(REVISED) My Man Is A Bunian

1.2

...My Man Is A Bunian's...

...CHAPTER 2: The Mysterious Man...

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With a distance of a few inches, Santi ventured to get closer.

“Excuse me-excuse me sir! 'excuse me-excuse me sir!' " Santi's voice quietly carefully, Santi's hand gently patted the shoulder of the sleeping man before her.

But the man did not respond...

“Excuse--,'excuse-,” Santi's voice suddenly stopped, Santi spontaneously retreated a few inches back to give distance.

“Mmmmm..,” growled the man.

Seen the Bule Man, trying to open his eyes slowly. So that his eyes can adjust the light that enters the iris of the eye.

“E. .anu,”Jawab Santi stuttered while scratching his nape' which is not itchy.

Santi's pupils instantly widened perfectly, as an eyeball to the ashes stared at Santi casually.

This makes Santi wrong, but quickly Santi brushed off the clumsy feeling on him.

The man just fell silent and just stared at Santi with a strange look.

“Sir, sorry if I disturb. 'Sir, sorry if I bother you'.” Santi tried to open the conversation.

But the man was only speechless with an astonished look staring at Santi.

“Ah ok. Sorry my English it so bad. But-ah ok. I'm sorry if my English is bad, but- What else do I have to say, ooh! Explain'nya how?" Santi nodded slowly. However, it can still be in with. Santi looks upset himself.

Santi tried to explain his intention, why he woke the man up. However, Santi is confused because Santi is not good at English and what else should Santi say.

The man furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Santi with a still strange look.

“M..Where are you from and what’s your name? 'Mm... where'd you come from and what's your name?”

Bumbling and confused, Santi was forced to make a sentence that he knew and memorized. But Santi himself was also embarrassed because he had to speak like that. Yeah, how else. That sentence is the easiest.

The man suddenly laughed, because he saw the behavior of a strange woman who was in front of him.

“So funny? Why are you laughing? Is that weird?” Santi asked in Indonesian . by staring fixedly at the man in front of him, while he scratched his head that did not itch.

The man smiled, his smile was really addictive.

“What are you talking about Miss? I'm not a tourist." The man replied with his fluent Indonesian-sounding language.

Santi's mouth suddenly gaped and his pupils looked enlarged in disbelief, "Ah.... You can speak Indonesian?"

Santi asked in disbelief, that the man who looks like the Twilight actors in front of him, can speak Indonesian very fluently. Making Santi shocked and embarrassed because he was acting shamefully.

“Damn why don't you talk when I ask? At least answer me, let me not shame in front of you." Santi continued with cheeks that had been flushed because of holding back embarrassment.

“How do I answer? You didn't give me a chance to talk." Answer the man.

Santi just fell silent while looking down. Because he did not want his red face to be seen by the man in front of him.

“Known my name Bejo." Suddenly the man reached out his hand towards Santi .

immediately Santi raised his face and chuckled in amusement, he even ignored the man's hand.

“Serious is your name? For what? Yes, God." Santi asked in disbelief. Santi still chuckled considering the name of the young man.

“Any? My real name is Raka. However, my friends often call me Bejo" replied the man

“Have you lived here for a long time?" Santi approached and then asked.

“But I never saw you? Oh yes, and also your face seems to be, not the residents who are from here." Santi felt strange.

“I live not far from here, my house is there. I just finished walking in the area, saw a lush tree, forced me to rest and not realize I was asleep, and then you came to wake me up." The man replied while giving the reason why he fell asleep under the tree, So Santi did not ask much.

Santi listened carefully to the explanation of the man before him. However, from the explanation of the man it seems something strange.

“Mmm.. But , the place you said there was no home. There are only rocks from the eruption and there are also only trees. Are you making up?" Ask Santi to investigate

“There! There is even a Great City .I'll take you to my place sometime." Replied the man who was accompanied by a palanquin smile from his thin lips.

“Oh. Yes, I'm Santi. So who should I call you? Bejo or Raka?" Santi asked as he extended his hand.

“Call as you like' which makes you comfortable only.” Reply to the man while replying to Santi's hand.

Santi was jerked when the man's hand touched Santi's hand, It was cold as ice. It was like there was no blood flowing to his palm.

“Ah.. Ok, I call you Raka. Let it sound cool." Santi replied with a smile, then he let go of his hand.

“Oh yes, Santi. Looks like he wants a mahgrib. I have to go home, Because my journey is still long.”

Replied Raka who then stood up from her seat while taking the backpack that she made the pedestal for her head while sleeping earlier .

“Alright! I have to go home too." Reply to Santi who also stood up.

“Thank you for waking me up" Raka said with a smile.

“Iya alike."Replied Santi as her hands scratched her un-itchy head Because of embarrassment .

“Ok. I'll walk, see you later." Raka replied as she walked back to Santi.

Santi just nodded in agreement, and let the man named Raka pass.

Santi just looked behind Raka's back which was getting away from her. Santi ascertains where Raka will go, until the man disappears among the thickets.

Just as Santi was about to turn around, his eyes caught something on the ground, between the stem and the root poking out. He saw something not far from where Santi was standing. Santi then crouched down and picked up the object.

Apparently, flat objects that are the size of the palm with a black color silver metallic. It's a cell phone.

Hurriedly Santi ran after Raka, Santi ran towards the place where Raka disappeared, then shouted to call Raka's name.

“ Raka! The raka! Your phone's gone." Shouted Santi in the thickets of trees and shrubs. Santi kept shouting the name of the man, but his efforts were in vain.

“Santi! Where are you, son? Mahgrib, come back." The voice was the voice of Santi's mother who shouted to him.

Hearing his mother's voice, Santi just remembered that he had to go home soon. Santi leaves the place where Raka disappeared.

Santi then walked back to his house, and Santi just realized, it turns out he had walked far and out of the garden barrier.

After Santi arrived at the garden, he found his mother who was looking for him in confusion.

“Maaa ... Why follow Santi to the garden?” Santi asked when he met his mother who was looking confused .

He quickly hid the flat object in his pants pocket.

“Where are you from? Don't make people panic." Replied Santi's mother, when she saw her son approaching her.

“E ..that's Ma, just saw the saucy bird right, keep running in that direction . Santi is chasing. " Santi replied lying.

“Come home! Would like a good mahgrib if still outside. And next time, play don't get out of the barrier." Tegur Santi's mother .

“Iya mama, sorry. next time not again kok Ma. Let's go home Ma. Santi also wants to take a hot shower! the body is on the floor."Answer Santi.

Santi and his mother then walked home together.