My boyfriend's a Vampire

Episode 114: Getting a Personal Nurse

After a very long journey, the plane landed at Soeta Airport.

“Build,Ryan!” exclaimed the papa while shaking the shoulder of the handsome guy who is still slumbering in his sleep.

Ryan opened his eyes and looked around him,”Ah papa.Tadi Ryan dream met mama.”.

“Yuk we are ready. Later grounded staff will bring you the wheelchair,” said papa while removing the seal belt.

“Wait for all passengers to get off, Pa. Ryan did not want to jostle, afraid of being stepped on his feet,”Pinta Ryan who was still reluctant to shift from his seat.

Papa complied with his only son's wishes, his face watching Ryan who seemed to be leaning his head on the chair, his eyes staring towards the exit. Two flight attendants stood by the door, holding their palms together, saluting each of the passengers who came out smiling.

“You dream of meeting mama?”ask papa full of questions.

“Iya,Pa. Mama wears long and white dangling nightgowns. Her face is very beautiful and looks like her mother Alisha,”sahut Ryan while looking away.

“Iya..They are said to be twin brothers.”

“What did the dream mean earlier,Pa?”

“Mmhh..Maybe mama in Heaven kangen you. The day after we sow flowers at mama's meal huh?”

“Mommy's grave is behind Ryan's house right,Pa?”

“True.”

“Ryan feels weird. Why buy a house in front of a grave? Papa can buy a luxury graveyard complex in the San Diego Hills or move Ryan to another house,”protes Ryan with a manyun mouth.

“That's your mama's wish, Son. Want to be buried simply and mingle with small people, and do not want to be far from the baby.”

“At first Ryan did not know that behind the house was a cemetery complex. But after knowing, Ryan's feelings are less like as well, Pa.”

“You scared?”

“Not scared. But Ryan's house stands on a hill far from the rest of the house. If there are many neighbors it would be better, Pa.”

“Mmm….If you don't like it, we can switch homes. But by the way you want to stay at home alone or at papa's house today?”ask papa while helping Ryan down the stairs.

“Anywhere home,Pa. The important papa nemenin,”sahut Ryan a little spoiled.

“Alright then. Papa's house. Later let Mr. Ujang take clothes to your home.”

A grounded staff member had been waiting below and helped push Ryan's wheelchair.

“Halo...Pak Ujang has arrived at the airport?”ask the man who was busy calling the driver.

“Already from earlier waiting in front,Master.”

The loud voice of Mr. Ujang, a driver who has served more than 23 years with his papa family, was heard clearly from across there. They headed to the baggage claim and waited one by one for luggage and passenger bags to be lowered through a conveyor belt at the airport. A “airport helper” helped carry two of their suitcases to the front of the exit where Mr. Ujang had been waiting by waving his hand.

“Thank you yes!”said the father while giving them a tip.

Grounded staff and airport helpers turned their backs to continue their work.

“Where are we going,Master?”ask Mr. Ujang who was walking behind papa who was pushing Ryan's wheelchair.

“Ke my home,Pak. But later get Ryan's clothes at her house.”

“Ready,Master.”

The car drove at moderate speed to a house far enough from the airport to the south. Papa's house is adjacent to an elite residential area with a spacious and high fenced building. Papa deliberately bought a plot of almost 5 hectares to establish various private facilities there, ranging from golf courses, artificial lakes, swimming pools, to helipad tarmac on the roof of the house.

“Papa has a private helicopter. But why don't we have a private jet, Pa?”

The papa just smiled, his sharp and light brown eyes glanced at Ryan,”Kelak if you manage to continue papa's business. Buy a private jet for your family.”

“That means Ryan must try even harder to build our business abroad. Isn't that papa's hope?”

“Absolutely. You're so smart,”praise me while stroking Ryan's head.

Mr. Ujang stopped in front of the house, three art people came to greet them with suitcases, another one pushed Ryan's wheelchair.

“Mas Andi has arrived?”ask papa to one of the art people walking beside him while pushing the suitcase.

“Already,Master. He is waiting in the living room.”

In the living room covering an area of 10 square meters, there is a console table with an ornate umbrella and mirror of American Classic, located, a guest sofa of carved teak wood painted golden so that it is very combined with other ornaments that are typical westernized style. Had been waiting there a male nurse of about thirty years old, her face was misty without whiskers and sideburns, her hair was neatly combed back, she said, his stature is medium with a height of about 165 centimeters and his face is very grounded, his skin is mature but looks clean.

“Good morning Sir,”sapanya while standing and slightly bowing salute.

“Again, this is Ryan, my only son.”

“I Ryan. Can I call Mas or Brother?”

“Call aja Mas Andi,”his request while sitting back.

Robert Sanders sits next to Ryan's wheelchair, the art of pushing a wheelchair back into the kitchen and continuing his work.

“Nah Mas Andi is what will serve all your needs. He will also accompany you during Solo later,”ujar papa while leaning his back on the sofa and scythe.

“Good,Pa. Hopefully Mas Andi matches Ryan yes,”sahut Ryan while shifting his wheelchair to be closer to the papa.

“It usually heals quickly if physiotherapy with routine there. I have been there for five years with patients. 90% cure rate,”ucap Mas Andi with convincing style.

“Alhamdullilah, can heal quickly,” Ryan said as he pulled out his palms.

“Mas Andi already occupies the room next to Ryan? Or you should use Ryan's room that has a connection room so that if my child needs anything to be handled immediately,” said papa with an authoritative voice.

“Alright,Master. I'll move my things there,”sahut the nurse said goodbye.

Now in the living room there are only papa and Ryan, papa pushes Ryan into a much larger family room, measuring about 20 square meters with two sets of European-style and golden sofas, using genuine leather, many paintings with golden frames, crystal chandeliers, and thick brownish tapestries. Ryan was moved on a large, soft sofa, papa sitting next to him. The man was exhausted and leaned his body on the lap of the papa to indulge. The father stroked Ryan's head, remembering the days when his only son was a toddler and lived in this house. In the midst of busy doing business and leaving the house, little Ryan only lives alone with his baby sitter accompanied by ten arts behind the house. Robert Sanders often spends his nights at home with little Ryan to spend time after work. Little Ryan is entertainment for him, as well as the most valuable relic of his beloved wife's late home.

“Ryan's..Papa wants to buy a house for you in Solo or Jogja to be close to Maya. You can bring two or three art from papa's house, ” said papa while looking at Ryan lovingly.

“Not contract only,Pa?”

“Nothing. Papa's plan is to buy five bedrooms plus two art rooms. One room you use and four others are rented for kos.” children

“Wah..Good idea, Pa. But if in Jogja, papa has to come out again to pay the driver.”

“Kan no Bi Maemunah, her husband is an angkot driver. Can you tell her husband to work as a driver and become a gardener there.”

which “Bi Maemunah,Pa?”

“Yang has been with papa for 10 years. She also pinter cook.”

“Ryan forgot. Art papa will be a lot,”sahut Ryan while chuckling.

“Although in Solo. The distance to the city is not too far either. Which one do you choose?”

“Can later,Pa. The important thing is to make money near campus.”

“Alright, papa asked the staff at the office to find a professional property broker to help us later.”

“Sorry,Master. Mr. Ryan's room is ready. May I help her to her room?”

“Please.”

Ryan occupied a room adjacent to the papa's room on the first floor. The room was almost forty square meters with a connection of a smaller room next to it, each with a private bathroom.

“Oh..This is Ryan's room first as a child sleeping here. And next room for Zus Uji, baby sitter Ryan,” Ryan said with a smile.

A room that holds many memories in childhood. He spent most of his time in this room as a toddler, all that was different was that all his childhood toys had been stored and moved to the shed. Papa has replaced all the wallpaper and cabinets that are in this room because Ryan has grown up.

“Memory room yes,Master. May you heal faster by remembering beautiful events,” said Mas Andi while opening the curtains Ryan room so that sunlight enters and illuminates the room.