INDIGO TEAM
Preparing (Season 1)

I left school at half-time in the morning after saying goodbye to my father, mother and grandmother. Brother Ang will be my driver this morning, who will take me to school. After the car stopped in front of the school fence, I said goodbye to Ang and got out of the car and entered.

This morning I felt so excited. Wh why? Because today is Saturday, where there is only one subject. At my school Saturday is still leaving, only the subjects are reduced.

The completion of the first lesson. I'm h-home. Friends will play at home later in the day, he said.

"Assynjetoy!" I cried out loud after taking off my shoes and putting them on the shelf next to the door.

"Waalaikumsalam" said the mother as she walked up to me.

"Why is his left hand so dirty?" my question was to move to take my mother's right hand and kiss the back of her hand.

"Yes, again planting vegetables and fruits in the garden because. Tumben's coming home?".

"It's saturday ma'am. They're gonna come here, ma'am, oh yeah, so don't we go to Gisa's funeral?" ask me to make sure before continuing the road to the room.

"Owh, yes, God willing so son" I nodded and went to the room. I took off the brown uniform today and put it in a bucket of dirty clothes and then had lunch. After lunch I went to the back garden to help my father, grandmother and mother grow all kinds of vegetables and fruits.

"No mustard ma'am?" ask me after frowning looking for the existence of one of my favorite vegetables.

"No boy, the stock in the store is running out" said the mother looked at me briefly and then focused again on the tomato plants.

Morning changed by noon. The hot day to be exact. The sun is right over your head. I decided to rest and clean up. I touched my head that felt so hot. A glass of cold water has been able to relieve thirst in the esophagus.

"Assynolajet.. Lisa!!".

Chalis' voice sounded louder than the others. Oh, my friends have arrived. I walked to the door and opened it. Chalis stood at the front, in his hand holding a basket of woven bamboo with ribbon ornaments and so on containing fruits.

"Would you like to see the sick or go to the house?" many wonder.

"Yee..Emang gini rich fruit basket just so bring the hands of a sick person! So bring your hands to play house temen can also times. By the way we weren't invited in? Hot knows!" cerocos Chalis's.

"Oh yeah forgot, go in".

After all the friends entered. I closed the door and approached them in the living room.

"Who's in the car too?" I saw Anggana sleeping on Zara's lap.

"Yes brought, the problem is. At home there are no friends" said Chalis.

"He slept, fainted or died?".

"Sleep".

"It looks like in the same jampi Zara eating Anggana can sleep on the sepules, where the rich tentrem really, really peaceful" said Ais.

"About!" sentak Zara's.

"Zara does have an aura that captivates cats. Zara is the nature of motherhood, who knows the cats close to her are kittens who need mother's affection, eat the cat so lulut same Zara" Reza chirped casually.

"Yet" said Chalis, Glen, Ice, Rey, Vishnu, and Adam together. We chuckled then while Zara scowled.

"Buy cat again just to become Temen Anggana Lis" I suggested.

"In that place?" i'm nodding.

"Eh.. already on the dateng, it's not at lunch yet?" ask the mother who came out of nowhere while carrying a knife that leads to us all.

"We've all eaten aunty" Glen said.

"Mom, this knife. What else did you do?" I moved to lower the knife.

"Owh, hehe sorry sorry, mommy's again nicked tomato".

"Tante cut tomato with a knife? You can use your hands only tan" said Chalis.

"Eh. make cut tomato ding instead of tomato methik, misspoke auntie, hehe" kekeh mother.

"Yes, please continue the activity, consider it your own home, the snack is on the family room table yes" mother then passed.

"Take a snack gih Ris, gw gatel gw already gununyah gwah" Chalis said.

"Take it yourself" I said, then walked to where Zara was sitting and took Anggana in Zara's lap. As I lifted her up, this black angora-type cat stretched her body for a moment and then went back to sleep on her lap.

"Uuuuu is very funny, emesh deh so" I pinch Anggana cheeks that do not taste the flesh. Erratum!. I mean the fur. That right Anggana cheeks have thick fur makes the flesh is not felt. Oh, no, it's not clear that I'm.

"Oh yes gaisss.later me, father, grandmother and mother God willing to go to Gisa's funeral. Anyone want to come?".

"Son! Bathing gih" said the mother who again came out of nowhere. I replied then squeezed Anggana's body briefly and went to the room.

"Wait a minute now".

After the shower, I dressed like the man who was going on a pilgrimage. The black veil also covered my head. After I felt everything was ready, I went down to meet my father, mother and friends.

"Grandma's not coming, ma'am?" my many.

"So kid".

"Behold your sister" I nodded and went to sit beside Anggana who was still asleep.

"Ris, we're going to eat, our clothes are bright colors like this, we go home first to change clothes?" whispered Glen.

"I dress in black all the time" said Zara.

I looked at him wearing black clothes and pants. Brunette she stalls.

"Mom! If you go home first to change clothes can not ya?" myrag.

"It can, it's okay. Brother Ang also seems to have just traveled, just finished college because" I nodded.

"Yes, if that's the case, I'm the same others go home first, then try to come mopping up" I nodded again.

"Yuk go home, change clothes" Glen asked as he stood up.

"Why should I change my clothes?" ask Ais.

"Let's feel the pilgrimage, let's hunt" Glen pulled the hand of Ais and the others.

"We're saying good-bye to auntie, Ris" my mother and I nodded.

"Be careful on the road" cried I and mother together.

"Yes aunt".

"You're tumben her black outfit all?" many wonder.

"Why hayo....??".

"Because you're wearing a black outfit" I said unclear.

"Is it not clear, your question is strange, is not I often wear clothes or pants or black items? You asked me so rich the first time I saw I was wearing black".

"Why don't you wear clothes, pants or things that are bright colors? It's better".

"The message became rich killer, intel, want to pilgrimage, and also rich do not have another color dress at home" I added.

"The killer doesn't always wear black clothes, there's even a killer who just stays in a special room with his incense smell and sharp flowers".

"That's a witch doctor" my sergeant.

"Well that you know, keep intel? Precisely if the intel wears all-black clothes, it will be conspicuous and suspicious. Know me that intel is a police spy who carries out the task of observing the target or target, and even colorful clothes in order to blend in with the surrounding residents and not give a sense of suspicion to the viewer".

"What did that mean? Wanna pilgrimage? Don't we want a pilgrimage?" i'm nodding.

"If you don't have any other color clothes at home, there really isn't. Just a school uniform that is different in its own color, in the closet I only dress in black. If my school uniform hangs in the closet next to it".

"Pinter answer you" chirped me.

"Pinter, you learn. Oh yes later if we go, Anggana at home alone dong? What if he messes up?" ask Zara.

"It's also your word, but I don't think Anggana will".

"Ok deh".

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