My boyfriend's a Vampire

Episode 15: Maya Struggles for Help

In a small wooden-walled house owned by the carpenter, Maya tries to recover her strength. His wounds have not healed properly, his body is still bruised, there are no severe injuries but bluish bruises all over the body and his head feels very painful, especially when night falls, his sleep becomes restless. The girl braided her hair back like she did back in school. The clothes that wrapped his body were the clothes available in the wardrobe belonging to the wooden seeker's daughter.

Now the braid girl has changed her clothes with a negligee owned by the owner of the house. While the clothes he was wearing from home had been put in a black plastic bag that was hung on the wall of his room.

“Bu..Thank you for breakfast in the morning,”ucap Maya who felt salute with the carpenter's wife in a paralyzed condition can still prepare morning food for her husband.

“Sama-sama,Son. Is it better now?”

Maya just nodded with a smile.

The carpenter looked at him with a smile then continued his work, tied up the firewood pile and placed it on top of his wagon. Today the old man would push his wagon into the market and sell it to the merchant who opened the stall there.

“Oh yes. We haven't had a chance to get acquainted. My name is Maya, a high school student who was kidnapped and dumped in a ravine. What's your name?”

“Call me Mr. Suminta. That's my wife Sri Suminta.”

“It's nice to meet you guys.I'm very grateful for your help.”

“Not to be exaggerated. We consider you our own child. Our only child is also a girl. He worked and married in the city. We remember him when we see you, Nak.”

The old mother's eyes were glazed, the strokes on both cheeks and forehead were clear, her eye bags were bulging, at her dusk and sickly age, he was very hopeful for the presence of the princess who rarely came to visit.

The old firewood prospector was ready with his wheelbarrow filled with piles of firewood. His thin body was wrapped in a white t-shirt that had been slum and black color pants are usually worn by farmers.

Mr. Suminta's face and body were blackened from the sunburn, his hair had partially changed color, hiding behind his worn cap.

Maya's beautiful face with round eyeballs shining now becomes haggard because lack of sleep withstands pain in the body, her originally white skin is now a little darker.

“Can I come to town,Pak?”pinta Maya with great hope.

“Distance to the city is quite far away,Son. Must pass through the railroads and the roads that go up and down. Can take two hours.Wait for you to recover properly.”

“But I can walk,Pak.”

Maya shows serious mimicry and her spirit is restored even though her body has not recovered properly.

The elderly mother wearing a long negligee sat on a used wheelchair that her son brought from the city. It is said to have belonged to his late master who had died three years ago. After all the old mother was very grateful to the wheelchair which had helped her more easily do everything. Bu Sri, the old woman's name blocked the shoulder of Maya who was standing nearby, she shook her head in disapproval of Maya's decision. The girl undoes her intentions, then looks at the old woman and nods, she can not bear to rebel because she believes the old man's premonition is right.

Almost a week Maya disappears from the house, now fear begins to envelop her. The girl thought about the condition of the mother who must have been very hit, as well as the school that must have been a lot behind in lessons. But he had to wait until his strength recovered and his wounds dried up.

The third day Maya in the house, the bluish bruises on her body began to fade, the pain began to decrease. Dressed in Wati's old clothes, the daughter of the firewood collector, Maya was allowed to walk to the city with Mr. Suminta who delivered his merchandise to the market. Armed with an umbrella from Ms. Sri, the girl walked beside the wagon while sheltering under a black umbrella that took her down the road for two hours.

Along the way, Mr. Suminta told many sweet memories with Wati when she was a child, so the trip was much more fun. But in the middle of the road, the originally bright horizon turned dark, the sun hid behind the clouds and strong winds blew. The black umbrella that Maya carried swayed in the wind, the black stick she held became heavy and the umbrella became crooked due to the strong wind blowing. The girl tried her hardest to hold her umbrella so as not to fly with the strong wind. The bright weather turned into a speck, though, the old firewood prospector put up a blue plastic tarp to cover his wares to keep them dry until the market and he put on his raincoat in deep blue while continuing to push the cart. Maya beside him started to get cold from not wearing a raincoat. The wind made the clothes he was wearing wet.

“Pak. Can we take shelter first?”ask the braid girl two while folding her left hand in front of the chest to drive away the coldness that hit.

Lightning snatched, the flash of light playing in the sky raises sparks that whisper at once frightening.

“Jedeer..”.

Maya covered both of her ears with both palms.The girl endured the cry in coldness and fear. Here he felt how comfortable he was when he was at home with his mother, although his house was very simple, he was protected from rain and heat.

“Nak..We stopped by Wati's employer's house first?”

Maya just nodded her head, then walked along the sidewalk after the old man left his wagon at the parking attendant there.

“Bah..I'm Wati's father. Can I see my son for a minute?”

The fat, narrow-eyed man is the owner of a grocery store where Wati, the son of an old pack of firewood seekers works in town.

“Shortly. Owe call,”thut while shouting into the shophouse that doubles as his residence.

Soon a woman in her 25s dressed in a red shirt and light blue jeans appeared, his hair looked brownish yellow and wore a necklace and gold bracelet with large chains. His face was sweet black and at first glance resembled the face of the old man.

“Eh..Sired. How are you ?”he said while kissing Mr. Suminta's hand.

“Nduk, this is Maya the missing High School boy. While borrowing your clothes,”hun the old man again while looking at his son with compassion.

Wati smiled kindly towards Maya and shook the girl's hand.

Wati's palm feels very rough, the amount he has to work hard as a daily helper in the shop as well as art at the house of Ko Aliong or commonly called also Babah Aliong.

“Sore if you want to stop by the house, Pak. Mas Budi still works at the farm.”

“Then father to the market first. Sell firewood.”

“Monggo,Sir. Go inside first. Still much work.”

After selling in the market, Suminta Pak stopped by Wati's contract and her husband who was located behind the shophouse. The 5 x 8 meter house looks neat because Wati is good at arranging the layout so that neatly organized items are very beautiful to the eye. There is only one bedroom and one bathroom in it, but Wati seems very happy to live with Mas Budi adored his heart which seems to also be a good and patient man. They have only been married for a few years and have not been blessed.

“So Maya is a high school student who fell into the abyss?”asked Mas Budi while nodding like he was memorizing every event he had just heard.

“Mbaknya report police only,”timpal Wati while looking at her husband as if asking for an opinion.

“That criminal case,Mbak. I will take you to the police station,”tak the man again while walking out of the house.

That same afternoon, Maya is ushered in by an old man, her daughter and son-in-law report themselves at a nearby police station.