Hey Indigo Girl (The Series) TAMAAAAAT!!!!
Part 25 Pakde Yusuf's

Pakde Yusuf came alone. He had just arrived after a long trip, and instead went straight to my house, not to go back to his own. Suitcase is still in the car, Pakde entered with a plastic bag from the back of his car. I just watched from the window of the room that was clearly visible, because my room was in the front, near the courtyard.

The door was opened, the sound of the mother welcoming Pakde made me have to get out of the room immediately. It's a weekend, and I just want to be spoiled at home. Moreover, I feel that my condition is not healthy right. The effects of yesterday are still felt today.

"Tha, this Pakde," said the Mother when she saw me out of the room. I immediately saluted Pakde, kissed the back of his hand and widened his smile, but remained with a look of fear. Pakde continued to look at me deeply, as if he was looking for something there.

"How'd you? Already okay?"

"Alhamdulillah, Pakde."

"Ibrahim's taken Om Arif home, right?"

"Huh? The House of Om Arif ? Why, Pakde?"

"Well, what's the matter? Yes, make merajah you," explained Pakde who made me think harder. Pakde sat on the sofa in the living room, I followed him. Mommy goes to the kitchen to get a drink.

"Kan is the same Bang Ibrahim, Pakde. This, this same thing," point me at the tattoo I just made last night. Pakde frowned, looking dislikeful at it. I was afraid that maybe there was something wrong with the result.

"Not even in the tattoo?!" ask Pakde by raising his tone.

"Well, isn't Pakde telling you to? Rajah, take Bang Ibrahim's place, right?"

"Yes, indeed. But that's not the concept! Pakde told you, to come to Ibrahim's studio, ask to be delivered to his cabin Om Arif, because Ibrahim who knows the address of the place. It's not how. Yes, this is a diagram, but it can't be Aretha!"

"Huh? Wrong?" I murmured in a slow tone, and limp.

Pakde geleng - head bobble. Then grab his handle and contact someone.

"Wa alaikum salam. Im? This how the hell? How come Aretha's in the gini tattoo?"

"...."

"Astagfirulloh! Did you read, chat Om yesterday? Read again try. It tells you to take Aretha to the house of Om Arif, not you yourself using this way of yours!"

"...."

"That's no business, Om, if your friends like the same form of tattoo, but the application is wrong in Aretha! You are this, my God! Yes, yes, Assalamualaikum."

Pakde looked annoyed, but tried to hold back his anger. Looking back at me while continuing to shake my head. Mother appeared carrying a tray containing drinks.

"How do you do it, Pakde? Aretha did not know that she meant it," my whine almost wanted to cry. I fear Pakde's wrath if indeed this is a mistake, and a little annoyed also to Brother Ibrahim, why can I wrongly assume important things like this.

"Huft, must be eliminated, try here Pakde see." I also approached and let Pakde Yusuf observe the work made by Kak Ibrahim on my wrist.

"This symbol is right, Tha, but usually we, Pakde and Om Arif, just do by painting in person. With fingers without the presence of ink intermediates, or tattoos of this kind. Ibrahim was once tattooed as well, and he may have been inspired by it to create a tattoo with the same symbol. But this is no power at all. Just a picture." Pakde closed his eyes, pressing the tattoo on my wrist. It was as if sending an energy that did feel warm in the part that Pakde touched. The nape area is also prayed for, even Pakde does not hold it tightly, just pointing with his index finger. "Tomorrow if you can, go back to Ibrahim's place, throw away the picture. Already your Rajah Pakde. Don't wear that." Pakde Yusuf grabbed his coffee cup and started sipping it slowly. Mother just smiled while taking a deep breath.

"What did Joseph bring?"

"By yesterday around town. Rahma does not like seafood. So Brother bring it here. If you like it, you are also good at cooking. Have you put it in the frezer? Or do you want to cook, Nis?"

"Yes, Nisa will cook all of you, so Brother Yusuf can eat here. I have not eaten Nisa's cooking for a long time. Rahma's sister hasn't come home either, has she?"

"Yes, still at her grandmother's house with Aisyah. Maybe tomorrow we'll just go home."

"Well, just sleep here dong should. Nisa kangen Kakun tau," said Mother who began to spoil her brother. If you see - see Mother similar to me if you have faced her brother. Pakde Yusuf also looks very much like Kak Arden when seen - see. If Pakde Adam is much more crowded and supple than Pakde Yusuf. Similar to Ibrahim.

"Yes. So brother here, want to go to the house Brother Adam does not feel good with Brother Shinta. If here, right, the same Indra is also okay. Uh, she hasn't come home yet?" ask Mr. Joseph while looking for Father.

"At the very moment, brother. Yes, Nisa cooked first, sister with Aretha first, yes. Dek, accompany Pakde, all you satin', brother, his Aretha."

Glug.

The moment with Pakde was the most horror moment of the century I lived in this world. Mother chuckled as I glared at her. Though I had wanted to go back to the room, instead had to be stuck in a gripping state like now.

"You how does this relate to Radit?" When did he apply for you?" The ultimate question that I really want to avoid, it becomes the first sentence that Pakde uttered. My body stiffened, and my mind was suddenly empty.

"Hm? Lamar, Sirde? Eum, later ah, Kak Arden used to marry Mba Alya, Aretha anyway lately just fine. The son of bontot. " I created a big smile to cover my nervousness in front of Pakde, let alone the probing gaze of Pakde as if I was looking at everything I had been doing for the past few months. Me and my husband rarely meet. Pakde, who is a super busy person, is rarely in his residence. So the intensity of our meetings was very short, and it was rare. I have also been filled with all Pakde's lectures since ancient times. May the soul of Pakde's lecture not be struggling at this time, because I am not wanting to get a cult.

"But for too long you've been dating her. Not well. I will not realize that zina!"

"Zina fuck, Pakde. People do not say - why," I try to raise the tone of speech. Not accept that statement.

"Do you think that courtship is not close to zina? Even if you do not commit adultery directly. You guys just hold hands, zina."

My God, I want to take the headset and cover my ears now. Pakde's lecture did not end, until finally Pakde turned to the living room. Staring at him deeply and frowning. Looks like there's something in there.

"Why, Pakde?"

"Std. Someone is coming" said Pakde while putting his index finger in front of his lips. Pakde then moved and walked forward slowly. Out of curiosity I followed him too. Arriving in the living room, Pakde peeked out from behind the curtains.

"Who's Pakde?" ask me after this guy in front of me closes the curtains. Pakde looked over and looked at me doubtfully. "Sir?"

"Hm, looks like they're looking for you, Aretha. Your work buddy. An invisible workmate." Pakde soon passed, went back inside. I was curious, even though in my mind immediately appeared three names. Giska, Mike and Aron. I got closer to the window, pulled out the curtain, but closed it quickly. Then ran inside. " Pakdeee!" my screams.