with sister-in-law?"

"Wa'alaikum hail, Radit ugly. No, I'm gonna ask you this for a favor."

"What's that?"

"Sir Arden can't go to the hospital. She said her mother was Mba Alya opnam. Dad's gone with mom. Kira - think you're busy? If it's busy ...."

"No! OTW!" The phone was turned off, even I wasn't done talking.

"Wa' alaikum salam, Radit," I muttered and took a deep breath.

"Hows it? Radit can?" ask Kak Arden who also contacted Mba Alya.

"You can, brother."

"Yes, brother went first is okay - what? You see Alya is still in this house," he explained as he stared at the clock on his wrist. At 20:00 not so late, but if it has traveled far enough, it will be until more night.

"OK, go, yeah. You're heart-heart later on the road." Arden got into his car and left the yard.

Silent atmosphere. The sound of crickets seems to be a night song that is mandatory if sitting in the yard like now. My house is in a residential complex, but also next to a residential settlement, even very close.

"Aretha," whispered someone. The voice of a woman I seemed to know, it was just that I forgot where. I was sitting on the porch chair, then tolah toleh. Looking for where the source of the voice that was trying to disturb me. A little frustrated because I was sick of dealing with invisible creatures, especially with the events in the office earlier.

The wind blows slowly. Moving the leaves around. I began to hug my own arm, because of the cold sensation that was beginning to feel. Decide to move and walk around. Curiosity began to spread to the veins, convinced that I was not alone now, and someone was inviting me to interact. It's just that I don't know who, what that means, and where he is right now.

The window behind was like a stone thrown. I immediately looked for the figure, unfortunately not seen as long as these eyes looked. The smell of water began to smell at the base of my nose. I continued to advance to the front yard, goosebumps I continued to feel until - until I had to press the nape of the neck to reduce the sensation of cold at the nape.

The window rang again, automatically making me look back. There's nobody there either. I did not find anything strange in my house, and I was sure there would not be any bad genies going inside, but if it was out here, there were still many possibilities.

"Aretha." Now I look to the right of the house, where there is a courtyard that is indeed circling to the back of our house. In the corner there was a familiar person in memory, a woman, wearing a maroon red blazer suit whose color had faded somewhat. Knee-length skirts and high hells that match his shirt, made me realize who it was. Giska.

"Giska?" calling me in a questioning tone, I hesitated but was a little sure that he was indeed Giska, who had been with me since yesterday in another world.

"City, Aretha. Where the hell are you going, Tha?" His voice vibrates. Sounds heartbreaking, and echoing.

"I'm not going anywhere" I said firmly.

"Well, which key is it again. Ah, yes, it's with Brother Arden!" I muttered while searching - search inside the bag.

"Aretha?" Back the sound of the call was heard, this time I immediately turned my head and apparently on the terrace there was Mike and Aron. The three of them were there, waving their hands at me. I immediately panicked, and decided to climb up the gate that was only chest-high. The sound of iron sounded boisterous, yet I did not care about it. Keep climbing until I get outside and land safely. "Crazy!" my roar, with breath beginning to go up and down, and continued to pay attention to the courtyard and terrace of my house. Only three figures had disappeared. A little bit of relief, I then took the device in the bag. Search for Radit's name and immediately press the call.

Tones continued to sound, long and loud. Radit hasn't answered my phone calls yet. Until finally someone was standing in front of me. There were a few pairs of legs in front, and it immediately made me aghast. I screamed and dropped my phone. The three figures were now right in front of me. Keep calling names, reaching out, as if to take me somewhere. I continued to thrash and retreat, finally trying to run away. Keep going to places where there may be other creatures called humans. But unfortunately, the housing complex where I live, it is quiet at the hour like now. Everyone decided to be inside the house, and surprisingly not a single vehicle passed.

I fell down when I felt my legs being tightly gripped by someone. But when I looked down, there was nothing. I kept pushing both ankles away, hoping no one else was there. The shadow of someone was in front of me, five meters away. Just stand up and wave your hand. " Go!" my screams.

Trying to get back up, I then walk in a hurry - goopoh continue to go to the main road. I hope I can meet one human in this place. The running footsteps rang out clearly behind me, I turned my head and saw the three of them running towards me quickly. I screamed and ran faster. A few times keep looking back, to know our distance is still far, but the more I look back, instead they look closer, finally I screamed loudly, I was, I don't even think I stopped screaming for help. It's just that no one showed up. Really sucks.

A car stopped suddenly in front of me, fortunately the speed was slow so it did not crash as I ran towards it.

"Aretha?!" yelling someone from behind the door, I who could not see clearly because it was too glare due to the light of the car lights, just silent, while covering my eyes trying to find out who was there. He then approached and his voice now made me confident without having to see his figure first.

"Dit, let's get out of here," I asked, he held my hand and agreed to my invitation. Radit led me into the car. I took a deep breath and tried to refocus, hoping this Radit was real.

"What's the matter, Tha?" he sat next to me and wore a seatbelt.

"The story is long, mending us cepet go, fear they follow."

"okay."

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Just a 20-minute journey, we reached Kak Ibrahim's tattoo studio. The complex is quite located in the middle of the city and crowded. Either on the highway or in the studio.

"Darling, are you sure of this?" radit asked as we arrived, taking off our seatbelts and staring at the studio in front of us worriedly.

"Yes. Come on!" take me down first.

We went inside, and were greeted by Brother Ibrahim, whom we once called Bang Aim, who now does not want to be called that. He said, "I think I'm a big boy when I'm called Aim. Please Aim, God." So he said, and Aim is an adult now, soon to be married.

'Long time, Tha? Almost closed this studio," he said, immediately rose up in the middle of a chat with his friends.

"Regular, there are little constraints. Sorry, Bang."

"Liet. Hi, Dit, healthy?" brother Ibrahim shook Radit's hand.

"Thank God, Bang."

"Yes yuk, just now." Brother Ibrahim took us to a closed room. Inside there are all the equipment to make a tattoo. He is a very talented tattoo maker.

"Hows it? Where are you going?" asked Ibrahim while preparing his combat equipment.

"Where, huh? Just nod, so it doesn't look like much. It's not good if people know."

"Eh, your wrist too, Tha. That's what Om Yusuf said their usual entry place was."

"Yes, you set it up, Bang."

Tonight Ibrahim made a tattoo with a tattoo on my body. Disturbances that are still intense I am sometimes unable to control it, especially not every time there is Kak Arden who accompanies me. Pakde Yusuf suggested that, in addition to continuing to pray and recite of course.