INDIGO SYSTEMS
Indigo <>22 Aura Black I
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RSUD Indramayu's.
7 Days later.
Now the one who was treated in Al's room changed to Lyodra who was still in a coma. His soul was still in shock as it entered into the supernatural realm.
However, no more subtle creatures dared to harass Al and Lyodra. No one dared to disturb them because Al emits an aura like the aura of Jayadipa Mangkudhara or Baby Bajang.
Al is mediating to balance TM energy and TD energy which for 7 days continues to collide since coming out of Jayadipa Mangkudhara territory.
"I want to have two more cases soon, but Lyodra is still unconscious" murmured Al doubtfully.
Suddenly one of the men came into the room and immediately slapped Al, "Damn, this is all because of you!"
THE PLAQUE!
The slap was very loud and made Al furthest to the side. The slap was from the right hand of Lyodra's father Narindra Kusaji.
The name of Lyodra itself is Lyodra Saphiira Kusaji, part of the Kusajii family which is quite famous in the Juntinyuat District.
"Sorry, sir."Al bowed listlessly.
Al felt this was indeed his fault, so concluded himself, that he should not be friends with anyone. Because in the conclusion of Al, friends who are close to him will surely be harmed.
"No apologies to you, go there! Don't go near Lyodra again! You fucking carrier!" hardik Narindra with both fists ready for action and the muscle veins on his face bulged out big.
"Good, sir." Al also stood up with a sluggish bow and replied softly.
His determination was strengthened, that he should avoid and not befriend Lyodra again. In his mind, if Al continues to be friends with Lyodra then Lyodra will be doomed as it is today.
Al's health condition has recovered, because 6 days ago he was able to go home from the hospital.
However, due to Lyodra's coma, Al waits for her to date. For 7 days there were no relatives or Lyodra's parents who visited.
They were too absorbed in their work, so Lyodra was abandoned at the Hospital.
Al came out of the hospital and waited for an online taxi to pick him up to the Indramayu Police to meet Bharada Jefry.
However, there are still two missions that he must complete to help Bharada Jefry.
After the online taxi came, Al went up. But he felt something strange in the body of the online motorcycle driver.
From the view of bhayangkara aksa, Al saw a dark aura inside the driver's body.
"Sir, are you okay?" tanya Al tried to open the conversation.
"It's okay, ma'am. Just tired," replied the online ojek driver named Sarkoji while continuing to drive his vehicle slowly towards the Indramayu Police.
Within five minutes they both got to the front of Indramayu Police. Al, who got Bharada Jefry's phone number, called him immediately. After giving the cost of his trip from RSUD Indramayu to Indramayu Police Station.
As an intel or police informant, Al was only dressed freely and even told to be able to camouflage anywhere and at any time in various places.
"Sir, where is Mr Jefry?' al asked one of the police fathers who stood guard at the receptionist of the public complaint.
The police officer, Bharada Jaenudin, looked at Al from his feet to his head as if remembering something.
"Are you Al?" ask Bharada Jaenudin.
"Right sir, I'm Al," replied Al firmly.
"Okay, Al. It's your warrant to be intel or informant to the police and it's also a letter of information containing some cases you should find out."
Bharaka Jaenudin gave two letters to Al with a friendly smile. But behind the smile as implied meaning that can not be guessed.
Al nodded firmly with a friendly smile and said, "Thank you sir."
After receiving the letter, he immediately went out and looked for a safe place to open the letter, especially a letter containing several cases that he had to find out the information, he said, so that the police easily determine the steps and information in the letter is not leaked out.
Al opened the letter in one of the warteg and ordered food, already one week more stomach is not filled with food, only filled with TD energy and TM energy only.
"Mba, I want to eat, the side dish is this and this!" Al touched the glass that was already like a digital screen of a mobile phone. He pointed to roasted chicken and rawon. Then continued sitting and muttering by opening the letter, "I looked for information from an easier case first. It seems easy."
Al stared at the letter and gave a line mark to his mind on the search case about hidden gambling in the village of Amis.
After the meal was served, Al ate so voraciously while thinking of strategies to find information. Since getting the rise of ripela aksa, Al's intelligence increased very rapidly.
"It seems that I have to buy a motorbike" he murmured while burping after finishing one plate of rice plus grilled chicken and rawon.
However, he had to move around to find information. If you continue to use online motorcycle taxis, the money can be broken. Moreover, the distance traveled today to the village of Amis is approximately one and a half hours of travel that requires no small fare.
He reached into his pocket and took out a magic plastic bag to take out 50,000 bills and gave it to a pretty newsman and kept smiling looking at Al.
The young man who was a little thin came out of the warteg, and found Sarkoji was sitting lethargic on his motorbike.
His dark aura increasingly densely enveloped his body, "Sir. Are you waiting for passengers?" al asked to surprise Sarkoji.
"Eh, that was. Haven't got any more passengers mas," he replied with a faint smile but the look on his face was getting as white as paper made Al so sorry.
"Mother has eaten? If you don't eat yet sir. I bought it and you ate it all."
Al patted the father's shoulder and his body felt very cold even though it was blocked by a thick red jacket that protected his body.
"Thank you, man. You've eaten," replied Sarkoji and continued to try to offer his services again to Al, "Do you want me to deliver again?"
"if you don't wait for passengers, you can take me to the nearest motorcycle dealer" Al said with a friendly smile.
Sarkoji haya nodded with a smile and gave Al and Al helmets immediately on the bike.
On the way, Sarkoji coughed several times and let out a dark aura from his mouth. It certainly brings curiosity to Al.
'Why is there such a strange thing? Is this a bad or good thing? Judging from the expression and condition of his body, this father was like a sick man. But his concentration power is still normal?' batin Al thinks very hard.