chapter 9

Blood flowed down from the neck of the man sitting slumped in the room. Wet the black tux he used and the floor underneath it with a thick puddle. His gray hair was stained red and looked sticky, a drop of blood flowed to his forehead. The person's shoulders and chest didn't budge. There was no sign of his breathing still remaining.

A few steps from the corpse, a woman on her back with an odd position and neck full of blood. Her pale face implies pain. Her lips were open, as if the woman in white dress had time to scream before the veins of her neck were cut off. Beside her, knelt down a man who was nodding with feelings of hurt. The man named Rudi turned his head as fast as a gust of wind, his dark eyes staring at another man who stood not far from him with hatred.

“Opo sing mok karepke?” (What do you want?) Rudi growled low. Slowly and slightly trembling, he stood up.

The enemy grinned under the hood of his black batik motif. The robe moves as the owner's arms are stretched out as if to embrace someone.

“Opo sing tak karepke?” The batik robed man laughed. “Aku sing goblok, opo kowé sing pekok? Kowé wêruh opo pengarepanku!” (Am I the stupid one, or are you an idiot? You know what I want!)

Rudi clenched his hands in anger. “Anakku wés mati, Sétan!” (My child is death, you Satan!)

The one called by Satan tilted his head in amusement. “Aku uduk cah cilik, Rud. Anakmu séhat, ora loro, ora dipatèni, opo manèh mati ngêndhat! Mok dhêlikake nek endi bocahé?!” (I'm not a child, Rud. Your child is healthy, not sick, not killed, especially isn't killing herself! Where are you hiding her?!)

Rudi chuckled sadly. “Kowé ora perlu wêruh opo-opo bab panggonané anakku. Arep kok gawé opo dhèwèké? Anakku duwé hak urip! Ojo ganggu dhèwèké!” (You don't need to know anything about where my child is. What do you want her to do? My daughter has the right to live! Don't disturb her!)

Batik-robed men shot like lightning. Within milliseconds, Rudi's neck was already in his grip.

“Ojo neko-neko karo aku, 'cok!” (Don't mess with me, damn it!) The batik-robed man growled in an animal-like voice. His face was contorted with anger. His strangulation grew tighter, but Rudi didn't budge.

Rudi snorted. “Aku mung berusaha dadi wong tuwo sing apik kanggo anakku.” (I'm just trying to be a good parent to my child.)

The enemy grits his teeth. “Bakal tak sepuro awakmu, anggêr gêlêm nyerahaké anakmu ning aku!” (I will forgive you, as long as you want to give up your child to me!)

Rudi's face twisted angrily. Hatred burned his eyes. He spat, right into the face of the enemy before him.

Batik-robed man shouted furiously. With a blink of an eye, he broke Rudi's neck without any significant effort. Black blood splattered until it splashed on the face of the killer. Rudi's head ejected and rolled, then stopped beside the head of his dead wife. The enemy flung his headless body roughly.

“Bakal tak golèki anakmu, Rud. Bakal tak golèki.” (I'll find your child, Rud. I'll find it.)

The man in the batik robe turned around, then left his handwork there.

((The above language is Javanese.))

—·—·—

Important Documents Regarding the Immortals

by the Koba Vampire Research & Data Agency (Koba VRDA)

1. Report in the "Modern Journal" newspaper by Nero Saputra

Vampires, creatures that are touted as captivating and immortal human images of the Indonesian version, began to emerge in 2018 ago. By the clergy vampire lovers, it's said that the physical appearance and habits of vampires are the same as those of Western vampires, only that they're resistant to sunlight and are stronger. However, what is Indonesian vampire actually?

Indonesian vampires are not really the same as most Western vampires. My personal experience as a result of witnessing firsthand one of them is what made me write this.

The male vampire doesn't want to be named here, because (as the vampire said) he was afraid of being executed by the Elders of the city where he lived because of exposing their lives and national identity to humans.

Meanwhile, the reason why he was willing to expose his own identity to humans is still a mystery to me. Maybe he just wants a vampire to be known to humans, not only as a myth, but also a creature as real as humans? Or because of personal grudges against his own people? Or ….

2. Report in the magazine "MYSTERY-a" by Rosa

… self-recognition as a werewolf or vampire isn't the first time this has happened in Indonesia, even though these people can't prove clearly so they're only labeled as brags.

At the beginning of the hottest news itself, the topic of vampires ranks first on trending topics on all social media and other electronic media in Indonesia for days. This, of course, is an exciting subject for discussion, both at home and abroad. The reason is, there isn't much enthusiasm for topics on myths like this, and  that isn't Indonesia if there's no humor that arises due to an event. Of course, lots of memes, parodies, and other funny photos and videos that show as if Indonesia has never run out of topics to be used as humor, also shows how the myth of the vampire sounds silly to the ears of Indonesian netizens.

 Even so, there are people who seriously claim to be vampires. Let's talk about a couple from Jakarta named Brian Andre and Liza Fernanda, who posted a number of photos on Instagram with a caption that showed that their confession wasn't to be laughed at. The couple became famous, but in the end it was discovered that they were in fact just a pair of human beings, not vampires.

 In addition, reports of the existence of the creatures claimed to be immortal (accompanied by blurred photos or video) began to emerge in 2019 - 2020. There are even a number of people who claim to have seen someone with fangs that suddenly poked out from between their lips. Some claimed to have been in contact with one of the vampire nations and the wolf-change nation, then publish it in a number of media. However ….

3. Personal Reports of Several "Eyes" To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message)

[Saoji Eyes -  2019, 01 January]

An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I've obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno.

 [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]

 Suspicious of an amateur journalist. Had followed some humans who he thought were vampires and wolf-changes. One or two of them are actually them. Many take photos with very clear and clear results. One photo shows a vampire on the edge of the forest, sucking the blood of a pig. Too much evidence. Forced to erase some of his memory using Emergency-Hipno, and cover up the anomaly with a car accident. In the case of the transformers, it has been reported to the relevant body. Check, peruse, and double check. Everything's settled.

 [Tael Eyes - 2019, 01 August]

 Trying to make many people believe that Nero Saputra's report was just a hoax. Already eliminated the evidence. Nero became upset and angry, but there was nothing to worry about. Always watching Nero. Can't erase related witness memory. Looks like our Traitor has given him protection. Still trying to track down and chase traitors. Have suspicions, and is still investigating related vampires.

—·—·—

“IMPORTANT!”

To all vampires living on Bangka Belitung Island, in order to pay more attention and to tighten the protection of the whole city. The suspect concerned, namely the Cursed (HS), has escaped from the Lorentz Papua security booth. It was reported that HS had left Papua and flew to Bangka Belitung, to hunt down someone suspected of being a wolvire.

Stay alert! If the related wolvire has been found, please take her/him to the nearest headquarters immediately. So that wolvire can then be placed into headquarters for tighter security.

Signed,

Rokan Allegro, Indonesian High Management

A Detainee was Picked Up by Thugs

MY MOM drove us to the airport, the window of the car we were riding in was left open. Phoenix city temperature 23° C, clear sky, blue without clouds. I wore my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white lace; I wear it as a symbol of farewell. The object I was carrying was a piece of parka … er, but this is Bella's story in the Twilight novel, not mine.

Ha ha, sorry to Stephenie Meyers for brazenly copying the main paragraphs of her novels. Didn't mean to plagiarism, really! I love her!

However, of course Mom took me to the airport … with my biological father, not a stepfather. The airport isn't located in the city of Phoenix, but the city of Jakarta, Indonesia.

Regarding to the object that I was carrying … not just a piece of parka, but a suitcase of clothes. Then another suitcase containing the rest of the clothes, books, and other items that I thought were important.

Then, smartphone and an earphone.

What is expected of an eighteen-year-old girl like me in 2021? Of course there must be a gadget!

Besides, my story might be a little different from Isabella Swan.

I flew from Jakarta to Bangka Belitung to move to Grandfather's house. Not because my mother remarried and had the right to enjoy her happy days, no.

Dad got a new assignment in a remote town (or village, I don't remember), and Mom was forced to get a dilemma because of it. She couldn't stay away from my father, but it was also impossible to leave me in Jakarta alone.

Why is that?

My parents always thought that I was a baby. That's purely my opinion, but there's nothing wrong with it. I can't go to school outside, so there's only one way out; homeschooling.

Not only that. I was strictly prohibited from leaving the house alone without being accompanied by one of my parents. I can't even play to a neighbor's house or shop alone, no matter what the reason is.

Once I defied. Secretly I went to a small shop near the house, to buy a young woman's personal needs, and a bag of tempting snacks.

What's the result? My father was furious. My mother cried like a nut artist so it made me feel sick. After that I no longer dare to go quietly. Others might have thought I had just blown someone's distended stomach when they saw how my father was angry at the time.

Mom and Dad spoiled me indiscriminately by buying whatever I wanted. Their love is truly immeasurable. They even allow me to play social media, with a note that don't violate the norms or restrictions that exist. That way I don't miss the latest news or trends and stay fashionable.

However, I still feel like a special prisoner with the free needs. Only have friends and neighbors online … really unimaginable.

For nearly eighteen years, you can't stay away from your parents' arm … just return to my mother's dilemma.

Using Mom's confusion, then, that's where I began to improvise.

“I'm going to Grandpa's house,” I suggested at the time.

I looked at Dad's face in surprise. He seemed to be angry again. Meanwhile, Mom took a sharp breath and shook her head tightly.

Mom's hands on her hips. “It's more dangerous there, Barbie!”

I shudder at the nickname. I tried to hold my tongue from arguing that Mom could call me Barbara, Barb, or Bara; but, not with Barbie!

I instead asked, “How is it possible?”

Mom began to chatter about juvenile delinquency which is very worrying and how many oil palm plantations and rubber trees in Bangka Belitung—which actually has nothing to do. My father added excessively that there were many criminals there, which I, his precious daughter, cannot be near their city.

Really, their words made me ashamed of myself. From the bottom of my heart, I apologize to the island of Bangka Belitung. I often watch programs with the theme of Bangka Belitung, and the scenery there's truly extraordinary. Grandpa often sent pictures of the sea from various regions in Bangka Belitung, and there was no way I would say the bad ones while the portraits were clearly amazing.

Regarding juvenile delinquency and crime rates … I think it's no different from the rest of Indonesia. So, Dad and Mom's chatter is really useless. I wouldn't be surprised if they were convicted for vilifying something without foundation.

“Have you heard it, Barbie?”

My mother's words woke me up. Dad crossed his face with annoyance. Deviated from reality, my mind suddenly blurted out how evil the two of them were, for not one bit left their charming face to me. I stared at them while snorting once.

“Well then, I have an interesting solution.” I join my arms while leaning my back on the sofa that I sit on.

My parents' expressions looked alert. Like this child she'll just ask for a gun!

“Let us hear it,” said my mom.

I cleared my throat. “I am coming along.”

My parents' faces suddenly went blank. I think I made a mistake ... or not?

Suddenly, my father's cellphone rang. After Dad answered the phone call and had a long-distance debate with someone who seemed more powerful than him, then here I am; a few days later, thousands of feet above sea level, riding an iron bird, on the way to Grandpa's house in Bangka Belitung.

Oh, freedom! I really want you!

Uh … looks like he doesn't want me. Damn it!

—·—·—

About an hour or so later, I was standing in front of a man who looked like a thug with a slightly wrinkled face. The man smiled as brightly as the sky of Pangkalpinang after putting my suitcases in the trunk. Some people seemed surprised by us, as if they were watching a scene of a thug yelling at a poor girl.

Ahem, I'm not a poor girl, by the way. Just … forget it.

“Grandpa!” I beckoned to the thug. “Why do you have to wear clothes like this?!”

My grandfather laughed. He guided me to get into the passenger seat, then he himself got into the driver's seat and started the black Toyota Avanza.

“I'm still fifty-one years old, you know,” my grandfather said jokingly. “Still not old!”

I scowled as he started to run his car. “Not old yet … seriously, Grandpa! Already know the age, must understand the situation, please!”

My grandfather pretended to be hurt. “Hey! My face still looks young! See? If you want, I can find you a new grandma. How?”

“GRANDPA!”

Grandpa laughed loudly. “I'm just kidding, Bara!”

Secretly I smiled because he still called me by that name as before.

“Besides, I have a reason.” Grandpa turned the steering wheel as he turned the corner, then briefly winked at me. “There's a D'Masiv concert tonight, and I'm planning to watch it. Do you want to come?”

Tantalizing.

“I am coming along. But, Gran, D'Masiv isn't a rock band or very that fierce,” I said flatly. “What does that have to do with pop music with thug clothes?”

My grandfather laughed again. “There is no. I just want to. Ha ha.”

I just rolled my eyes in disbelief. I yawned, and decided to just sleep. Grandpa said, the trip from Pangkalpinang to Koba city took quite a long time. About an hour or so … or less … I don't know, again I don't really remember. The thing is, I am already in sleep.

When I finally woke up with sticky eyelids due to chin, we had arrived in front of a simple, one-story white house. The house has a small yard on each side, with several trees and wild plants that live freely on either side. 

“So, welcome!” My grandfather smiled, then got out of the car.

Grandpa dragged my two suitcases into his house and I followed with feeling still sleepy.

The inside of Grandpa's house is just as simple. Consists of one living room, two bedrooms, one family room, and one kitchen. Bright red sofas hurt my eyes as we passed the living room to go to my bedroom.

A few seconds later I just remembered that Grandpa likes red. That is why almost all of the tools and furniture are red. Even the frames that framed my photo as a child were red too!

“Why didn't Grandpa paint the house and the floor in red too?” I grumbled disgustedly to Grandpa's back as he passed the living room.

Grandpa turned around suddenly, startling me. “I still don't have enough free time, but I already bought red paint for the walls. I'm afraid the paint has dried up because it's been ignored for too long. Should I just hire someone? And for the floor … I thought I'd order red tiles too. What do you think?”

I snorted. I shouldn't have said anything about the red.

Grandpa opened a door. “By the way, this is your room.”

I looked doubtfully. Fortunately, the red color doesn't rule my room. Looks like Grandpa knows that I prefer neutral colors like black or white.

“WOI, YADI! KELUER KA!” someone shouted.

Surprised, I turned to Grandpa who looked flat. It sounded that the sound came from the front of the house.

“MEN DAK KELUER, KUDOBRAK RUMAH IKAK!”Blood flowed down from the neck of the man sitting slumped in the room. Wet the black tux he used and the floor underneath it with a thick puddle. His gray hair was stained red and looked sticky, a drop of blood flowed to his forehead. The person's shoulders and chest didn't budge. There was no sign of his breathing still remaining.

A few steps from the corpse, a woman on her back with an odd position and neck full of blood. Her pale face implies pain. Her lips were open, as if the woman in white dress had time to scream before the veins of her neck were cut off. Beside her, knelt down a man who was nodding with feelings of hurt. The man named Rudi turned his head as fast as a gust of wind, his dark eyes staring at another man who stood not far from him with hatred.

“Opo sing mok karepke?” (What do you want?) Rudi growled low. Slowly and slightly trembling, he stood up.

The enemy grinned under the hood of his black batik motif. The robe moves as the owner's arms are stretched out as if to embrace someone.

“Opo sing tak karepke?” The batik robed man laughed. “Aku sing goblok, opo kowé sing pekok? Kowé wêruh opo pengarepanku!” (Am I the stupid one, or are you an idiot? You know what I want!)

Rudi clenched his hands in anger. “Anakku wés mati, Sétan!” (My child is death, you Satan!)

The one called by Satan tilted his head in amusement. “Aku uduk cah cilik, Rud. Anakmu séhat, ora loro, ora dipatèni, opo manèh mati ngêndhat! Mok dhêlikake nek endi bocahé?!” (I'm not a child, Rud. Your child is healthy, not sick, not killed, especially isn't killing herself! Where are you hiding her?!)

Rudi chuckled sadly. “Kowé ora perlu wêruh opo-opo bab panggonané anakku. Arep kok gawé opo dhèwèké? Anakku duwé hak urip! Ojo ganggu dhèwèké!” (You don't need to know anything about where my child is. What do you want her to do? My daughter has the right to live! Don't disturb her!)

Batik-robed men shot like lightning. Within milliseconds, Rudi's neck was already in his grip.

“Ojo neko-neko karo aku, 'cok!” (Don't mess with me, damn it!) The batik-robed man growled in an animal-like voice. His face was contorted with anger. His strangulation grew tighter, but Rudi didn't budge.

Rudi snorted. “Aku mung berusaha dadi wong tuwo sing apik kanggo anakku.” (I'm just trying to be a good parent to my child.)

The enemy grits his teeth. “Bakal tak sepuro awakmu, anggêr gêlêm nyerahaké anakmu ning aku!” (I will forgive you, as long as you want to give up your child to me!)

Rudi's face twisted angrily. Hatred burned his eyes. He spat, right into the face of the enemy before him.

Batik-robed man shouted furiously. With a blink of an eye, he broke Rudi's neck without any significant effort. Black blood splattered until it splashed on the face of the killer. Rudi's head ejected and rolled, then stopped beside the head of his dead wife. The enemy flung his headless body roughly.

“Bakal tak golèki anakmu, Rud. Bakal tak golèki.” (I'll find your child, Rud. I'll find it.)

The man in the batik robe turned around, then left his handwork there.

((The above language is Javanese.))

—·—·—

Important Documents Regarding the Immortals

by the Koba Vampire Research & Data Agency (Koba VRDA)

1. Report in the "Modern Journal" newspaper by Nero Saputra

Vampires, creatures that are touted as captivating and immortal human images of the Indonesian version, began to emerge in 2018 ago. By the clergy vampire lovers, it's said that the physical appearance and habits of vampires are the same as those of Western vampires, only that they're resistant to sunlight and are stronger. However, what is Indonesian vampire actually?

Indonesian vampires are not really the same as most Western vampires. My personal experience as a result of witnessing firsthand one of them is what made me write this.

The male vampire doesn't want to be named here, because (as the vampire said) he was afraid of being executed by the Elders of the city where he lived because of exposing their lives and national identity to humans.

Meanwhile, the reason why he was willing to expose his own identity to humans is still a mystery to me. Maybe he just wants a vampire to be known to humans, not only as a myth, but also a creature as real as humans? Or because of personal grudges against his own people? Or ….

2. Report in the magazine "MYSTERY-a" by Rosa

… self-recognition as a werewolf or vampire isn't the first time this has happened in Indonesia, even though these people can't prove clearly so they're only labeled as brags.

At the beginning of the hottest news itself, the topic of vampires ranks first on trending topics on all social media and other electronic media in Indonesia for days. This, of course, is an exciting subject for discussion, both at home and abroad. The reason is, there isn't much enthusiasm for topics on myths like this, and  that isn't Indonesia if there's no humor that arises due to an event. Of course, lots of memes, parodies, and other funny photos and videos that show as if Indonesia has never run out of topics to be used as humor, also shows how the myth of the vampire sounds silly to the ears of Indonesian netizens.

 Even so, there are people who seriously claim to be vampires. Let's talk about a couple from Jakarta named Brian Andre and Liza Fernanda, who posted a number of photos on Instagram with a caption that showed that their confession wasn't to be laughed at. The couple became famous, but in the end it was discovered that they were in fact just a pair of human beings, not vampires.

 In addition, reports of the existence of the creatures claimed to be immortal (accompanied by blurred photos or video) began to emerge in 2019 - 2020. There are even a number of people who claim to have seen someone with fangs that suddenly poked out from between their lips. Some claimed to have been in contact with one of the vampire nations and the wolf-change nation, then publish it in a number of media. However ….

3. Personal Reports of Several "Eyes" To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message)

[Saoji Eyes -  2019, 01 January]

An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I've obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno.

 [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]

 Suspicious of an amateur journalist. Had followed some humans who he thought were vampires and wolf-changes. One or two of them are actually them. Many take photos with very clear and clear results. One photo shows a vampire on the edge of the forest, sucking the blood of a pig. Too much evidence. Forced to erase some of his memory using Emergency-Hipno, and cover up the anomaly with a car accident. In the case of the transformers, it has been reported to the relevant body. Check, peruse, and double check. Everything's settled.

 [Tael Eyes - 2019, 01 August]

 Trying to make many people believe that Nero Saputra's report was just a hoax. Already eliminated the evidence. Nero became upset and angry, but there was nothing to worry about. Always watching Nero. Can't erase related witness memory. Looks like our Traitor has given him protection. Still trying to track down and chase traitors. Have suspicions, and is still investigating related vampires.

—·—·—

“IMPORTANT!”

To all vampires living on Bangka Belitung Island, in order to pay more attention and to tighten the protection of the whole city. The suspect concerned, namely the Cursed (HS), has escaped from the Lorentz Papua security booth. It was reported that HS had left Papua and flew to Bangka Belitung, to hunt down someone suspected of being a wolvire.

Stay alert! If the related wolvire has been found, please take her/him to the nearest headquarters immediately. So that wolvire can then be placed into headquarters for tighter security.

Signed,

Rokan Allegro, Indonesian High Management

A Detainee was Picked Up by Thugs

MY MOM drove us to the airport, the window of the car we were riding in was left open. Phoenix city temperature 23° C, clear sky, blue without clouds. I wore my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white lace; I wear it as a symbol of farewell. The object I was carrying was a piece of parka … er, but this is Bella's story in the Twilight novel, not mine.

Ha ha, sorry to Stephenie Meyers for brazenly copying the main paragraphs of her novels. Didn't mean to plagiarism, really! I love her!

However, of course Mom took me to the airport … with my biological father, not a stepfather. The airport isn't located in the city of Phoenix, but the city of Jakarta, Indonesia.

Regarding to the object that I was carrying … not just a piece of parka, but a suitcase of clothes. Then another suitcase containing the rest of the clothes, books, and other items that I thought were important.

Then, smartphone and an earphone.

What is expected of an eighteen-year-old girl like me in 2021? Of course there must be a gadget!

Besides, my story might be a little different from Isabella Swan.

I flew from Jakarta to Bangka Belitung to move to Grandfather's house. Not because my mother remarried and had the right to enjoy her happy days, no.

Dad got a new assignment in a remote town (or village, I don't remember), and Mom was forced to get a dilemma because of it. She couldn't stay away from my father, but it was also impossible to leave me in Jakarta alone.

Why is that?

My parents always thought that I was a baby. That's purely my opinion, but there's nothing wrong with it. I can't go to school outside, so there's only one way out; homeschooling.

Not only that. I was strictly prohibited from leaving the house alone without being accompanied by one of my parents. I can't even play to a neighbor's house or shop alone, no matter what the reason is.

Once I defied. Secretly I went to a small shop near the house, to buy a young woman's personal needs, and a bag of tempting snacks.

What's the result? My father was furious. My mother cried like a nut artist so it made me feel sick. After that I no longer dare to go quietly. Others might have thought I had just blown someone's distended stomach when they saw how my father was angry at the time.

Mom and Dad spoiled me indiscriminately by buying whatever I wanted. Their love is truly immeasurable. They even allow me to play social media, with a note that don't violate the norms or restrictions that exist. That way I don't miss the latest news or trends and stay fashionable.

However, I still feel like a special prisoner with the free needs. Only have friends and neighbors online … really unimaginable.

For nearly eighteen years, you can't stay away from your parents' arm … just return to my mother's dilemma.

Using Mom's confusion, then, that's where I began to improvise.

“I'm going to Grandpa's house,” I suggested at the time.

I looked at Dad's face in surprise. He seemed to be angry again. Meanwhile, Mom took a sharp breath and shook her head tightly.

Mom's hands on her hips. “It's more dangerous there, Barbie!”

I shudder at the nickname. I tried to hold my tongue from arguing that Mom could call me Barbara, Barb, or Bara; but, not with Barbie!

I instead asked, “How is it possible?”

Mom began to chatter about juvenile delinquency which is very worrying and how many oil palm plantations and rubber trees in Bangka Belitung—which actually has nothing to do. My father added excessively that there were many criminals there, which I, his precious daughter, cannot be near their city.

Really, their words made me ashamed of myself. From the bottom of my heart, I apologize to the island of Bangka Belitung. I often watch programs with the theme of Bangka Belitung, and the scenery there's truly extraordinary. Grandpa often sent pictures of the sea from various regions in Bangka Belitung, and there was no way I would say the bad ones while the portraits were clearly amazing.

Regarding juvenile delinquency and crime rates … I think it's no different from the rest of Indonesia. So, Dad and Mom's chatter is really useless. I wouldn't be surprised if they were convicted for vilifying something without foundation.

“Have you heard it, Barbie?”

My mother's words woke me up. Dad crossed his face with annoyance. Deviated from reality, my mind suddenly blurted out how evil the two of them were, for not one bit left their charming face to me. I stared at them while snorting once.

“Well then, I have an interesting solution.” I join my arms while leaning my back on the sofa that I sit on.

My parents' expressions looked alert. Like this child she'll just ask for a gun!

“Let us hear it,” said my mom.

I cleared my throat. “I am coming along.”

My parents' faces suddenly went blank. I think I made a mistake ... or not?

Suddenly, my father's cellphone rang. After Dad answered the phone call and had a long-distance debate with someone who seemed more powerful than him, then here I am; a few days later, thousands of feet above sea level, riding an iron bird, on the way to Grandpa's house in Bangka Belitung.

Oh, freedom! I really want you!

Uh … looks like he doesn't want me. Damn it!

—·—·—

About an hour or so later, I was standing in front of a man who looked like a thug with a slightly wrinkled face. The man smiled as brightly as the sky of Pangkalpinang after putting my suitcases in the trunk. Some people seemed surprised by us, as if they were watching a scene of a thug yelling at a poor girl.

Ahem, I'm not a poor girl, by the way. Just … forget it.

“Grandpa!” I beckoned to the thug. “Why do you have to wear clothes like this?!”

My grandfather laughed. He guided me to get into the passenger seat, then he himself got into the driver's seat and started the black Toyota Avanza.

“I'm still fifty-one years old, you know,” my grandfather said jokingly. “Still not old!”

I scowled as he started to run his car. “Not old yet … seriously, Grandpa! Already know the age, must understand the situation, please!”

My grandfather pretended to be hurt. “Hey! My face still looks young! See? If you want, I can find you a new grandma. How?”

“GRANDPA!”

Grandpa laughed loudly. “I'm just kidding, Bara!”

Secretly I smiled because he still called me by that name as before.

“Besides, I have a reason.” Grandpa turned the steering wheel as he turned the corner, then briefly winked at me. “There's a D'Masiv concert tonight, and I'm planning to watch it. Do you want to come?”

Tantalizing.

“I am coming along. But, Gran, D'Masiv isn't a rock band or very that fierce,” I said flatly. “What does that have to do with pop music with thug clothes?”

My grandfather laughed again. “There is no. I just want to. Ha ha.”

I just rolled my eyes in disbelief. I yawned, and decided to just sleep. Grandpa said, the trip from Pangkalpinang to Koba city took quite a long time. About an hour or so … or less … I don't know, again I don't really remember. The thing is, I am already in sleep.

When I finally woke up with sticky eyelids due to chin, we had arrived in front of a simple, one-story white house. The house has a small yard on each side, with several trees and wild plants that live freely on either side. 

“So, welcome!” My grandfather smiled, then got out of the car.

Grandpa dragged my two suitcases into his house and I followed with feeling still sleepy.

The inside of Grandpa's house is just as simple. Consists of one living room, two bedrooms, one family room, and one kitchen. Bright red sofas hurt my eyes as we passed the living room to go to my bedroom.

A few seconds later I just remembered that Grandpa likes red. That is why almost all of the tools and furniture are red. Even the frames that framed my photo as a child were red too!

“Why didn't Grandpa paint the house and the floor in red too?” I grumbled disgustedly to Grandpa's back as he passed the living room.

Grandpa turned around suddenly, startling me. “I still don't have enough free time, but I already bought red paint for the walls. I'm afraid the paint has dried up because it's been ignored for too long. Should I just hire someone? And for the floor … I thought I'd order red tiles too. What do you think?”

I snorted. I shouldn't have said anything about the red.

Grandpa opened a door. “By the way, this is your room.”

I looked doubtfully. Fortunately, the red color doesn't rule my room. Looks like Grandpa knows that I prefer neutral colors like black or white.

“WOI, YADI! KELUER KA!” someone shouted.

Surprised, I turned to Grandpa who looked flat. It sounded that the sound came from the front of the house.

“MEN DAK KELUER, KUDOBRAK RUMAH IKAK!”

Without understanding the meaning of the cry of a strange person outside, I stared nervously as Grandfather met him with galloping steps.Blood flowed down from the neck of the man sitting slumped in the room. Wet the black tux he used and the floor underneath it with a thick puddle. His gray hair was stained red and looked sticky, a drop of blood flowed to his forehead. The person's shoulders and chest didn't budge. There was no sign of his breathing still remaining.

A few steps from the corpse, a woman on her back with an odd position and neck full of blood. Her pale face implies pain. Her lips were open, as if the woman in white dress had time to scream before the veins of her neck were cut off. Beside her, knelt down a man who was nodding with feelings of hurt. The man named Rudi turned his head as fast as a gust of wind, his dark eyes staring at another man who stood not far from him with hatred.

“Opo sing mok karepke?” (What do you want?) Rudi growled low. Slowly and slightly trembling, he stood up.

The enemy grinned under the hood of his black batik motif. The robe moves as the owner's arms are stretched out as if to embrace someone.

“Opo sing tak karepke?” The batik robed man laughed. “Aku sing goblok, opo kowé sing pekok? Kowé wêruh opo pengarepanku!” (Am I the stupid one, or are you an idiot? You know what I want!)

Rudi clenched his hands in anger. “Anakku wés mati, Sétan!” (My child is death, you Satan!)

The one called by Satan tilted his head in amusement. “Aku uduk cah cilik, Rud. Anakmu séhat, ora loro, ora dipatèni, opo manèh mati ngêndhat! Mok dhêlikake nek endi bocahé?!” (I'm not a child, Rud. Your child is healthy, not sick, not killed, especially isn't killing herself! Where are you hiding her?!)

Rudi chuckled sadly. “Kowé ora perlu wêruh opo-opo bab panggonané anakku. Arep kok gawé opo dhèwèké? Anakku duwé hak urip! Ojo ganggu dhèwèké!” (You don't need to know anything about where my child is. What do you want her to do? My daughter has the right to live! Don't disturb her!)

Batik-robed men shot like lightning. Within milliseconds, Rudi's neck was already in his grip.

“Ojo neko-neko karo aku, 'cok!” (Don't mess with me, damn it!) The batik-robed man growled in an animal-like voice. His face was contorted with anger. His strangulation grew tighter, but Rudi didn't budge.

Rudi snorted. “Aku mung berusaha dadi wong tuwo sing apik kanggo anakku.” (I'm just trying to be a good parent to my child.)

The enemy grits his teeth. “Bakal tak sepuro awakmu, anggêr gêlêm nyerahaké anakmu ning aku!” (I will forgive you, as long as you want to give up your child to me!)

Rudi's face twisted angrily. Hatred burned his eyes. He spat, right into the face of the enemy before him.

Batik-robed man shouted furiously. With a blink of an eye, he broke Rudi's neck without any significant effort. Black blood splattered until it splashed on the face of the killer. Rudi's head ejected and rolled, then stopped beside the head of his dead wife. The enemy flung his headless body roughly.

“Bakal tak golèki anakmu, Rud. Bakal tak golèki.” (I'll find your child, Rud. I'll find it.)

The man in the batik robe turned around, then left his handwork there.

((The above language is Javanese.))

—·—·—

Important Documents Regarding the Immortals

by the Koba Vampire Research & Data Agency (Koba VRDA)

1. Report in the "Modern Journal" newspaper by Nero Saputra

Vampires, creatures that are touted as captivating and immortal human images of the Indonesian version, began to emerge in 2018 ago. By the clergy vampire lovers, it's said that the physical appearance and habits of vampires are the same as those of Western vampires, only that they're resistant to sunlight and are stronger. However, what is Indonesian vampire actually?

Indonesian vampires are not really the same as most Western vampires. My personal experience as a result of witnessing firsthand one of them is what made me write this.

The male vampire doesn't want to be named here, because (as the vampire said) he was afraid of being executed by the Elders of the city where he lived because of exposing their lives and national identity to humans.

Meanwhile, the reason why he was willing to expose his own identity to humans is still a mystery to me. Maybe he just wants a vampire to be known to humans, not only as a myth, but also a creature as real as humans? Or because of personal grudges against his own people? Or ….

2. Report in the magazine "MYSTERY-a" by Rosa

… self-recognition as a werewolf or vampire isn't the first time this has happened in Indonesia, even though these people can't prove clearly so they're only labeled as brags.

At the beginning of the hottest news itself, the topic of vampires ranks first on trending topics on all social media and other electronic media in Indonesia for days. This, of course, is an exciting subject for discussion, both at home and abroad. The reason is, there isn't much enthusiasm for topics on myths like this, and  that isn't Indonesia if there's no humor that arises due to an event. Of course, lots of memes, parodies, and other funny photos and videos that show as if Indonesia has never run out of topics to be used as humor, also shows how the myth of the vampire sounds silly to the ears of Indonesian netizens.

 Even so, there are people who seriously claim to be vampires. Let's talk about a couple from Jakarta named Brian Andre and Liza Fernanda, who posted a number of photos on Instagram with a caption that showed that their confession wasn't to be laughed at. The couple became famous, but in the end it was discovered that they were in fact just a pair of human beings, not vampires.

 In addition, reports of the existence of the creatures claimed to be immortal (accompanied by blurred photos or video) began to emerge in 2019 - 2020. There are even a number of people who claim to have seen someone with fangs that suddenly poked out from between their lips. Some claimed to have been in contact with one of the vampire nations and the wolf-change nation, then publish it in a number of media. However ….

3. Personal Reports of Several "Eyes" To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message)

[Saoji Eyes -  2019, 01 January]

An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I've obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno.

 [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]

 Suspicious of an amateur journalist. Had followed some humans who he thought were vampires and wolf-changes. One or two of them are actually them. Many take photos with very clear and clear results. One photo shows a vampire on the edge of the forest, sucking the blood of a pig. Too much evidence. Forced to erase some of his memory using Emergency-Hipno, and cover up the anomaly with a car accident. In the case of the transformers, it has been reported to the relevant body. Check, peruse, and double check. Everything's settled.

 [Tael Eyes - 2019, 01 August]

 Trying to make many people believe that Nero Saputra's report was just a hoax. Already eliminated the evidence. Nero became upset and angry, but there was nothing to worry about. Always watching Nero. Can't erase related witness memory. Looks like our Traitor has given him protection. Still trying to track down and chase traitors. Have suspicions, and is still investigating related vampires.

—·—·—

“IMPORTANT!”

To all vampires living on Bangka Belitung Island, in order to pay more attention and to tighten the protection of the whole city. The suspect concerned, namely the Cursed (HS), has escaped from the Lorentz Papua security booth. It was reported that HS had left Papua and flew to Bangka Belitung, to hunt down someone suspected of being a wolvire.

Stay alert! If the related wolvire has been found, please take her/him to the nearest headquarters immediately. So that wolvire can then be placed into headquarters for tighter security.

Signed,

Rokan Allegro, Indonesian High Management

A Detainee was Picked Up by Thugs

MY MOM drove us to the airport, the window of the car we were riding in was left open. Phoenix city temperature 23° C, clear sky, blue without clouds. I wore my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white lace; I wear it as a symbol of farewell. The object I was carrying was a piece of parka … er, but this is Bella's story in the Twilight novel, not mine.

Ha ha, sorry to Stephenie Meyers for brazenly copying the main paragraphs of her novels. Didn't mean to plagiarism, really! I love her!

However, of course Mom took me to the airport … with my biological father, not a stepfather. The airport isn't located in the city of Phoenix, but the city of Jakarta, Indonesia.

Regarding to the object that I was carrying … not just a piece of parka, but a suitcase of clothes. Then another suitcase containing the rest of the clothes, books, and other items that I thought were important.

Then, smartphone and an earphone.

What is expected of an eighteen-year-old girl like me in 2021? Of course there must be a gadget!

Besides, my story might be a little different from Isabella Swan.

I flew from Jakarta to Bangka Belitung to move to Grandfather's house. Not because my mother remarried and had the right to enjoy her happy days, no.

Dad got a new assignment in a remote town (or village, I don't remember), and Mom was forced to get a dilemma because of it. She couldn't stay away from my father, but it was also impossible to leave me in Jakarta alone.

Why is that?

My parents always thought that I was a baby. That's purely my opinion, but there's nothing wrong with it. I can't go to school outside, so there's only one way out; homeschooling.

Not only that. I was strictly prohibited from leaving the house alone without being accompanied by one of my parents. I can't even play to a neighbor's house or shop alone, no matter what the reason is.

Once I defied. Secretly I went to a small shop near the house, to buy a young woman's personal needs, and a bag of tempting snacks.

What's the result? My father was furious. My mother cried like a nut artist so it made me feel sick. After that I no longer dare to go quietly. Others might have thought I had just blown someone's distended stomach when they saw how my father was angry at the time.

Mom and Dad spoiled me indiscriminately by buying whatever I wanted. Their love is truly immeasurable. They even allow me to play social media, with a note that don't violate the norms or restrictions that exist. That way I don't miss the latest news or trends and stay fashionable.

However, I still feel like a special prisoner with the free needs. Only have friends and neighbors online … really unimaginable.

For nearly eighteen years, you can't stay away from your parents' arm … just return to my mother's dilemma.

Using Mom's confusion, then, that's where I began to improvise.

“I'm going to Grandpa's house,” I suggested at the time.

I looked at Dad's face in surprise. He seemed to be angry again. Meanwhile, Mom took a sharp breath and shook her head tightly.

Mom's hands on her hips. “It's more dangerous there, Barbie!”

I shudder at the nickname. I tried to hold my tongue from arguing that Mom could call me Barbara, Barb, or Bara; but, not with Barbie!

I instead asked, “How is it possible?”

Mom began to chatter about juvenile delinquency which is very worrying and how many oil palm plantations and rubber trees in Bangka Belitung—which actually has nothing to do. My father added excessively that there were many criminals there, which I, his precious daughter, cannot be near their city.

Really, their words made me ashamed of myself. From the bottom of my heart, I apologize to the island of Bangka Belitung. I often watch programs with the theme of Bangka Belitung, and the scenery there's truly extraordinary. Grandpa often sent pictures of the sea from various regions in Bangka Belitung, and there was no way I would say the bad ones while the portraits were clearly amazing.

Regarding juvenile delinquency and crime rates … I think it's no different from the rest of Indonesia. So, Dad and Mom's chatter is really useless. I wouldn't be surprised if they were convicted for vilifying something without foundation.

“Have you heard it, Barbie?”

My mother's words woke me up. Dad crossed his face with annoyance. Deviated from reality, my mind suddenly blurted out how evil the two of them were, for not one bit left their charming face to me. I stared at them while snorting once.

“Well then, I have an interesting solution.” I join my arms while leaning my back on the sofa that I sit on.

My parents' expressions looked alert. Like this child she'll just ask for a gun!

“Let us hear it,” said my mom.

I cleared my throat. “I am coming along.”

My parents' faces suddenly went blank. I think I made a mistake ... or not?

Suddenly, my father's cellphone rang. After Dad answered the phone call and had a long-distance debate with someone who seemed more powerful than him, then here I am; a few days later, thousands of feet above sea level, riding an iron bird, on the way to Grandpa's house in Bangka Belitung.

Oh, freedom! I really want you!

Uh … looks like he doesn't want me. Damn it!

—·—·—

About an hour or so later, I was standing in front of a man who looked like a thug with a slightly wrinkled face. The man smiled as brightly as the sky of Pangkalpinang after putting my suitcases in the trunk. Some people seemed surprised by us, as if they were watching a scene of a thug yelling at a poor girl.

Ahem, I'm not a poor girl, by the way. Just … forget it.

“Grandpa!” I beckoned to the thug. “Why do you have to wear clothes like this?!”

My grandfather laughed. He guided me to get into the passenger seat, then he himself got into the driver's seat and started the black Toyota Avanza.

“I'm still fifty-one years old, you know,” my grandfather said jokingly. “Still not old!”

I scowled as he started to run his car. “Not old yet … seriously, Grandpa! Already know the age, must understand the situation, please!”

My grandfather pretended to be hurt. “Hey! My face still looks young! See? If you want, I can find you a new grandma. How?”

“GRANDPA!”

Grandpa laughed loudly. “I'm just kidding, Bara!”

Secretly I smiled because he still called me by that name as before.

“Besides, I have a reason.” Grandpa turned the steering wheel as he turned the corner, then briefly winked at me. “There's a D'Masiv concert tonight, and I'm planning to watch it. Do you want to come?”

Tantalizing.

“I am coming along. But, Gran, D'Masiv isn't a rock band or very that fierce,” I said flatly. “What does that have to do with pop music with thug clothes?”

My grandfather laughed again. “There is no. I just want to. Ha ha.”

I just rolled my eyes in disbelief. I yawned, and decided to just sleep. Grandpa said, the trip from Pangkalpinang to Koba city took quite a long time. About an hour or so … or less … I don't know, again I don't really remember. The thing is, I am already in sleep.

When I finally woke up with sticky eyelids due to chin, we had arrived in front of a simple, one-story white house. The house has a small yard on each side, with several trees and wild plants that live freely on either side. 

“So, welcome!” My grandfather smiled, then got out of the car.Blood flowed down from the neck of the man sitting slumped in the room. Wet the black tux he used and the floor underneath it with a thick puddle. His gray hair was stained red and looked sticky, a drop of blood flowed to his forehead. The person's shoulders and chest didn't budge. There was no sign of his breathing still remaining.

A few steps from the corpse, a woman on her back with an odd position and neck full of blood. Her pale face implies pain. Her lips were open, as if the woman in white dress had time to scream before the veins of her neck were cut off. Beside her, knelt down a man who was nodding with feelings of hurt. The man named Rudi turned his head as fast as a gust of wind, his dark eyes staring at another man who stood not far from him with hatred.

“Opo sing mok karepke?” (What do you want?) Rudi growled low. Slowly and slightly trembling, he stood up.

The enemy grinned under the hood of his black batik motif. The robe moves as the owner's arms are stretched out as if to embrace someone.

“Opo sing tak karepke?” The batik robed man laughed. “Aku sing goblok, opo kowé sing pekok? Kowé wêruh opo pengarepanku!” (Am I the stupid one, or are you an idiot? You know what I want!)

Rudi clenched his hands in anger. “Anakku wés mati, Sétan!” (My child is death, you Satan!)

The one called by Satan tilted his head in amusement. “Aku uduk cah cilik, Rud. Anakmu séhat, ora loro, ora dipatèni, opo manèh mati ngêndhat! Mok dhêlikake nek endi bocahé?!” (I'm not a child, Rud. Your child is healthy, not sick, not killed, especially isn't killing herself! Where are you hiding her?!)

Rudi chuckled sadly. “Kowé ora perlu wêruh opo-opo bab panggonané anakku. Arep kok gawé opo dhèwèké? Anakku duwé hak urip! Ojo ganggu dhèwèké!” (You don't need to know anything about where my child is. What do you want her to do? My daughter has the right to live! Don't disturb her!)

Batik-robed men shot like lightning. Within milliseconds, Rudi's neck was already in his grip.

“Ojo neko-neko karo aku, 'cok!” (Don't mess with me, damn it!) The batik-robed man growled in an animal-like voice. His face was contorted with anger. His strangulation grew tighter, but Rudi didn't budge.

Rudi snorted. “Aku mung berusaha dadi wong tuwo sing apik kanggo anakku.” (I'm just trying to be a good parent to my child.)

The enemy grits his teeth. “Bakal tak sepuro awakmu, anggêr gêlêm nyerahaké anakmu ning aku!” (I will forgive you, as long as you want to give up your child to me!)

Rudi's face twisted angrily. Hatred burned his eyes. He spat, right into the face of the enemy before him.

Batik-robed man shouted furiously. With a blink of an eye, he broke Rudi's neck without any significant effort. Black blood splattered until it splashed on the face of the killer. Rudi's head ejected and rolled, then stopped beside the head of his dead wife. The enemy flung his headless body roughly.

“Bakal tak golèki anakmu, Rud. Bakal tak golèki.” (I'll find your child, Rud. I'll find it.)

The man in the batik robe turned around, then left his handwork there.

((The above language is Javanese.))

—·—·—

Important Documents Regarding the Immortals

by the Koba Vampire Research & Data Agency (Koba VRDA)

1. Report in the "Modern Journal" newspaper by Nero Saputra

Vampires, creatures that are touted as captivating and immortal human images of the Indonesian version, began to emerge in 2018 ago. By the clergy vampire lovers, it's said that the physical appearance and habits of vampires are the same as those of Western vampires, only that they're resistant to sunlight and are stronger. However, what is Indonesian vampire actually?

Indonesian vampires are not really the same as most Western vampires. My personal experience as a result of witnessing firsthand one of them is what made me write this.

The male vampire doesn't want to be named here, because (as the vampire said) he was afraid of being executed by the Elders of the city where he lived because of exposing their lives and national identity to humans.

Meanwhile, the reason why he was willing to expose his own identity to humans is still a mystery to me. Maybe he just wants a vampire to be known to humans, not only as a myth, but also a creature as real as humans? Or because of personal grudges against his own people? Or ….

2. Report in the magazine "MYSTERY-a" by Rosa

… self-recognition as a werewolf or vampire isn't the first time this has happened in Indonesia, even though these people can't prove clearly so they're only labeled as brags.

At the beginning of the hottest news itself, the topic of vampires ranks first on trending topics on all social media and other electronic media in Indonesia for days. This, of course, is an exciting subject for discussion, both at home and abroad. The reason is, there isn't much enthusiasm for topics on myths like this, and  that isn't Indonesia if there's no humor that arises due to an event. Of course, lots of memes, parodies, and other funny photos and videos that show as if Indonesia has never run out of topics to be used as humor, also shows how the myth of the vampire sounds silly to the ears of Indonesian netizens.

 Even so, there are people who seriously claim to be vampires. Let's talk about a couple from Jakarta named Brian Andre and Liza Fernanda, who posted a number of photos on Instagram with a caption that showed that their confession wasn't to be laughed at. The couple became famous, but in the end it was discovered that they were in fact just a pair of human beings, not vampires.

 In addition, reports of the existence of the creatures claimed to be immortal (accompanied by blurred photos or video) began to emerge in 2019 - 2020. There are even a number of people who claim to have seen someone with fangs that suddenly poked out from between their lips. Some claimed to have been in contact with one of the vampire nations and the wolf-change nation, then publish it in a number of media. However ….

3. Personal Reports of Several "Eyes" To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message)

[Saoji Eyes -  2019, 01 January]

An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I've obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno.

 [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]

 Suspicious of an amateur journalist. Had followed some humans who he thought were vampires and wolf-changes. One or two of them are actually them. Many take photos with very clear and clear results. One photo shows a vampire on the edge of the forest, sucking the blood of a pig. Too much evidence. Forced to erase some of his memory using Emergency-Hipno, and cover up the anomaly with a car accident. In the case of the transformers, it has been reported to the relevant body. Check, peruse, and double check. Everything's settled.

 [Tael Eyes - 2019, 01 August]

 Trying to make many people believe that Nero Saputra's report was just a hoax. Already eliminated the evidence. Nero became upset and angry, but there was nothing to worry about. Always watching Nero. Can't erase related witness memory. Looks like our Traitor has given him protection. Still trying to track down and chase traitors. Have suspicions, and is still investigating related vampires.

—·—·—

“IMPORTANT!”

To all vampires living on Bangka Belitung Island, in order to pay more attention and to tighten the protection of the whole city. The suspect concerned, namely the Cursed (HS), has escaped from the Lorentz Papua security booth. It was reported that HS had left Papua and flew to Bangka Belitung, to hunt down someone suspected of being a wolvire.

Stay alert! If the related wolvire has been found, please take her/him to the nearest headquarters immediately. So that wolvire can then be placed into headquarters for tighter security.

Signed,

Rokan Allegro, Indonesian High Management

A Detainee was Picked Up by Thugs

MY MOM drove us to the airport, the window of the car we were riding in was left open. Phoenix city temperature 23° C, clear sky, blue without clouds. I wore my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white lace; I wear it as a symbol of farewell. The object I was carrying was a piece of parka … er, but this is Bella's story in the Twilight novel, not mine.

Ha ha, sorry to Stephenie Meyers for brazenly copying the main paragraphs of her novels. Didn't mean to plagiarism, really! I love her!

However, of course Mom took me to the airport … with my biological father, not a stepfather. The airport isn't located in the city of Phoenix, but the city of Jakarta, Indonesia.

Regarding to the object that I was carrying … not just a piece of parka, but a suitcase of clothes. Then another suitcase containing the rest of the clothes, books, and other items that I thought were important.

Then, smartphone and an earphone.

What is expected of an eighteen-year-old girl like me in 2021? Of course there must be a gadget!

Besides, my story might be a little different from Isabella Swan.

I flew from Jakarta to Bangka Belitung to move to Grandfather's house. Not because my mother remarried and had the right to enjoy her happy days, no.

Dad got a new assignment in a remote town (or village, I don't remember), and Mom was forced to get a dilemma because of it. She couldn't stay away from my father, but it was also impossible to leave me in Jakarta alone.

Why is that?

My parents always thought that I was a baby. That's purely my opinion, but there's nothing wrong with it. I can't go to school outside, so there's only one way out; homeschooling.

Not only that. I was strictly prohibited from leaving the house alone without being accompanied by one of my parents. I can't even play to a neighbor's house or shop alone, no matter what the reason is.

Once I defied. Secretly I went to a small shop near the house, to buy a young woman's personal needs, and a bag of tempting snacks.

What's the result? My father was furious. My mother cried like a nut artist so it made me feel sick. After that I no longer dare to go quietly. Others might have thought I had just blown someone's distended stomach when they saw how my father was angry at the time.

Mom and Dad spoiled me indiscriminately by buying whatever I wanted. Their love is truly immeasurable. They even allow me to play social media, with a note that don't violate the norms or restrictions that exist. That way I don't miss the latest news or trends and stay fashionable.

However, I still feel like a special prisoner with the free needs. Only have friends and neighbors online … really unimaginable.

For nearly eighteen years, you can't stay away from your parents' arm … just return to my mother's dilemma.

Using Mom's confusion, then, that's where I began to improvise.Blood flowed down from the neck of the man sitting slumped in the room. Wet the black tux he used and the floor underneath it with a thick puddle. His gray hair was stained red and looked sticky, a drop of blood flowed to his forehead. The person's shoulders and chest didn't budge. There was no sign of his breathing still remaining.

A few steps from the corpse, a woman on her back with an odd position and neck full of blood. Her pale face implies pain. Her lips were open, as if the woman in white dress had time to scream before the veins of her neck were cut off. Beside her, knelt down a man who was nodding with feelings of hurt. The man named Rudi turned his head as fast as a gust of wind, his dark eyes staring at another man who stood not far from him with hatred.

“Opo sing mok karepke?” (What do you want?) Rudi growled low. Slowly and slightly trembling, he stood up.

The enemy grinned under the hood of his black batik motif. The robe moves as the owner's arms are stretched out as if to embrace someone.

“Opo sing tak karepke?” The batik robed man laughed. “Aku sing goblok, opo kowé sing pekok? Kowé wêruh opo pengarepanku!” (Am I the stupid one, or are you an idiot? You know what I want!)

Rudi clenched his hands in anger. “Anakku wés mati, Sétan!” (My child is death, you Satan!)

The one called by Satan tilted his head in amusement. “Aku uduk cah cilik, Rud. Anakmu séhat, ora loro, ora dipatèni, opo manèh mati ngêndhat! Mok dhêlikake nek endi bocahé?!” (I'm not a child, Rud. Your child is healthy, not sick, not killed, especially isn't killing herself! Where are you hiding her?!)

Rudi chuckled sadly. “Kowé ora perlu wêruh opo-opo bab panggonané anakku. Arep kok gawé opo dhèwèké? Anakku duwé hak urip! Ojo ganggu dhèwèké!” (You don't need to know anything about where my child is. What do you want her to do? My daughter has the right to live! Don't disturb her!)

Batik-robed men shot like lightning. Within milliseconds, Rudi's neck was already in his grip.

“Ojo neko-neko karo aku, 'cok!” (Don't mess with me, damn it!) The batik-robed man growled in an animal-like voice. His face was contorted with anger. His strangulation grew tighter, but Rudi didn't budge.

Rudi snorted. “Aku mung berusaha dadi wong tuwo sing apik kanggo anakku.” (I'm just trying to be a good parent to my child.)

The enemy grits his teeth. “Bakal tak sepuro awakmu, anggêr gêlêm nyerahaké anakmu ning aku!” (I will forgive you, as long as you want to give up your child to me!)

Rudi's face twisted angrily. Hatred burned his eyes. He spat, right into the face of the enemy before him.

Batik-robed man shouted furiously. With a blink of an eye, he broke Rudi's neck without any significant effort. Black blood splattered until it splashed on the face of the killer. Rudi's head ejected and rolled, then stopped beside the head of his dead wife. The enemy flung his headless body roughly.

“Bakal tak golèki anakmu, Rud. Bakal tak golèki.” (I'll find your child, Rud. I'll find it.)

The man in the batik robe turned around, then left his handwork there.

((The above language is Javanese.))

—·—·—

Important Documents Regarding the Immortals

by the Koba Vampire Research & Data Agency (Koba VRDA)

1. Report in the "Modern Journal" newspaper by Nero Saputra

Vampires, creatures that are touted as captivating and immortal human images of the Indonesian version, began to emerge in 2018 ago. By the clergy vampire lovers, it's said that the physical appearance and habits of vampires are the same as those of Western vampires, only that they're resistant to sunlight and are stronger. However, what is Indonesian vampire actually?

Indonesian vampires are not really the same as most Western vampires. My personal experience as a result of witnessing firsthand one of them is what made me write this.

The male vampire doesn't want to be named here, because (as the vampire said) he was afraid of being executed by the Elders of the city where he lived because of exposing their lives and national identity to humans.

Meanwhile, the reason why he was willing to expose his own identity to humans is still a mystery to me. Maybe he just wants a vampire to be known to humans, not only as a myth, but also a creature as real as humans? Or because of personal grudges against his own people? Or ….

2. Report in the magazine "MYSTERY-a" by Rosa

… self-recognition as a werewolf or vampire isn't the first time this has happened in Indonesia, even though these people can't prove clearly so they're only labeled as brags.

At the beginning of the hottest news itself, the topic of vampires ranks first on trending topics on all social media and other electronic media in Indonesia for days. This, of course, is an exciting subject for discussion, both at home and abroad. The reason is, there isn't much enthusiasm for topics on myths like this, and that isn't Indonesia if there's no humor that arises due to an event. Of course, lots of memes, parodies, and other funny photos and videos that show as if Indonesia has never run out of topics to be used as humor, also shows how the myth of the vampire sounds silly to the ears of Indonesian netizens.

 Even so, there are people who seriously claim to be vampires. Let's talk about a couple from Jakarta named Brian Andre and Liza Fernanda, who posted a number of photos on Instagram with a caption that showed that their confession wasn't to be laughed at. The couple became famous, but in the end it was discovered that they were in fact just a pair of human beings, not vampires.

 In addition, reports of the existence of the creatures claimed to be immortal (accompanied by blurred photos or video) began to emerge in 2019 - 2020. There are even a number of people who claim to have seen someone with fangs that suddenly poked out from between their lips. Some claimed to have been in contact with one of the vampire nations and the wolf-change nation, then publish it in a number of media. However ….

3. Personal Reports of Several "Eyes" To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message)

[Saoji Eyes - 2019, 01 January]

An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I've obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno.

 [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]

 Suspicious of an amateur journalist. Had followed some humans who he thought were vampires and wolf-changes. One or two of them are actually them. Many take photos with very clear and clear results. One photo shows a vampire on the edge of the forest, sucking the blood of a pig. Too much evidence. Forced to erase some of his memory using Emergency-Hipno, and cover up the anomaly with a car accident. In the case of the transformers, it has been reported to the relevant body. Check, peruse, and double check. Everything's settled.

 [Tael Eyes - 2019, 01 August]

 Trying to make many people believe that Nero Saputra's report was just a hoax. Already eliminated the evidence. Nero became upset and angry, but there was nothing to worry about. Always watching Nero. Can't erase related witness memory. Looks like our Traitor has given him protection. Still trying to track down and chase traitors. Have suspicions, and is still investigating related vampires.

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“IMPORTANT!”

To all vampires living on Bangka Belitung Island, in order to pay more attention and to tighten the protection of the whole city. The suspect concerned, namely the Cursed (HS), has escaped from the Lorentz Papua security booth. It was reported that HS had left Papua and flew to Bangka Belitung, to hunt down someone suspected of being a wolvire.

Stay alert! If the related wolvire has been found, please take her/him to the nearest headquarters immediately. So that wolvire can then be placed into headquarters for tighter security.

Signed,

Rokan Allegro, Indonesian High Management

A Detainee was Picked Up by Thugs

MY MOM drove us to the airport, the window of the car we were riding in was left open. Phoenix city temperature 23° C, clear sky, blue without clouds. I wore my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white lace; I wear it as a symbol of farewell. The object I was carrying was a piece of parka … er, but this is Bella's story in the Twilight novel, not mine.

Ha ha, sorry to Stephenie Meyers for brazenly copying the main paragraphs of her novels. Didn't mean to plagiarism, really! I love her!

However, of course Mom took me to the airport … with my biological father, not a stepfather. The airport isn't located in the city of Phoenix, but the city of Jakarta, Indonesia.

Regarding to the object that I was carrying … not just a piece of parka, but a suitcase of clothes. Then another suitcase containing the rest of the clothes, books, and other items that I thought were important.

Then, smartphone and an earphone.

What is expected of an eighteen-year-old girl like me in 2021? Of course there must be a gadget!

Besides, my story might be a little different from Isabella Swan.

I flew from Jakarta to Bangka Belitung to move to Grandfather's house. Not because my mother remarried and had the right to enjoy her happy days, no.

Dad got a new assignment in a remote town (or village, I don't remember), and Mom was forced to get a dilemma because of it. She couldn't stay away from my father, but it was also impossible to leave me in Jakarta alone.

Why is that?

My parents always thought that I was a baby. That's purely my opinion, but there's nothing wrong with it. I can't go to school outside, so there's only one way out; homeschooling.

Not only that. I was strictly prohibited from leaving the house alone without being accompanied by one of my parents. I can't even play to a neighbor's house or shop alone, no matter what the reason is.

Once I defied. Secretly I went to a small shop near the house, to buy a young woman's personal needs, and a bag of tempting snacks.

What's the result? My father was furious. My mother cried like a nut artist so it made me feel sick. After that I no longer dare to go quietly. Others might have thought I had just blown someone's distended stomach when they saw how my father was angry at the time.

Mom and Dad spoiled me indiscriminately by buying whatever I wanted. Their love is truly immeasurable. They even allow me to play social media, with a note that don't violate the norms or restrictions that exist. That way I don't miss the latest news or trends and stay fashionable.

However, I still feel like a special prisoner with the free needs. Only have friends and neighbors online … really unimaginable.

For nearly eighteen years, you can't stay away from your parents' arm … just return to my mother's dilemma.

Using Mom's confusion, then, that's where I began to improvise.

“I'm going to Grandpa's house,” I suggested at the time.

I looked at Dad's face in surprise. He seemed to be angry again. Meanwhile, Mom took a sharp breath and shook her head tightly.

Mom's hands on her hips. “It's more dangerous there, Barbie!”

I shudder at the nickname. I tried to hold my tongue from arguing that Mom could call me Barbara, Barb, or Bara; but, not with Barbie!

I instead asked, “How is it possible?”

Mom began to chatter about juvenile delinquency which is very worrying and how many oil palm plantations and rubber trees in Bangka Belitung—which actually has nothing to do. My father added excessively that there were many criminals there, which I, his precious daughter, cannot be near their city.

Really, their words made me ashamed of myself. From the bottom of my heart, I apologize to the island of Bangka Belitung. I often watch programs with the theme of Bangka Belitung, and the scenery there's truly extraordinary. Grandpa often sent pictures of the sea from various regions in Bangka Belitung, and there was no way I would say the bad ones while the portraits were clearly amazing.

Regarding juvenile delinquency and crime rates … I think it's no different from the rest of Indonesia. So, Dad and Mom's chatter is really useless. I wouldn't be surprised if they were convicted for vilifying something without foundation.

“Have you heard it, Barbie?”

My mother's words woke me up. Dad crossed his face with annoyance. Deviated from reality, my mind suddenly blurted out how evil the two of them were, for not one bit left their charming face to me. I stared at them while snorting once.

“Well then, I have an interesting solution.” I join my arms while leaning my back on the sofa that I sit on.

My parents' expressions looked alert. Like this child she'll just ask for a gun!

“Let us hear it,” said my mom.

I cleared my throat. “I am coming along.”

My parents' faces suddenly went blank. I think I made a mistake ... or not?

Suddenly, my father's cellphone rang. After Dad answered the phone call and had a long-distance debate with someone who seemed more powerful than him, then here I am; a few days later, thousands of feet above sea level, riding an iron bird, on the way to Grandpa's house in Bangka Belitung.

Oh, freedom! I really want you!

Uh … looks like he doesn't want me. Damn it!

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About an hour or so later, I was standing in front of a man who looked like a thug with a slightly wrinkled face. The man smiled as brightly as the sky of Pangkalpinang after putting my suitcases in the trunk. Some people seemed surprised by us, as if they were watching a scene of a thug yelling at a poor girl.

Ahem, I'm not a poor girl, by the way. Just … forget it.

“Grandpa!” I beckoned to the thug. “Why do you have to wear clothes like this?!”

My grandfather laughed. He guided me to get into the passenger seat, then he himself got into the driver's seat and started the black Toyota Avanza.

“I'm still fifty-one years old, you know,” my grandfather said jokingly. “Still not old!”

I scowled as he started to run his car. “Not old yet … seriously, Grandpa! Already know the age, must understand the situation, please!”

My grandfather pretended to be hurt. “Hey! My face still looks young! See? If you want, I can find you a new grandma. How?”

“GRANDPA!”

Grandpa laughed loudly. “I'm just kidding, Bara!”

Secretly I smiled because he still called me by that name as before.

“Besides, I have a reason.” Grandpa turned the steering wheel as he turned the corner, then briefly winked at me. “There's a D'Masiv concert tonight, and I'm planning to watch it. Do you want to come?”

Tantalizing.

“I am coming along. But, Gran, D'Masiv isn't a rock band or very that fierce,” I said flatly. “What does that have to do with pop music with thug clothes?”

My grandfather laughed again. “There is no. I just want to. Ha ha.”

I just rolled my eyes in disbelief. I yawned, and decided to just sleep. Grandpa said, the trip from Pangkalpinang to Koba city took quite a long time. About an hour or so … or less … I don't know, again I don't really remember. The thing is, I am already in sleep.

When I finally woke up with sticky eyelids due to chin, we had arrived in front of a simple, one-story white house. The house has a small yard on each side, with several trees and wild plants that live freely on either side. 

“So, welcome!” My grandfather smiled, then got out of the car.

Grandpa dragged my two suitcases into his house and I followed with feeling still sleepy.

The inside of Grandpa's house is just as simple. Consists of one living room, two bedrooms, one family room, and one kitchen. Bright red sofas hurt my eyes as we passed the living room to go to my bedroom.

A few seconds later I just remembered that Grandpa likes red. That is why almost all of the tools and furniture are red. Even the frames that framed my photo as a child were red too!

“Why didn't Grandpa paint the house and the floor in red too?” I grumbled disgustedly to Grandpa's back as he passed the living room.

Grandpa turned around suddenly, startling me. “I still don't have enough free time, but I already bought red paint for the walls. I'm afraid the paint has dried up because it's been ignored for too long. Should I just hire someone? And for the floor … I thought I'd order red tiles too. What do you think?”

I snorted. I shouldn't have said anything about the red.

Grandpa opened a door. “By the way, this is your room.”

I looked doubtfully. Fortunately, the red color doesn't rule my room. Looks like Grandpa knows that I prefer neutral colors like black or white.

“WOI, YADI! KELUER KA!” someone shouted.

Surprised, I turned to Grandpa who looked flat. It sounded that the sound came from the front of the house.

“MEN DAK KELUER, KUDOBRAK RUMAH IKAK!”

Without understanding the meaning of the cry of a strange person outside, I stared nervously as Grandfather met him with galloping steps.

“I'm going to Grandpa's house,” I suggested at the time.

I looked at Dad's face in surprise. He seemed to be angry again. Meanwhile, Mom took a sharp breath and shook her head tightly.

Mom's hands on her hips. “It's more dangerous there, Barbie!”

I shudder at the nickname. I tried to hold my tongue from arguing that Mom could call me Barbara, Barb, or Bara; but, not with Barbie!

I instead asked, “How is it possible?”

Mom began to chatter about juvenile delinquency which is very worrying and how many oil palm plantations and rubber trees in Bangka Belitung—which actually has nothing to do. My father added excessively that there were many criminals there, which I, his precious daughter, cannot be near their city.

Really, their words made me ashamed of myself. From the bottom of my heart, I apologize to the island of Bangka Belitung. I often watch programs with the theme of Bangka Belitung, and the scenery there's truly extraordinary. Grandpa often sent pictures of the sea from various regions in Bangka Belitung, and there was no way I would say the bad ones while the portraits were clearly amazing.

Regarding juvenile delinquency and crime rates … I think it's no different from the rest of Indonesia. So, Dad and Mom's chatter is really useless. I wouldn't be surprised if they were convicted for vilifying something without foundation.

“Have you heard it, Barbie?”

My mother's words woke me up. Dad crossed his face with annoyance. Deviated from reality, my mind suddenly blurted out how evil the two of them were, for not one bit left their charming face to me. I stared at them while snorting once.

“Well then, I have an interesting solution.” I join my arms while leaning my back on the sofa that I sit on.

My parents' expressions looked alert. Like this child she'll just ask for a gun!

“Let us hear it,” said my mom.

I cleared my throat. “I am coming along.”

My parents' faces suddenly went blank. I think I made a mistake ... or not?

Suddenly, my father's cellphone rang. After Dad answered the phone call and had a long-distance debate with someone who seemed more powerful than him, then here I am; a few days later, thousands of feet above sea level, riding an iron bird, on the way to Grandpa's house in Bangka Belitung.

Oh, freedom! I really want you!

Uh … looks like he doesn't want me. Damn it!

—·—·—

About an hour or so later, I was standing in front of a man who looked like a thug with a slightly wrinkled face. The man smiled as brightly as the sky of Pangkalpinang after putting my suitcases in the trunk. Some people seemed surprised by us, as if they were watching a scene of a thug yelling at a poor girl.

Ahem, I'm not a poor girl, by the way. Just … forget it.

“Grandpa!” I beckoned to the thug. “Why do you have to wear clothes like this?!”

My grandfather laughed. He guided me to get into the passenger seat, then he himself got into the driver's seat and started the black Toyota Avanza.

“I'm still fifty-one years old, you know,” my grandfather said jokingly. “Still not old!”

I scowled as he started to run his car. “Not old yet … seriously, Grandpa! Already know the age, must understand the situation, please!”

My grandfather pretended to be hurt. “Hey! My face still looks young! See? If you want, I can find you a new grandma. How?”

“GRANDPA!”

Grandpa laughed loudly. “I'm just kidding, Bara!”

Secretly I smiled because he still called me by that name as before.

“Besides, I have a reason.” Grandpa turned the steering wheel as he turned the corner, then briefly winked at me. “There's a D'Masiv concert tonight, and I'm planning to watch it. Do you want to come?”

Tantalizing.

“I am coming along. But, Gran, D'Masiv isn't a rock band or very that fierce,” I said flatly. “What does that have to do with pop music with thug clothes?”

My grandfather laughed again. “There is no. I just want to. Ha ha.”

I just rolled my eyes in disbelief. I yawned, and decided to just sleep. Grandpa said, the trip from Pangkalpinang to Koba city took quite a long time. About an hour or so … or less … I don't know, again I don't really remember. The thing is, I am already in sleep.

When I finally woke up with sticky eyelids due to chin, we had arrived in front of a simple, one-story white house. The house has a small yard on each side, with several trees and wild plants that live freely on either side. 

“So, welcome!” My grandfather smiled, then got out of the car.

Grandpa dragged my two suitcases into his house and I followed with feeling still sleepy.

The inside of Grandpa's house is just as simple. Consists of one living room, two bedrooms, one family room, and one kitchen. Bright red sofas hurt my eyes as we passed the living room to go to my bedroom.

A few seconds later I just remembered that Grandpa likes red. That is why almost all of the tools and furniture are red. Even the frames that framed my photo as a child were red too!

“Why didn't Grandpa paint the house and the floor in red too?” I grumbled disgustedly to Grandpa's back as he passed the living room.

Grandpa turned around suddenly, startling me. “I still don't have enough free time, but I already bought red paint for the walls. I'm afraid the paint has dried up because it's been ignored for too long. Should I just hire someone? And for the floor … I thought I'd order red tiles too. What do you think?”

I snorted. I shouldn't have said anything about the red.

Grandpa opened a door. “By the way, this is your room.”

I looked doubtfully. Fortunately, the red color doesn't rule my room. Looks like Grandpa knows that I prefer neutral colors like black or white.

“WOI, YADI! KELUER KA!” someone shouted.

Surprised, I turned to Grandpa who looked flat. It sounded that the sound came from the front of the house.

“MEN DAK KELUER, KUDOBRAK RUMAH IKAK!”

Without understanding the meaning of the cry of a strange person outside, I stared nervously as Grandfather met him with galloping steps.

Grandpa dragged my two suitcases into his house and I followed with feeling still sleepy.

The inside of Grandpa's house is just as simple. Consists of one living room, two bedrooms, one family room, and one kitchen. Bright red sofas hurt my eyes as we passed the living room to go to my bedroom.

A few seconds later I just remembered that Grandpa likes red. That is why almost all of the tools and furniture are red. Even the frames that framed my photo as a child were red too!

“Why didn't Grandpa paint the house and the floor in red too?” I grumbled disgustedly to Grandpa's back as he passed the living room.

Grandpa turned around suddenly, startling me. “I still don't have enough free time, but I already bought red paint for the walls. I'm afraid the paint has dried up because it's been ignored for too long. Should I just hire someone? And for the floor … I thought I'd order red tiles too. What do you think?”

I snorted. I shouldn't have said anything about the red.

Grandpa opened a door. “By the way, this is your room.”

I looked doubtfully. Fortunately, the red color doesn't rule my room. Looks like Grandpa knows that I prefer neutral colors like black or white.

“WOI, YADI! KELUER KA!” someone shouted.

Surprised, I turned to Grandpa who looked flat. It sounded that the sound came from the front of the house.

“MEN DAK KELUER, KUDOBRAK RUMAH IKAK!”

Without understanding the meaning of the cry of a strange person outside, I stared nervously as Grandfather met him with galloping steps.

Without understanding the meaning of the cry of a strange person outside, I stared nervously as Grandfather met him with galloping steps.