My boyfriend's a Vampire
Episode 54: Escape
Coming out of the mouth of the alley, the fat-bodied Don immediately hugged an ojek that happened to run nearby.
“Eh...Originally up! I've been booked, Bang!”exclaim the motor driver while turning over.
Ojek motor, a man who is aged and thin in body wearing a special jacket of an online ojek, felt he had to work professionally so that he did not immediately receive orders outside the application.
“Gue triple pay,Bang!”don looked rushed.
“Can't be so, Bang. Try to order again using the application,”pleks motorbike politely.
“Ah...Most rules! Here's the bike for me!”exclaim Don while pushing the old motorcycle taxi until it falls into the asphalt of the road.
His sizable suitcase he placed in front, clamped between his two legs. Don is stuck and there is no time to tie his suitcase. It seems that Don's large body size can be a good buffer for the suitcase to stay in place during speeding on the highway.
“Eh..The insolent! Muttering! Propagate!”
A chorus of people flocked to the location and shouted at Don who was speeding with his motorbike. Some of them tried to help the old man, the taxi driver to the side of the road and sat him there.
“Ampun..Apes my fate today. Where is a borrowed motor. All day I have not been able to make money,” said the old man while crying sobbing.
Shortly thereafter, came the ojek passengers who came out of the home page,”Lho..Where is my motorbike?”
A young man, a, a man of about twenty years old in casual clothes and sneakers while carrying his backpack stood confused to see a motorcycle motorcycle taxi driver in a jacket without a motorbike who was supposed to deliver him to campus.
“My motor is robbed,Son.”
“Then, you report to the police only. I'm in a hurry, want to order another ojek only.”
“Yuk..I took it to the nearest police station,” said another ojek who also sympathized.
The old man also hugged his colleague to the nearest police station to report the incident he had just experienced.
At the station, Don calls his friend to secure the motorcycle he just took to escape. His friend was a stolen motorcycle rider.
“How much do you ask?”
“Entah it's up to you! I just need to use it. But come on, my sins are already many.”
His partner, a man with a plontos head and a body filled with tattoos, laughed out loud.
“Then it's free for me,”sout while spinning his thick mustache.
“Nak aja!”don exclaimed as he held his suitcase tightly and pinned it between his two legs.
“One million dah!”
“Crazy lo! Too cheap.But risk if I get caught.”
“Gue will have to polish the paint again. Change plate number again before I sell, Bro!”
“Judah two million aja!”
“One and a half million!”
“Have.Here's cepet!”
“Where are you going, Don? Are you not working? Not a flyer to pull?”
“Sotoy lo!I just went for a walk to find my bini candidate,”sahut Don ngasal.
“Be careful on the road,Don! I'll let you know when I get to.”
Don could only grin and turn his body towards the station entrance to book a ticket.
“Search tickets to Merak. Still there?”
“I'll check soon. For how many people?”
Officers checked on his computer, Don looked agitated, his head intermittently turning to the right and left to observe in case a pair of eyes were watching him.
“There sir. Twenty-five minutes left. But you have to go down in Rangkasbitung first. New from there to Merak.”
“Aduh..Ribet. Why not once?”think Don.
The man who has a hometown in Pasuruan, East Java was reluctant to return because he knew the police would definitely look for him at the parents' house. Therefore he intends to flee to Lampung, to the home of one of his long- widowed female friends. Don thought there must be no one suspicious because he had never been too close to Karti, the widow's name.
“So buy a ticket no,Pak?” ask the officer at the ticketing section.
“Before I think,”sahut Don's riled up.
The man was fat and covered himself with a leather jacket and hat and sunglasses and sat down and thought, then grabbed a cell phone from his black jeans pocket.
“Gue new inget no Om Benjol. Maybe he just wanted to let me buy a plane ticket,”gumam Don while laying his back to the chair in the waiting room of the station.
Benjol, an elderly man, is a leader in a project that often receives hot money. The money was often used to launder money at nightlife venues, including having fun with young women at night and nywer. Don as an office boy often splashes the money, the amount can be quite five hundred thousand or one million rupiah overnight. Therefore, he often awaits the arrival of Om Benjol by offering the girls a new song guide, still fresh and beautiful as a companion drink or just singing in the karaoke room.
“Drying...Drying.
Ringing the phone into the phone belonging to Om Benjol who was preparing for a meeting, he picked up a cellphone that had been silent because it had just been turned on to check the presence of all his business colleagues .
“Halo...How are you,Don?”
“Halo,Om. Don is in a disaster. Grandma Don is dead. Don't want to go to Lampung.”
Don acted pretending to be sad, his voice made as if he was crying sobbing.
“Waduh,Don. I'm busy. Want to meet. Tar I asked the secretary to buy you a ticket. Send aja KTP lu.”
“Oh alright,Boss. Thank you very much!”exclaim Don while soaring with excitement.
“Sama-sama. Oh yes..You guys send condolences two million rupiah.”
“Two million rupiahs? Aji mumpung! Hooray...”seru Don in heart.
The fat man is like a durian faller, earning double fortune for his crimes. Apparently the reproof of God has not worked in this cunning man.
People at the station gasped and looked at Don with probing eyes.
Don ignored them, the most important thing is that he was able to escape as soon as possible outside the island.
He dragged his suitcase in a hurry, and he just realized his motorcycle had been sold to a container.
“Aduh...”seru Don while patting his own eel.
Then the man responded to an online taxi driver who offered his services.
“Where are you,Bang?”he greeted me kindly and opened the door.
“Ke airport. Fast yes,Bang!”
“Three hundred thousand yes!”
Don knew the price that the taxi driver opened was expensive, but he did not intend to offer it. In his mind just danced around a plan to escape in the fastest way without the police knowing.
“Telse,Bang. Cepetan bit ya!”
“Ready! As long as it is not jammed in the streets,”sahut the driver while fixing the rearview location.
“Search mouse street only,Bang. The important thing is fast,”pinta Don while putting his suitcase collapsed at the bottom of the seat next to him so as not to look forward and overwrite the driver's seat.
Online taxis also go at high speed through the city. Don could breathe a sigh of relief to be able to escape. In his eyes, his eyes are shadowed by Sukapura Village in Lampung, which is overgrown with pine forests, the perfect hiding place according to this farmed man.