My boyfriend's a Vampire
Episode 14: Mystery of Annisa

Alisha's school was picked up by Mr. Ujang according to instructions from the father. The sun was still at the top of the sky and its reddish tinge was slipping between the cloud clumps. Mama has prepared a tupperware containing a lunch menu in the car so that Alisha is not late to eat upon arrival at home later. His childhood habit was repeated because the girl was returned to be picked up by Mr. Ujang. The girl actually does not like to be picked up by a driver because all friends will definitely notice her,moreover, black-black uniforms with the name of Pak Ujang is enough to attract the attention of pickups outside the school which is on average crowded by motorbike taxi, online taxi, and city transportation. Alisha is very reluctant to be referred to as a child mami, a nickname that is painful because it is considered a cupu man who lacks association. The family driver, who has worked for a dozen years, installed a seat belt and started the car engine. While Alisha enjoys art-made lunches that entrap the family chef.

“We go straight home,Non?”ask Mr. Ujang while looking back.

“Bapak can take me in this direction gak?”ask the girl while showing the google map in her phone.

“That's out of town,Non. Later scolded by father or mother does not?”

“Papa mama still works right?”

“Iya,Non.”

“Judah we go directly there.Father don't say anything. Promise yes!”

“Oh good,Non. But by the way whose home is it?”

“Home temen,Pak. Don't ask too many questions!”

Alisha opens the car window and observes the car park to look for Ryan's car.

“Pak..Try spinning first. Don't go straight out of school!” alisha orders while chewing her lunch.

Mr. Ujang runs the car slowly. Alisha did not find the guy's car even though today there is no extracurricular that Ryan must follow.

“It must have gone first,”ins.

“Udahan,Non?”asked Mr. Ujang patiently after several times circling around the school parking area.

“Tap gas,Sir!”exclaim Alisha while closing the tupperware back and putting it into a multifunction car seat located behind the car seat.

Mr. Ujang arrived at the hillside location where Ryan was staying after making the nearly an hour's drive. The fog started to fall and the house on the hill was faint from a distance. The girl opened her car window, the air was very cold outside, making her body shiver instantly. There was a puff of smoke like a smoker, when Alisha exhaled.

“We go up,Non?”

“Do not!”

“Then for ap akita to here? This is a plantation or farm area.”

“Father try to the hut house that is below. Ask the owner of the house, who is Annisa whose tombstone is in the cemetery behind the house.”

“Cemetery? Oh fear, Jon. Non coming down no?”

“My feet hurt,Sir. You are alone.But remember not to stay down!”

“Good. Non car keys from inside yes.”

Mr. Ujang was also seen walking down to the hut located on the left side of Ryan's house.

The driver knocked on the hut that was said to be inhabited by cemetery guards, there was no answer from inside the house. Mr. Ujang threw a glance around the house, there was only a very high grass, no flower plants in the slightest. There were only a few chickens pecking at the ground for food and a black cat staring intently with its pupils shrinking during the day. A wicker rocking chair to the left of the door of the house that seemed to sway itself. Pak Ujang held his neck that felt cold, his knees began to tremble because there was no neighbor around there. The cat was still staring with the glare of sharp eyes like a panther about to pounce on its prey.

“Do not stealth cats,”think Mr. Ujang who is getting ready to move from that place.

The driver thought the grave keeper was a demon who loved to sit in a rocking chair and sometimes turned into a black cat.

“Simply the employer's child until it falls. This place is very creepy,”gumam Pak Ujang while turning over.

From a distance there was a heavy sound of an old man limping along, “Young man, stop first!”

Mr. Ujang stopped his steps and looked at the strange-looking old man. His body was thin dry and bent, his left eye was bulging out with reddish eye veins.

“Include me Ujang,Pak.”

“Iya..What are you doing here? People call me Mbah Melotik because my eyes on the left are always glaring.”

The pigtail told him to go into his stuffy, dark hut, only a kerosene lamp hanging on the wall that only turned on at night. Mr. Ujang sat on a long wooden chair with the pigeon.

Mbah Melotong took a deep breath while trying to straighten his bent back,”I who bathes and prays for all the bodies in this area. I don't remember because there are so many graves there.”

“Is there no record of who the families of those buried are?”

The pigeon shook his head, then stared with sharp eyes at the driver. Pak Ujang immediately shuddered to see the left eyeball of the pigeon that was getting bigger and seemed to want to come out of his socket.

“Mba..Can I ask whose big house on the hill it belongs to?”

“It belongs to the farm manager here. His name is Robert Sanders. There was a son living there. There are many employees live there.”

The driver nodded,”Then why is there no other house here? Sorry nanya.”

“Because this area was originally farmland and farmland. Special cemetery area. Maybe people are afraid or because of its location away from the market or public transport.”

“Oh so,Mbah? Can you take me to see the grave?”

“My legs are weak. But alright.”

The two men walked to the rocky path towards the back of the cemetery area of tens of hectares. Mr. Ujang walked in search of a tombstone by the name of Annisa. Mbah helped him search the graveyard complex surrounded by tall grass. The driver's attention leads to a mound of land that is still red with a lot of flowers there.

“This is whose tomb,Mbah?”

Glaring Mbah stopped his steps, his old body looked frail, put one hand on his waist and thought.

“This is actually an old grave. But I forgot.”

“Then why does the ground stay red?”ask the driver full of question marks.

“That I never knew. I pay less attention to it. But there are always flowers on it. Always neat his grave.”

“Try to remember again.”

Mbah Melotot shook his head, “It looks like the old lady next to his grave is also here. But I forgot which one.”

“Alright,Mbah. Then excuse me. This is the care of my employer's child just to help clean the tomb around here,” said Mr. Ujang while handing over a white envelope containing some cash.

“Oh... Thank you.”

Then the pigeon looked at the driver who walked out of the cemetery until his back was no longer visible.

Alisha was restless in the car because the driver was almost an hour downstairs. The air conditioner in the car is reduced because the body is very cold. The girl lay her body in the back seat of the car because she was sleepy.

“Tok..tok...tok.

Alisha had just barely slept, now woke up again and shocked. Opening the car door, his brain was refreshed and drowsiness disappeared.

Pak Ujang installed a seat belt and prepared to gas tank because it was dark.

“Where,Pak?”

“Name of Mbah Bulging. He forgot who was buried there. But he said the housewife next door was buried there.”

“Only that ? The envelope has been handed over, Pak?”

“Already,Non. But he said something was strange. Annisa's tomb is an old tomb whose soil is always red and some are sowing flowers no matter who.”

“Hah? Then who is Annisa? Ryan's mom?”a million questions swirled in Alisha's heart.