INDIGO SYSTEMS

Indigo <>27 Aura Black VI

Al came out of the white vortex and arrived at the back of the stall where he parked his bike.

With a sense of anxiety and worry, Al lansgung rode the motor and turned it on. Then drive the motor as fast as possible so as not to be pursued by Birawa.

"Damn it, I'm stuck with a case with the Sramana culprits or something. It will be difficult to catch them," he muttered in annoyance as he continued to pull the gas grip of his motor strongly.

He was not aware that his condition was even days, but thanks to the eyes of the ripela aksa which was able to predict every movement, Al managed to avoid every hollow road.

[Xixixion .... The life of the master is reduced by 6 years because he has used ripela aksa for 10 minutes]

It feels like Al really wants to hit the system, but whatever power he can't do anything about. The use of ripela aksa is very draining his age, but he can not control its use at all.

Feeling hungry, Al stopped at one of the fried rice shops in the market Cikedung. He parked his motorbike and ordered, "Sir, fried rice one egg 3, drink warm sweet tea!"

Al tried to forget all the events that he had faced before by sighing deeply and sitting while waiting for his fried nasgi to be served.

While he was busy waiting, Al's eyes widened while there was a pocong standing next to the frying pan where the fried rice was being processed.

The pocong spit its saliva several times into the pan that was being stirred by the fried rice seller.

"Nriv ...." Al nausea and vomiting because he saw the pocong, because he felt jiik with saliva pocong green and very smelly.

'Basic, is there no other way to trade using the services of pocong pesugihan,' Inner Al wiped his mouth slimy because of his saliva fluid and still feel nauseous.

"Sir, I'm not a message. But I'm paying for this." Al put the money 50 thousand and approached the pedanngan. Then whispered into his ear, "I can see the pocong you kept. If necessary, I'll catch this pocong and I'll destroy it. Trade it the halal way sir, don't be like this."

Pocong who heard the whispers also trembled, he could see an extremely domineering aura coming out and enveloping Al's body.

The fried rice merchant instead realized instead of angry, "Go there, this is none of your business!"

Al also went away feeling nauseous and upset. Once his inner eye is active, Al is very sensitive to subtle beings, but not all subtle beings he can see.

After the incident, Al was more selective in finding a shop to eat, several times he looked at stores that had khodam pesugihan.

But there are also stores that are crowded without pesugihan, relying only on services and secret recipes that are hereditary maintained quality.

Al stopped at the chicken noodle cart with the merchant whose countenance was lethargic. From his expression, he might not have gotten a single customer from the morning.

"Bang, order one chicken noodle, eat here ya bang!" pinta Al with a big smile, a little comforting chicken noodle traders even though it was just a smile.

"Good, mas. Wait, calm is guaranteed not to take long." The merchant named Mr. Jumari finally smiled as well.

He began to put the noodles into a large pot and vegetables caisim that had been cut into pieces.

While waiting, Al invited Jumari to talk, "Sir, you are very tenacious yes trading. Although other traders use things that are beyond reason, you do not use them" he said.

"Yes, mas. You only rely on hereditary recipes. But ...." Jumari did not continue her statement, she immediately lowered her head with a sad face.

"Yes, sir. I know." Al immediately smiled widely, because he saw many tuyul before in front of the Jumari cart.

Tuyul there are those who send, maybe rival business Pak Jumari. But once Al arrived, the tuyul-tuyul immediately ran away in the fog.

The chicken mia is finished and successfully served by Mr. Jumari on the table.

With a smile, Jumari said, "Hopefully enjoy it."

Al also without further ado took a spoon and fork and stirred the chicken noodles. The portions are very large with chicken toppings that almost spill over the serving bowl.

Al began to eat by tasting the sauce first to feel the taste and fragrance that is so tempting.

Al Lanngsung's eyes widened while the gravy was caught by his tongue and felt a very delicious taste, "Sir, the noodles are delicious. I have two more bowls."

Without further ado with eyes like a dragon pouncing on its prey, Al immediately blew the noodle and sipped it several times with a few swallows.

"Dine, what a good vow!" The look on Al Sumringah's face with a torrent of sweat drenching his face.

Mr. Jumari was more excited to prepare two more bowls of chicken noodles, because the one bowl he had served was almost eaten by Al.

"Yes, that's what sir, hehehe ..," Al chuckled and scratched his non-itchy head.

From afar, the tuyul that was larger than the other tuyul size, kept a close eye on Al who was waiting. Al knew but let it go, because he didn't think it was a threat.

"Sir, has the sale been quiet for a few days?" tanya Al made Jumari's eyes widen. Because what you ask is true and happened in the last few days.

"I-iya. How, can you tell?" Jumari was stunned for quite a while with her eyes widened while preparing an order of two bowls of chicken noodles that Al ordered again.

"Sorry, sir. It's not that I'm bad to think of the same people, but the sale of the father seems to be closed with supernatural beings. Our term is sent by people sir," explained Al to make Jumari more confident.

At first he thought all this was common and rejected all the assumptions about mystical and clenical things. Because there is a principle or term that develops in society 'This millennial age still believes that clenics is nonsense.'

In fact it happened to Jumari at this time, "See sir! Many customers have come."

Though the condition was late at almost 23:00 WIB, but customers who used to eat chicken noodles Pak Jumari flocked.

"Sir, where have you been? That hurt? I'm always in my dad's wagon every day, there's nothing."

"Yes, sir. I've been missing my dad's chicken noodles for two weeks."

"Father is truly the true tormentor of my stomach."

The statements of Jumari's customers further strengthen his belief, that there is indeed a Christmas that is closed.

Al immediately acted, he glued the silhouette of a very small trsiula spear, to repel the evil spirits who will again undermine the sale of Jumari chicken noodles.

Jumari returned to serve two bowls to the table and Al shamelessly ate them.

The customers who were waiting in line, could only take a deep sip of saliva to see Al so greedily eating their favorite chicken noodles.

As Al ate the chicken noodles, he saw several times with a view of bhayangkara aksa, a feature of the same person with a body shrouded in black aura.

Al momentarily stopped his chewing and his eyes began to go around observing people passing by on the road, whether walking, bikers or motorists.

"Not those who enter the gambling area are only 20 people. Then why are there still others who have the same symptoms?" al thought loudly by muttering and there were some buyers of chicken noodles who heard it.

But they did not understand what Al muttered.

Al quickly finished eating his chicken noodles, the mission of finding information about the dark gambling in the village of Amis, the information is 100% he has captured and digested. It was time to report to Bharada Jefry for further processing.

"Sir, how much is it?" tanya Al on Jumari who is busy preparing messages from customers who are increasingly booming even though they are at night.

"Free mas. Thanks to the pocket customers are back, "sold Jumari while pushing Al's hand who held out fifty thousand bills.

"Ah, no sir. Selling is still selling, I just help with sincerity. If there's any more problems like this, you just take down my number."

Al opened his cell phone and showed his number to Jumari. Immediately Jumari recorded it to his butut phone, "Thank you mas."

Al still gave fifty thousand money on Jumari and went by riding a motorcycle at moderate speed, the goal was the house of Bharada Jefry.

During the trip to Bharada Jefry's house, Al tried to train himself to use bhayangkara aksa, and ripela aksa in order to always do not sometimes activate automatically.

After all, he also wants to live a normal life, not necessarily through subtle creatures. Moreover, the incident of Al dream met with the ghost of kuntilanak rangkak or Endang whose death is not yet perfect still imprints in Al's memory.

Al, he still had a fear of the subtle creatures that have too sinister and extreme shape according to the eyes of his glasses.

Unconscious as he practiced using bhayangkara aksa and ripela aksa with all his might, Al managed to control the use of both aksa, as well as he had arrived in front of Bharada Jefry's house.

Actually Al wanted to go to the house of Bharada Jefry, especially he wanted to sleep, as well as reporting the details of the problem of a dark fight in the village of Amis.

Al pressed the bell beside the gate of Bharada Jefry's house, because while driving the motor, Al tried to call Bharada Jefry, but was not picked up.

For a while the feathers goosebumps, but Al refused to use the bhayangkara aksa to see the subtle creatures that are around the place.

"Padma Shiva's!" Al closed his eyes to detect within a radius of 100 meters, how many fine creatures entered his detection radar, and continued, "Pretty many are also around this place. Strong Mr. Jefry also lives alone in the environment of many subtle creatures and then weeds around this place."