Jakarta - Tokyo Love Story
26. Passport and Edward Visa

Kalula was tidying up the food on the table as Edward exited his room scratching his head.

Mobile phone in hand, car keys he hid behind the bag of his cargo pants.

What an appearance Edward dressed in a relaxed cargo brown color and the chest of his field wrapped in a tight white shirt is perfect. Edward is so handsome. Very 'type' Kalula.

"Ed? Wh why? Any issues?" asked Kalula who was aware of Edward's change of face.

Edward grin. He was confused to reason what would sound convincing to Kalula.

"Mmm, yeah. My friend called. He invited me to meet. He said he wanted to celebrate his birthday. I'm invited. So I'm going first, huh?" Edward was still standing looking at Kalula who was picking up pizza crumbs on the carpet.

Kalula raised his face and looked up at Edward.

"Yes. Just go, Ed. You didn't change your clothes?" Kalula looked confused. In his shadow the person celebrating the birthday must be a formal party.

"Ng-no, really. Party at home. I'll be home tonight. Don't open the door, yeah. If anyone knocks open it. I've got the keys, all right." Edward explained.

Well, to be honest, he's worried about leaving Kalula here alone. But how to. Her mother threatened to drag Kalula out of the apartment if she did not want to go home to see her.

"OKAY. Easy, Ed. I'll sleep soon too." Kalula then lifted the rest of the pizza and intended to put it in the refrigerator.

Edward nodded and walked to the door. Sometimes he looks back. Kalula also went to the kitchen.

Edward is worried because this luxury apartment was bought in the name of his mother. Although his mother did not hold the key, but still Edward understood very well his mother was not an ordinary person. The manager of this apartment building is certainly acquaintance with his mother.

Her mother could have told her men to break down the door and drag Kalula out. Therefore he advised Kalula not to open the door even if someone knocks.

Edward knew he had to hurry back to his mother's house to stop his rampage and threaten.

What a mother-daughter relationship it's kind of like hate relationship. They fight a lot but know to love each other despite being wrapped thick by a sense of prestige.

My mother's house is not too far from this apartment. It's just a curfew, a solid clock coincides with people coming home from work. The road must be jammed. Not nothing Edward had imagined his emotions facing the streets jammed.

Edward was walking out of the elevator when Kalula called him.

"What's? Red medicine? Bandages? You why? Your wounds? Do I need to go back to the apartment? I haven't gone too far, anyway." Edward panicked as soon as he heard Kalula ask him where he kept the medicine box.

"No papa, Ed. Seriously. Just a little wound. When I went to the fridge for pizza, I saw fruit. Then I want to eat and of course cut it. Damn my hand was scratched by a knife.

The wound is a bit deep, anyway. I think I need red medicine and plaster. You see, tomorrow work time will be very disturbing if it is too painful.

If I don't have a medicine box, maybe I'll go down to the pharmacy. Her fear became an infection and disrupted my work, Ed," Kalula said.

Edward was in front of his luxury car parked in the VIP parking lot of this apartment. The key is in the other hand.

"Oh, my goodness, Kal. I guess why. There's the hell in my room. It should be in the middle room. But I took it yesterday when my little finger hit the table and bled.

Mmm, if not wrong around the nightstand next to the bed, deh. Maybe you can open those drawers. I forgot which drawer. You just go to my room, Kal."

Edward said casually. He did not know that his words just now could open a big secret that had been hidden from Kalula.

Inside the nightstand drawers were stored his personal documents. Passports, visas, college diplomas, photo albums, and more.

"Oh, okay. Yeah, Ed. Be careful on the road, yeah. I'll shut the phone off soon, yeah. I you washed my wounds again because the blood was still flowing" Kalula said, then he turned off the call.

***

While in the apartment, after draining his wound, Kalula wrapped his fingers together with kitchen wipes.

His blood did not stop either. He was daydreaming to the point that the knife was scraping too deep into his finger.

Fortunately, he injured his left hand. Now with her right hand unharmed, Kalula turned Edward's doorknob.

Yigg!

Called lights.

Click!

He then walked towards the nightstand next to the bed that Edward mentioned earlier.

He saw three drawers lined down and also one medium-sized box at the bottom. It looks unlocked.

Kalula opened the first drawer and found nothing. The drawer only contains a charger, earphones, and how many other accessories there are.

And now drawer number two is pulled. Kalula had yet to find the medicine box, but his eyes were fixed on a passport book.

Kalula knew, opening personal items that did not belong to him was brazen. Very sassy. It means that it violates the privacy of others.

But somehow his hand took the little book. And when he picked it up, a visa document was lifted.

Kalula then opened it on a whim. Clearly judging from the identity of the owner, the travel document belonged to Edward. He thought it belonged to Edward's cousin he used to tell me about.

Regarding foreign affairs, Edward indeed told me that he had worked abroad. But looking at the contents of this document made Kalula's eyes widened.

Kalula's eyes stared at the nano.

"Jeez," she whispered softly.

Oh, so many stamps of the countries Edward's been to. And most of the travel history says that the purpose of his arrival is for the holidays. This is not a work visa. There are also student visas.

Kalula was suspicious.

They looked at these countries one by one. He touched the writing on the document with his fingers. Kalula knew it was not a common country for ordinary tourists to visit.

Even in certain countries, he knew it was very difficult to penetrate his visa.

"What did Edward think?" The question was immediately in his brain.

Kalula closed Edward's travel document and put it back in the drawer.

Kalula sat on the floor. He then cut off his injured left hand. After checking again, the blood stopped. Just that scar looks a little gaping.

Suddenly his wound seemed to disappear. What is in Kalula's mind now is a curiosity that increasingly fills his head.

"Who is Edward?"

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