Not Ordinary Love (Vampire Love Story)
The Day After Rain

“Yes Allah, protect me from the temptations of the damned Satan.Amin”

I ask for protection of the Most Holy. I don't know what this all means. But what is clear is that the creature must not be an illusion. I let out a long sigh, expelling the uneasiness that crept in my heart. My original intention of wanting to wake up and help Mama prepare lunch, had to be delayed again. I locked myself back in my room. Look for all the information about the supernatural world on a search site that knows everything.

The rain outside had subsided, leaving only a soothing drizzle. The air becomes fresher after the rain. I keep wringing on this flat thing. Scrolling up and down non-stop. Read and understand what is written there.

Believe it or not, the creature exists.

The conclusion I got from this search site. Even though I've only been dealing with something like this this this this this time, but I'm sure that they do exist. Living side by side with us, breathing the same air, without us noticing. But there are clear boundaries that we cannot break. Interrupting each other.

But I feel disturbed now, without me knowing what my fault is. Whether the woman in the mirror belonged to a genie or another I don't know either. I was clearly bothered by his appearance.

When I was seriously thinking. Trying to understand the meaning of his arrival, the sound of knocking on the door blew my daydream. As usual, Mama always came in without waiting for my answer. Featuring a friendly smile and a shady look that calms my heart.

“Again Darling?” Ask Mama

“No Ma,” I answered a lie. I don't want to make my mom worry.

“Yes let's go down. From earlier after breakfast, you did not appear down, Mama thought you slept.” Mama

I just grimaced, not wanting to add another lie. Silence is better than lying. I put my phone down carelessly. Stand up to follow Mama downstairs. It has become a routine on holidays. We'll spend time together at home. I usually learn to bake cakes with my mom, even if it's just to enjoy myself. But, that's where the fun lies.

We'll be happy when the cake is perfectly cooked. Pain with dripping sweat will pay off with satisfactory results. It's delicious to look at, it's good to eat. Yes you have it, the cake made by Mama is always flawless perfect. My mom is the greatest woman in the world. I want to be like my mom too.

We brought Papa's favorite legit cake to the living room. Papa looks serious watching the news on the glass screen. Her nose is kempis when she smelled the smell of cake that is still warm on the tray. Mom smiled amusedly, and so did I. Papa-papa, or if there is a good thing to pass.hehe

“Wah, this is what is called the heaven of the world. Rainy atmosphere, selonjoran in front of the television, with a cup of coffee and cakes made by my dear wife.” Papa cheered, as Mama put the tray on the table.

Mama just sneered, and smiled too. Papa is indeed the master if this business. We ate cake while chatting light things up. I dare not bring up the matter in the room. Let this be a secret for a while.

“What is your relationship with that Doctor?” ask Papa suddenly.

I'm a little surprised to hear Papa's question,”OK Pa. Why Pa?”

“Yes not Pa-pa. Are you sure you want to marry Him?”

“Yakin kok Pa,” I replied mantab.

“Although he is a good person, but he is not in the faith with us Laras,” Papa said later.

Ah yes, I once told Mama-Papa about Sakti. They were a little surprised when I said he didn't have a religion. But Papa let our relationship, hoping that with this relationship, I could bring one person to know God. Binding his life with all the rules that God has determined,“Agama”.

“Pa, Laras believes that Sakti actually has faith. It's just that he's not ready to state verbally yet. Laras must have been patient waiting for Pa. Laras believes Sakti could be a good priest for me later,” I said reassuring Papa.

Papa looked silent, there was a worried radiance in his eyes that began to wrinkle. It is natural to feel by every parent. Worries about letting go of her child living with someone else. But I'm sure Papa is a wise man. Not compartmentalizing people because of the status or degree of people.

Not felt the time is already late afternoon, the rain has also subsided. The sun looks timid behind the clouds, but its radiance still gives warmth. The smell of soil after rain is also characteristic. I'm out of the house, stretching the muscles in the house. It's really a holiday. But doing nothing at home, bored as well.

I pulled my training uniform zipper. Jacket and trousers with two lines on the edges of the sides. I'm going for an afternoon walk on a bike today, definitely incline. I went to the jitters, riding the bike I used to ride. But now despite looking well-groomed, I even forgot when was the last time I rode it.

Slowly I paddle my favorite bike out the gate, down the road that looks wet, but not slippery at all. Heavy rain will clean up dirt on the streets.

I breathed in this fresh air that I rarely felt. The city is full of air pollution. The number of vehicles and the number of factories that are standing is a major factor in increasing air pollution. There are only about two hectares of forest left in the city, and even artificial forests planted by the government, to reduce global warming.

My cousin kept me paddling out of the compound. Down the road to the city park which happens to be near here. Maybe there will be quiet later, because of the rain that flushed from this morning. I have been here for a while. City park.

I felt sweat dripping down my forehead. Puffftt, turns cape too. But the distance is not too far. Maybe it's because I rarely berseped that makes me feel tired quickly.

My eyes continued to follow this calming atmosphere. Then I saw someone in the gazebo over there. I wonder who it is, it looks like a grandmother. My heart is like commanding my feet to walk near it.

When I got there, I saw that grandma was cold. Body shivers. He smiled when he saw my arrival,”Neng want to buy pecel crackers? God willing is still worth eating. I used to sell from the morning, because no one has bought rain,” He said later.

“So Mbah from this morning is here?” I'm surprised, I'm sure Grandma's cold.

“Iya Neng, I can not go home because the merchandise is still intact,” Her eyes look teary, there is a sad flush that emanates.

I sat next to her, the grandmother then shifted her basket to give me some sitting room. While he rested in the middle of the gazebo facing his merchandise.

“Then that makes me one Mbh,”

“Iya,iya Neng,thanks.” The answer was then, his wrinkled-looking hands deftly concocting his wares. His lips continued to smile.

Happiness is simple, right?

I kept watching as he picked up the wrapping paper, then stamped some sand crackers and sprayed with a few spoonfuls of sambal pecel dough. Her hands seemed to tremble as she gave the package to me, the grandmother smiled again.

I accepted it, and I washed my hands in a bucket of water that was deliberately placed by the city hand manager to wash my hands. I started eating, I felt the crackers were a little bit crunchy no longer. He was cold as his owner. But that's okay, it's still edible. In silence I finished that pecel cracker. The grandmother kept smiling watching me eat, oh, I thought of Oma.

I gave him a few pieces of money that were always on my jacket. His hands trembled as he received the money,”This is too much Neng, I have no change.”

“Make aja,not pa-pa,”

“But this is too much for a pack of pecel crackers. It cost only three thousand silver. And this?” his eyes returned to tears.

“No papa Mbh, consider this fortune that God entrusted through me. Download aja.”

The grandmother wept looking at the sheet in her hand,”Thank you Neng, may the Lord repay your kindness,” Hold the money in her chest.

“Sama-sama Mbah,” I stand, will be to the parking lot to pick up my bike. I turned around, there's something I have to say,”Mbh, the sauce crackers are good.” I held two thumbs up at him. He was still smiling, rubbing the corner of his eye with his sling.

I don't know, I'm happy too. Seeing her smile, the grandmother was not family, friends, or anyone I knew. I don't know, which I'm obviously happy to be able to help people.I don't feel like I've been parked on a bike, there's no other vehicle there. Maybe people don't want to leave the house. What a loss they could not enjoy this beautiful atmosphere.

“You're here?” the familiar voice I heard. I turned around, and it turns out,” Master Luke? What are you doing here?” Why this shitty CEO is here, isn't this a place far from his office.

She put her hand in her hodie pocket, still looking at me with that look. I hate the way he looks at me. “This is a public place, so anyone can come right?” said relax. Look at that annoying cynical smile. I want to get out of there.

“Oh, I am Mr.” Already preparing to pedal my bike, he was blocking the way. Whatwant?

”You didn't invite me to stop by? It's cold, don't you want me to drink tea?”

Your smile is just so evil, where would I be. “We are not that close, sir, to drink tea at my home.” I don't know why I was so upset with him.

I ignored him, paddling my bike left the man. Let him be cold, there are many cafes selling warm drinks. No need to stop by my house, and I'm sure he's more than capable of buying a glass of tea.

Epilogue:

The man continued to stare at Larasati's distant back. His lips smiled faintly, why can't I do it. It was he who originally wanted to capture Larasati with his ruse. Undo the intention when he saw Laras in the lodge with an old grandmother. I don't know why his heart warmed to see the attitude of the girl.

Without him realizing it, there was something trying to grow in his cold and dark heart.