Different One
Eps. 8 Finding the Old Tomb

From the information provided by the hospital information officer, instead of making Jorell satisfied with the information conveyed, it made him more curious.

“Sorry, if I may know, may I request the home address of Mrs Scarlet Timothy and Mr Carl Watson?” jorell asked with sparkling eyes.

In his heart he felt very happy, had obtained a lot of information that was enough to help him. Also expect to get Jorell Watson's parents' address information.

“Please time and awaited first,” replied Information Officer. He went back into the room and 10 minutes later he came back.

Jorell immediately stood up after seeing the reform officers return.

“Master, did you find Mr Watson's address?” jorell asked in flames.

“This is the address.” The information officer took a piece of paper and wrote down an address he got from the hospital data.

“Thank you.”

After pocketing the home address of the baby's parents he was looking for, Jorell was discharged from the hospital.

“It's almost afternoon. Too bad.” Jorell glanced at the circular watch on his right wrist.

The plan was that he would go to the address of the house he had just obtained but there was no way he would look for it now.

“I have to go home now if so.”

***

“Jorell you from anywhere just came home in the afternoon?” tanya Darcy welcomes in the living room.

Jorell stopped and looked at his father. Seen from the look in his eyes if he held back the fear. I don't know what she's afraid of. Afraid of being scolded by Darcy? Or afraid of being interrogated?

“I played to Xavier's house, Dad,” Jorell explained.

Xavier is a friend of Jorell's, who is also his best friend. He used to go to his friend's house after school.

“Your work every day just play! Look at your academic grades nothing good. Everything below grade average grade!” jolt Darcy angry.

“M-sorry, Father.”

“Only that word you always hum in my ear!”

This time Jorell did not dare to answer again and just lowered his head. If he answers it will probably be long-tailed. Not only angry, but maybe also will soon be beaten.

There was a slap on Jorell's cheek, until it was red.

Darcy leaves after slapping and makes Jorell's cheek throb.

“Dad ... Why did you slap me again, when I just came home late? I don't think everything I do has a point in your eyes.”

Jorell went into the room with a chest that felt tight. He thinks the torment for himself in this house is endless.

“Hopefully tomorrow I can find Mr. Watson's home address, if I'm lucky I can meet him. Maybe I can ask him something.”

Jorell leaned his back against the wall. For a moment he could forget the tightness in his chest when he thought about the information he had obtained earlier from Lucerne Hospital. I don't know why thinking about it was like there was hope, even though he didn't know what it was.

***

“Back school you stopped by my house no?” xavier asked Jorell outside the school gate.

“No. I have business. Maybe tomorrow I'll play your house.”

Jorell parted ways with Xavier after five meters of walking together.

“Where exactly does Jorell go?” Xavier just stared at the back of his friend who kept on passing away from him until he was out of sight.

While Jorell was predictable, he searched Mr. Carl Watson's home address.

“According to the address that the information officer provided here. Hope I'm lucky.”

Jorell pulls the cuckoo in front of the fence. But three times he pulled no one out of the house, not even a sign of the door was open.

“Hey, whose boy are you looking for?” A man passed by and crossed the street of the house.

Jorell immediately turned around and there was a man who stopped not far from him.

“Master, I'm looking for the owner of this house, Mr. Carl Watson. But since I waited here no one came out of the house.”

“Already, you just go, for hours standing in front of here no one will open the door for you. Free. They already left this house 15 years ago.”

“What?” Jorell felt limp for a moment, what was expected did not match what was desired.

“Do you know where they moved to?”

“I didn't know they left just like that after their son died. They're going abroad. Even his office is closed.”

Again, Jorell increasingly did not understand who the real figure of Carl Watson was.

“Sir Carl Watson has an office?”

“Yes, he's a famous detective here. Though his office was crowded but closed suddenly.”

After speaking that, the man just passed by.

“Master, wait a minute.” Jorell tried to catch up but just as he was about to arrive, someone picked up the man and took him into the car.

“I lost information again.”

Jorell let out a faint sigh after seeing the car carrying the man slide quickly and in a flash the lightning disappeared from his sight.

He felt a lot of puzzles that he found and he had to put together. But he was confused where to start.

Jorell decided to walk without direction around the area until he finally stopped and realized he had arrived at a public cemetery.

“Why did I walk all the way here?”

Actually he wanted to turn around but somehow there was a strong impulse from his heart that forced him to enter the cemetery.

Jorell walked to the end and stopped in front of a tomb that looked long and unkempt.

“The mercy of this tomb is unkempt. Let me clean.” He cleaned the grass that grew high in the tomb.

How surprised he was after the grass was clean and there was a tombstone there, which he could read his writing.

“Jorell Watson? Born and died June 17, 2017?” Instantly his body bristled to read the name on the tombstone.

He sat down because he felt his legs go limp. Again, like someone led him here to see the tomb. For some reason, he felt his heart was so tight that there was no air cavity there to breathe.

“Why does this name appear again in front of me? Do I have to look for him?”

Jorell doesn't know why, he feels he has to reveal Jorell Watson's name, no matter what.

“Can anyone give me a clue about all this?”

Jorell sits near the tomb. He looked up at the sky while shouting.

“Who is Jorell Watson?”

It was then that the clouds suddenly darkened and rain fell upon this cold earth. Jorell ran out of the tomb and took shelter, with thoughts flying out of nowhere.