My boyfriend's a Vampire
Episode 55: Don's Hiding
Episode 55: Don's Hiding
The express ferry Don boarded docked at the Port of Bakauheni.Lampung Selatan. Don's fat body began to sweat, releasing his black jacket and carrying it on his thick back with fat. The man took off his black hat and wiped the sweat that began to drip from his forehead, with the back of his hand.
“Kruuk….Crew...”.
His stomach started to make a sound, indicating it was time for lunch. He saw the clock in his right hand.
“At 14.45. I should be hungry. From the morning have not eaten anything,”batin Don while dragging his suitcase to a nearby food stall.
The tip of his eye was thrown around and caught a food stall that was quite crowded with visitors.
“If many of the signs of the stall are delicious,”he thought as he prepared to enter.
A man dressed similar to him seemed to be closely watching Don's appearance from head to toe. His intention to eat there was stopped because he was still in pursuit of the police, and he did not want to fall into their trap.
“Don't he be a cop?”
A million questions raged in the heart. Although he had informed Karti that this day he would come, it was impossible to eat at Karti's house because his stomach could not compromise. Don is forced to cover his body back with a jacket to protect the people's view of the tattoos on his right and left hands. A large tattoo of a dragon snake on his right hand, and a tattoo of a striped tiger on his left hand. He does not want to invite the attention of the surrounding community, because they assume identical tattoos with criminals or fugitives.
Near the Tiger Tower, stands a rather quiet seafood food stall, most likely because it is expensive. Don prepares to eat there despite his lack of liking.
“The important thing is safe from people's attention,”he thought while pushing his black suitcase faster.
Don had just laid his ass on a long wooden chair in the stall when a phone call startled him.
“Halo...Udah to where,Mas?”there was a spoiled voice belonging to Karti whose number he had saved.
“Again meals,Ti. I'll take an angkot there soon.”
“More you know,Mas. This West Lampung. Almost two hours,”sahut Karti with a soft voice.
“It's okay. The important thing is to meet you,”sahut Don began to seduce Karti with his sweet words.
Along the way Don tries to make a short message to convince Karti that he intends to marry the widow and become a farmer in the village of his future wife. The twenty-eight-year-old woman, blessed with two young children, was still innocent and believed Don's words.
The man ate all his food, two plates of white rice, one portion of stir-fried kale and two grilled tilapia fish. Drinking fresh iced tea that he can add as he pleases without being charged a fee.
“Heks..”.
Don let out a burp so loud and disgusting that the owner of the stall gasped and covered his mouth with his hands.
“How much is this all,Mbak?”
“Fifty-eight thousand rupiah. Plus two bakwan and two crackers huh? So Sixty-five thousand rupiah,” said the owner of the stall, a middle-aged woman dressed in negligent batik.
“Take the change,”, Don said while handing me a red note.
“To the Sukapura pine forest area, must ride what,Mbak?”
“Online taxis sometimes exist. But angkot can also, several times up,Mas.”
“Thank you Ma'am,”ucap Don while dragging his suitcase out of the diner.
Don walked up to the side of the road, seen a lot of colorful angkot without majors. He must see the back of the angkot car to see any direction.
There are angkot colors purple, green, orange.
“Duh..Ah dizzy me. Where the pace is very sparse.Ntar even wrong majors,”gumam Don.
The man turned inward and called an online taxi.
“Mana,Bang. Pine forest destination Sukapura.”
“Wah... Can be two hours,Bang. The fall can be five hundred thousand if using a taxi.”
“That's okay,”sahut Don who acts like a rich man because his condition is tight looking for safety as soon as possible.
Along the way, the taxi driver did not say much. The driver was about thirty-five years old and was climsy with neat hair covered in black peci. Every now and then he just glances through his rearview mirror to see the cars around him.
“Or don't-don't see me?”muttered Don who is prejudiced negative.”
The fat man was again wearing a jacket, and his sunglasses felt safer. Don was sleepy on the streets because the roads were not all paved, there were still many cobbled streets. The speed of the car that is not entirely on flat roads makes it a kind of swing that allows it to fall asleep. He heard the taxi driver talking on his cell phone to someone. But Don was very tired and could no longer open his eyes, his consciousness was gone and he fell into a deep sleep for almost two hours.
Don woke up again and slowly he opened his eyes, the driver was still concentrating on the road in front of him. On the left right there are many forests, only one of two houses that stand far apart.
“Where are we,Bang?”
“Twenty more minutes until,”next flat.
“Just stop at the village chief's house,” said Don who was afraid the driver knew his hiding place.
“Ready,Bang.”
Don breathed a sigh of relief because the driver was not acting strangely. He doesn't talk much, other than necessary things.
The taxi stopped in front of a rocky driveway, the village chief's house was on the front which looked the most magnificent compared to the other houses. The fifteen-meter-wide house with white walls and green sills, with a fairly high bamboo fence, looks beautiful with some color paper flowers in the yard.
“Already arrived,Bang.”
Don reached into his pants pocket, issued a brown leather wallet that some parts of it had peeled off. The driver watches her from the spy room without Don's knowledge. His wallet was full of banknotes, he had prepared it before because he believed the atm machine must be a bit difficult to find.
“This,Bang.”
“Be careful on the road,Bang.”
Don dropped off his suitcase and slightly lifted it as it passed through the watery streets.
“Maybe it rained a lot last night,”he thought.
Don did not want his suitcase wheel full of mud, he walked hastily through the village is still quiet.
“Excuse me..”yelling Don when in front of Karti's house.
The widow's house was behind the village chief's house, probably only ten meters away. A simple house with wooden walls and some already white painted walls, floor tiles size twenty times twenty centimeters dark colored, and the frame is dark brown.
“Lumayanlah still tile floor, not ground,”gumam Don while waiting for someone out of the house.
“Eh..Mas Don's. Come on in,”he was friendly while carrying his two-year-old youngest daughter.
His eldest son, an eight-year-old boy in second grade Elementary School, appeared to be playing cars on the floor.
Don looked at him as the little boy was playing on the floor, and the boy returned his gaze while shouting,”Mak….New dad huh?”
Karti seemed to smile shyly, his skin is brown ripe wrapped in negligee batik with three buttons in front of him, looks pretty sweet as a standard beauty in des aitu.
Don is grateful to have a room in the back, near the bathroom, a relic of Karti's parents who died a few years ago. The man put all his clothes in a wooden cabinet that started to smell of dust because it had been unused for a long time.
Don picks up a towel and rushes to the bathroom thinking of his next plan, taking the hearts of Karti's two children and fathering them for a while.