INDIGO SYSTEMS

Indigo <>23 Aura Black II

Mr. Sarkoji delivered Al and has reached one of the motor dealers named Yabohai Jaya Motor.

Al came down with a bad feeling. Because along the way he kept thinking about the problem that happened to Sarkoji. However, he did not find any bright spots at all.

"Thank you sir." Al went down and immediately gave the money a fraction of 50,000.

Sarkoji received the money and will return the change, because the travel cost is only fifteen thousand rupiah, "No need sir. Just go back to your dad."

After commenting on the smile, Al got into the motorcycle dealership and was greeted kindly by the waitress who was dressed quite sexy, "Something can be slammed mas?"

"Sorry, madam. Can you take me, hehehe." Al immediately chuckled to hear the SPG's words and he thought this was funny.

"Sorry, I'm kidding. Let's sit down first." The Vienna named SPG allowed Al to sit down and entertain Al with the best of gantol tea drinks as well as brownies cake.

'I didn't expect their service to be so excellent to customers. Though not necessarily me or other customers will buy, ' Inner Al with eyes full of admiration.

Vienna also sat on the seat opposite Al which was bounded by the table and asked while giving a brochure, "What kind of motorbike would you buy?"

Al mbungkam while opening and seeing various types of Yabohai brand motorcycles, "This motorbike mbak. But I bought cash and want to be taken right away now, can I?"

"Can, if we have stock of the type and color of the motor that you want," replied Vienna with a friendly smile.

For a moment All was flabbergasted by Vienna's smile and slightly sipped his saliva because he could not bear to see the woman who had a value of 90.

"Sorry, madam. Ma'am is very pretty so my heart is tempted and I chose this bike as well this color." Al gave a statement to his heart that he said was honest, then pointed to the type of black sport, the Yabohai R27 motorbike for 65 million.

Without further ado, he accidentally kept a magic plastic bag on his chest so that when he took a lot of money, people who saw him were not suspicious.

For Al's chest and stomach were like a heap of big money.

The 65 million was given to Vienna by putting it on the table, "Well, mas. Thank you we will immediately process please ask for an identifier or ID card as a condition of the management of the motor letters."

Al gave his ID card to Vienna by commenting on a smile, making Vienna blush in shame. Although Al is fat, but he has in the eyes of women he has his own charm.

Vienna left Al with 65 million dollars and his ID card to the transaction section. Vienna must complete this transaction so that he immediately gets a bonus, because it has been one month and yesterday he has not received customers.

Giving her a bottle of gantol tea and brownies was one of the WIna services of her personal money. However, he had to break out late this month so that his boss would not scold him again every day and press him to get customers.

Al also saw a momentary black aura enveloping Vienna's body, but the aura was gone at this moment.

'Why does Miss SPG also have the same black aura as the online motorcycle driver earlier. Is this something simple?' al-brow again thought hard.

Vienna returned to meet Al and gave him the keys, but when both hands touched. Al felt the cold air exceed the coldness of Sarkoji's shoulder, even the coldness to the point of stabbing Al's bone.

Al was shocked and immediately put his hand back and reasoned not to offend Vienna, "Sorry, miss. I'm surprised."

Vienna cupped his hands with teary eyes, fearing that his actions offended Al and made the fat man, not so buy a motorcycle through Vienna, "Sorry, mas. Sorry."

"It's okay mba. But it looks like a pale mba face, don't get too shaved at her job." Al reminded while taking the keys of his motorbike dropped by Vienna.

"I'm healthy, my mom. Thanks for your attention. These are all gifts from us and for his letters can be taken no later than 14 working days." Al simply nodded to reply to the Vienna notice.

Al received a sizable cardboard containing a helmet and jacket from the Yabohai Jaya motorcycle. Then wear a helmet and jacket to prepare to ride the motorcycle that has received a 10-liter BBM bonus in the tank.

Al turns on the starter button and pulls the gas handle of the motor to try the first time the motor of his dreams.

Al immediately glided towards the village of Amis, but along the way, Al several times found men and women both experienced the same thing with Sarkoji and Vienna.

His body was enveloped in a black aura, there was even a peasant hoeing in the rice fields, his black aura was more concentrated than Sarkoji's.

Al eyes continue to go around while riding the motorbike but with the focus of driving. The closer to the road that leads to the village of Amis, the more people whose bodies are enveloped in black aura or dark aura.

"What's this about? Why are more and more people experiencing the same symptoms? Anenhanya, the aura can not be sucked by bhayangkara aksa like wajtu I suck the aura belonging to Miss Prida," muttered Al and stopped his motorbike in one of the stalls that lead to the main road to the village of Amis.

More precisely Al has arrived in the village of Karang Dawa, there are many young men who are hanging out. Of course while copying, they talked about something with a code named 'Main Kebon Bintana.'

Al grew curious, because when he said it, as straightened in a gambling practice. Al carefully kept eavesdropping and caught every word they said.

By scratching his head that is not itchy then Al took a lot of snacks that are presented in a place and gave it to the young men.

Al wanted to fish more deeply about the main kebon animals, "Please mas-mas, I treat. Please pean as much, but may I ask mas-mas seems very exciting. I like to put it up so I know."

Al tried reflective techniques or pacing techniques in a conversation to dig up an information.The technique actually equates perception even though sometimes what he said was never experienced or lied.

"Oh, is it really a mas? Looks like a distant mas oraang and a rich man yes," chirps one of a young man named Amin.

He is indeed an agent or marketing play kebon the animal. He will try to seduce the citizens, both young people and women as well as men and women to participate in the game play animal kebon.

He would bring a lot of money and put it on the table and say if the money is money that can be obtained from playing animal kebon.