Not Ordinary Love (Vampire Love Story)
I Want

Today the weather is a little drizzling out there. Water points

looks wet the window glass. Small drops that bring joy or sorrow.

The drizzle will feel beautiful if we are under one umbrella with

the one in love. But drizzle will also bring wounds for the heart that is being

languished. Looking forward to hearing from someone far away. Missing it is

heavy, you really said Dilan.

Larasati continued to look at the splash of water that hit the glass

window next to his desk. Glancing at the flat object lying on top

tabletop. A cell phone that he checks every five minutes. I wish there was a message coming from someone

which he was waiting for.

“excuse Mbk Laras” voice of a female employee

surprised reverie.

“Eh yes, why Mita?” laras.

“ini no package for Mbk Laras.”

“package?” his forehead creased, did I order anything? Then shake

head slowly.

“iya,ini mbk.” Handing a small box to

Laracati.

“thank ya.”

“sama-sama mbk, please excuse me.” Bowing respectfully before

go awayl.

“iya,please.” Smilingly.

The barrel observes the small-sized box above

his desk. A pink color box with a ribbon on it. Grab that box

and flipping through with the intention of finding the name of the sender. Niente. Nonexistent

name or address of the sender. Then why did it get here, who

delivering this package, he asked in his heart.

Pull the ribbon and open the box cover. There's a little

surprise in his eyes. Who sent this special gift.

once, he praised. There's a greeting card too. The girl grabbed and

read its contents. His heart was pounding reading every strand of the written word

neat on the small paper, he could not hold anymore, clear flowing water

just like that along with the restrained sobs.

His eyes turned to a glittering thing in the

in box. A necklace with a crescent-shaped pendant. Combined with

a bright red stone in the middle. Larasati smiled

occasionally rub the corner of his eyes. With a heartbeat that is still as turbulent, he

grab and put that thing on his neckline. I know you are the

best, his murmurs watered.

Flashback.

The events before the graduation of Larasati and the ones that happened

subsequent.

Sakti woke up from her sleep this morning. That man

shaking his head slowly, trying to drive away the dizziness that crawled his head. Some

he never slept enough today. He fell asleep in the morning and woke up

before dawn. His body felt tired, a problem that had happened lately

make him really work hard. He even slept in a hospital

thankfully, Thomas always brought him food and change of clothes. If

no, maybe he'll also be lying in one of the hospital rooms

these.

The man sat leaning against the sofa that was the place

he slept a few nights. Closing his eyes while massaging the base of his nose, his head

still feeling dizzy now. The shadow of a girl's pretty face flashed across

her head. How are you, baby? His lips smiled thinly. After his head

feels better, he looks for flat objects that he rarely touches because

his work in the Hospital.

It was lying on his desk. Sakti takes

that thing, but it turns out the phone's dead. Maybe the battery's gone, then looking

charger inside the drawer and connect it on the phone to charge. Subsequent to

while waiting, he turned on the phone.notification light was visible

blinked a few times, indicating there was a message coming in there.

Thomas. He smiled looking at the top message in his chat list. Ten messages

from a contact he named “ Dewi Kesayanku”. His fingers then pressed

slow the screen, read the line of messages sent by the beloved goddess. Some

messages sent in different time frames. The girl didn't want to

bothering, but also wanting to show his attention.

“Sorry dear, you must have felt neglected all this time but

thank you for wanting to understand, I also miss you Laras” he murmured on

by yourself. Then type a reply for the girl,

(I'm okay that. Thank you for your understanding.

Although distance separates us, trust me, my dear is only you. Love u too.)

Her lips continued to review the smile, but there was a slight sense of

guilty in his heart. However, Larasati is an important person in

his life, Sakti loves the girl, he does not want to lose Larasati just because

he feels neglected. Even in the message she sent, the girl said

she is well and always supports it.

“You've woken up Sir?” Thomas came in with a bag

small in his hands. Sakti's dressing gown and main breakfast, fresh blood.

“hemm, are you coming again? Don't feel burdened with me

Thomas, live as you wish.” Said calm. Thomas's Loyalty

there is no need to doubt.

“this is my obligation Sir. You are the future King

I have to protect.”

“I trust you, you are indeed the best.”

“imaksih Sir. This is your breakfast.” Take a bottle

it's dark from inside the bag, and gave it to Sakti.

Sakti received the bottle with her right hand. Unclose it

and sip the contents until the last drop. Fresh blood is a source of energy

finest. His body feels fresher.

“Master, another two days Miss Laras will be graduating. Are you not

want to give something for him.”

“really? Why did Larasati not say. What do you think

should I give it?” slightly get up from his leaning position.

“something that can keep it from hunters.”

“you mean?”

“i feel the scent of hunters around Miss Larasati.

I can't find him yet. It would be better if we could give

something that could disguise the smell of Miss's blood. To keep Miss safe from the attacks of the

hunters who find it at any time.”

“right, you're right Thomas. I can't get anywhere near him

now, thanks for your advice Thomas.”

“sama-sama Mr.”

Sakti then stood up, taking a necklace that he always had

take it wherever it goes. An object that has the magical power of the nation

hunter, disguise. The necklace will disguise the smell of Laracati blood from the smell

sharp the hunters. Looking at it for a while, then came the idea of giving

greeting card."give this after his graduation." he asked Thomas.

"well Sir"

With a smile that continued to grow he wrote word for word

words on a small piece of paper. Words representing his feelings, seen

dorky. But he likes.

Dear My Beloved Goddess

I want to love you simply

With words that cannot be said

Wood to fire that makes it ash

I want to love you simply

With a signal that was not delivered

Clouds to the rain that make it nonexistent

And if the universe of time were to measure my love

He had to die repeatedly to come back to life

(Sapardhi Djoko Damono, with revised author)