My boyfriend's a Vampire
Episode 117: Call for Drio

This morning the weather was very sunny, the morning sun implied a reddish tinge in the eastern horizon, the morning dew still dripping on the foliage. The art in the Millennial Dormitory is busy with their respective activities, Maemunah is busy cooking in the kitchen. She is the oldest art that Ryan has brought from his papa home, this 45-year-old woman has served his family for twenty years and fortunately he is a cook. Various cuisines from his beloved homeland can be made, ranging from rendang to woku-woku, no wonder papa continues to maintain Maemunah even though his salary has exceeded UMR capital. Meanwhile, Nurmah, is an art that is only 18 years old and works still a matter of months, but his movement is agile and he is among the most skilled art in operating household appliances made of electricity, his job is to tidy up the house and help other art work. Kustinah is a woman aged around 27 years whose daily task is to wash and iron the clothes of all residents of the dormitory.

Today, Ryan has replaced his old wheelchair with an electric wheelchair so that the role of Mas Budi just accompanies him wherever Ryan goes.

“So I call Mas Drio to finish the administration,Master?”

“Bby. Waiting in my room.”

Mas Andi headed to the back room where the dining table for the children of the dormitory was located. Two rectangular wooden tables, each containing eight chairs, so that there are 16 seats in total, to complete the seats as many as the number of residents in this dormitory, there is a chair placed at the end. The corner of the nurse's eyes was directed to observe the entire room, but there were only three students sitting there enjoying their breakfast. An art passes by while carrying clean spoons and forks, and will be put into place.

“Mbak Nur?”ask the nurse carefully.

“Iya,Mas. What's up?”

“Master asks to be called Mas Drio.”

“Means Den Ryan?”

“Iya. There is an administration issue that has not been cleared.”

“Mas that is rarely out of the room, Mas. I don't know if he's in the room or not.”

“Udah there! Find or leave a message, it is called boss.”

Nurmah also walked down the corridor that connects the front room with the boarding building at the back, which is a two-story building with 17 bedrooms.

“Drio..The newest one to enter the room at the end,”gumam Nurmah while pointing to a room that most rarely opened the door.

The young artist peeked out of the window crevices after several knocks on the door but there was no reply from inside the room. While in the laundry section Kustinah felt overwhelmed with her work piling up. Understand the cost residents of dozens of students and every day they remove dirty clothes two stels, not to mention if there are sheets or blankets that are washed. A room specifically used for laundry was in the front of the dormitory in the form of a small kiosk lined with other stalls totaling four pieces, there the art is allowed to receive laundry clothes from students around him, so that two to three art that Ryan employs more often dwell there. While the canteen is a room in front of the dormitory in the form of small stalls and rented to outsiders who will sell food. Maemunah the cook, the fat woman was looking for Nurmah to help with laundry work. But after being searched in the kitchen and maid's room, the young woman did not reveal her nose. The art is drunk because soon will be busy with cooking for lunch, surrounding the dormitory from the front to the back. His path was scattered while spreading his gaze to the surroundings until his gaze was fixed on Nurmah who was peering from behind the window.

“Heh..Wanted everywhere, ironing stack. Even looking at the guy's room,”tegur Maemunah was a little upset.

“Sstt...Not,Mbak. Again can the boss task to call Mas Drio.”

“Ktap aja. Why?”tanya Memunah with her Japanese dialect medok.

“Lha I have tapped no answer,”sahut Nurmah no less sewot.

“Lha called what is it?”maemunah asked in a whispering voice.

“But pay cost said.”

“Oh..”

Maemunah mangosteen while bending her back to be used as a footrest for Nurmah to go up and see from the cracks of the wind hole. The small-bodied Nurmah easily climbed up and held onto the wall. However, Maemunah's back feels slippery because the clothes he wears are made of material that is so slippery that art mud aitu fell on Maemunah which is below.

“Bruuk..”.

The sound of their bodies falling on the floor was more shocking for Mas Drio to wake up. The young man opened the door with his curly hair that was still messy so that it seemed to expand and towering while his eyes narrowed in glare.

“Sorry. What's up, Mbak?”

The art grimaced with pain, while Maemunah only stumbled on the floor but the condition of his forehead was not injured at all.

“Called the same boss,”said Maemunah while standing up.

“What problems yes?”tanya Mas Drio seemed to not understand.

“Yes just meet Den Ryan in his room. Maybe it's a cost money problem. We excuse you, Mas.”

“Iya..Ja..I'll be there.”

Mas Drio went back into his room and soon came out in a more presentable condition. The dark-skinned and curly-haired young man walked towards the room the homeowner used to receive the registration of new residents.

Now Drio has been standing right in front of the door with his body wrapped in a light green t-shirt and black shorts. The door slid slowly.

“Tok..Tok..Tok....”.

“Please enter.”

Sounded authentic from within, Mas Andi opened the door and let his guests in. The nurse came out of the room, to give her employer a chance to speak with the boarding boy.

“Good morning.”

“Pagi. Please sit.”

“Still,Mas. Sorry I haven't been able to pay the cost,” with my face stuck staring at the floor.

“You know this cost rule must be paid at least six months once.”

“Iya. I understand, Mas. I asked for a dispensation. My parents' house in Papua was hit by an earthquake and it cost a lot to renovate.”

“Keep why don't you look for another cheaper cost?”

Ryan felt a little guilty asking such a question, it seemed cruel but however it was a business and he did not want to lose.

“I promise to pay as soon as possible,Mas.”

Ryan nodded his head, and looked at the young man's face. Drio was about three or four years older than him, his body was a bit thin because he often stayed up late.

“Where are you in college?”

“I'm done,Mas. Remain thesis. I write, and I am a journalist. I collect money from there.”

“You should rarely leave the room. Alright I give you a waiver, can pay monthly.”

“Wah..Thank you very much, Mas. Excuse me first, as soon as I transfer money kos.”

Ryan nodded with a smile, his chest felt slightly claustrophobic, he had not drunk red milk for a long time. His body is not as strong as if he drank it. The driver who was to be sent did not come. The handsome guy is now making a new strategy so as not to sleep in the room with the nurse in order to hide his collection of milk in a small refrigerator in the room.

“I'm sure my feet can heal faster if you drink milk regularly,”batin Ryan while watching both feet.