Jakarta - Tokyo Love Story
4. Not the Bladder Child!

Kalula held her breath. He allowed himself to be comfortable in Edward's arms. But as his eyes became more closed and closed enjoying this protracted feeling, it suddenly flashed across his head.

How about nun far away in Tokyo there, Edo did the same as he did. For example, he hugged Erina like this...

Aghhh! Nah!

With spontaneous movements, Kalula then pushed Edward's body and tried to melt the atmosphere by laughing.

"Sorry, Ed. I-i just... . Mmm, sorry, Edward. We shouldn't be like this. I mean I'm not like this" he said nervously.

They were still standing on the side of the road, in the middle of the atmosphere of the capital that was trembling with light and crowds.

Edward just laughed. She knew Kalula felt guilty for embracing her. He just shrugged his shoulders relaxed.

"It's okay, Kal. It's just an ordinary hug, too. We're friends, right? You are sad and I am comforting you. Then because you wanted to cry, I hugged you to calm down. Reasonable dong?

Yes, it is definitely different from other hugs. For example, Edo hugs the girl you just gave her a look at her picture on your phone?" Edward deliberately still teases Kalula about Edo.

"Edward! Please!" Kalula punched Edward in the stomach and laughed. They walked again slowly enjoying the night.

While walking, Edward continued to steal a glance towards Kalula. Though clearly the direction of the destination is not here. Moreover, the car he parked far back there. Edward really doesn't care. He can take a taxi to get his car.

"Oh yeah, where do you live, anyway? We're in the same direction?" ask Kalula.

Edward laughs. He shrugged his shoulders and answered nothing. He just pointed to the front so that Kalula did not ask much more.

Anyway wherever Kalula steps, he will come along. Edward knew Kalula was just upset and lonely. He missed Edo, so he walked without this direction to kill his loneliness. And he will gladly accompany her on the road.

"On Edo, does it mean that your parents know him and agree with your relationship?" ask Edward suddenly. Anyway he didn't want this conversation to be interrupted. He wanted Kalula to be comfortable beside him

"Yes that's it. My late father loved it. Papa wants a boy. When my sister was born, she was a girl too. So as soon as Edo came into our family, he was received warmly.

My mother was also quite happy and dear to him. Yes, even though I like to nag him sometimes. Since Papa died, the burden of the family backbone fell into my hands.

My sister knows what her name is. He is still Junior High. Then my mama was the same. And because Edo was so kind, he often couldn't resist when Mama borrowed money from him.

He said it was a debt but ultimately it was not paid either. Ah, I'm upset about that. I want Edo to save. He has big ambitions. There should have been a lot of savings. But he mostly helped me financially.

It makes me feel indebted. We are more than just girlfriends. Even though we were in our early 20s, I wasn't even 20 yet. But this relationship means a lot. So I was afraid of losing Edo" Kalula said, then he stopped and pointed to a chair near the city's central fountain.

Edward knew Kalula gave him a code of whether he wanted to sit or not. Edward nodded. He sat down next to Kalula.

Hearing Kalula talk about his family, his life, and his romance openly makes Edward convinced. Sooner or later Kalula can fall in love with her.

Edward was obsessive. He wanted Kalula to forget Edo. Somehow, he wanted to destroy their relationship.

How strong is the LDR relationship, anyway? Just look at how resistant they are to keep fighting and misunderstanding this. Especially with the distance between countries like this, with the difference in time there is also.

Kalula wiggled her legs on the chair and stared at the tall buildings while laughing. Perhaps he began to forget his turmoil and find solace by telling Edward a story. Moreover, Edward was quite witty in responding to this chatter.

"Kok kayak there was a lightning noise, yes," said Kalula then he checked his phone to see the clock.

Ah, eleven o'clock at night. It means that Tokyo is already one in the morning. Maybe the Edo he was thinking about while floundering was good at sleeping.

"I think it's gonna rain, Kal. You go home, deh. I'm anterine, yes," said Edward, staring at Kalula, whose cherry face had turned moody again.

Kalula was still staring at his empty mobile screen without notification.

"From that we talked, from that moment we ate meatballs, and then we got to the road here, sitting here for a long time; Edo was not nervous at all. Absolutely not!" Kalula looked sad.

"Kal, tomorrow you can ask him. Why go home to the food you saw in the photo he didn't tell you anything until the night. Even there it was morning. Okay well?

Start drizzling, Kal. All of a sudden, yeah. That's taxi! Taxi taxi! Come on up, I'll drive you home!"

Edward pulled Kalula's hand. They got into the cab with their hair wet. As soon as the door of the truck is closed the rain has turned increasingly heavy.

Edward flicked his jacket and Kalula patted his wet hair as it had been swept away by the drizzle.

"I got off the stop, Ed. Keep waiting for the rain to stop. Yes, I will walk. I used to walk," Kalula said so glanced at the taxi argo.

"I paid for it. Hitherto. Calm down Why, anyway? I just wanted to get my new friend home, really. I'm the gentlemen. I will not let you walk alone on this vulnerable road, let alone in the rain. Go on the road! Call your address Kal" said Edward casually.

Yes, the distance where Kalula lived was not so far if he walked. But if you take a taxi, it means you have to go through the main road that turns.

As soon as it reached its destination, it turned out that the rain had subsided. Maybe this area has already rained first. Seen from the mishaps of water that has been pooled everywhere and trees that have wet leaves.

"I'm getting down here. Looks like the taxi's hard to muter, huh. I forgot to say that it was narrow. Sorry, yes," Kalula said.

Edward said it was okay. Instead, he came down and directed the taxi driver to turn the direction.

Kalula stood beside Edward. He could not have gotten into the house while the tired man drove him still confused to take a taxi.

What Kalula did not realize was that his mother was waiting for him at the door. He ruffled his waist and went straight to Kalula and grabbed his hair until Edward, who was standing next to Kalula, was surprised and spontaneously wanted to push Kalula's mother.

"Aw! Sick, Ma," said Kalula, whimpering, trying to remove the cruel coveted mother from her head.

"Where are you going? Why just come home? Mama can't call you. No credit, no quota. Is there anyone coming home from work this late at night? Who else is this? You go home with another guy?

Mama's tired of being billed for rent from the afternoon. Mama says wait for you to come home to be able to pay even you do not go home. Your sister's testing tomorrow and she's so smart because the owner is angry fighting with Mama.

The electricity in the house was also almost dead. Token off. Uh, this is you're even having a good laugh here as a guy. Use the styles of returning home by taxi. I think I have a lot of money. Where, Mama needs money!" said the short-haired and fierce-looking woman.

Kalula completely flushed his face. In addition to enduring the pain of being wiped out, he also endured embarrassment. In front of Edward who was not yet familiar with him, his mother even behaved like this embarrassing.

Kalula wants to cry. Edward looked at her with concern and pity while feeling annoyed. He wondered why there were parents in this day and age who did this.

Kalula who did not fight was treated like that made Edward even more anxious.

"Ma, how many days I've been working, Ma. There hasn't been a month. Of course I don't have a salary." Kalula sounds so embarrassed.

The taxi that was supposed to wait for Edward to come back in and ride home was waiting in confusion. Edward gave her a code to wait.

Obviously Edward did not want to leave Kalula treated this way, even by his own mother. His instincts as a man to protect make him survive even though Kalula has given him the code to go home.

"Yes you are looking for debt to your friend, to your boss. Your papa is no more. You owe the same mother. Mama took care of you from the baby! If you don't want to be what you are after your mom dies!" The abusive woman rebuked Kalula.

Kalula silent a thousand languages. The rain suddenly fell again.

"What does Mama mean? I'm not Mama's real son? My mom's dead?" Kalula felt that this lightning bolt in the sky was striking his head.

The middle-aged woman who used to be called Sastri began to panic in her own words. Today he was too stressed because of the demands of money to talk.

"Kal, Mama just... . Yes papa you used to forbid Mama to say this. But you're Mama's son, really. Mama loves you, right? Mama..."

"No! Mama loves Karina more than me! Mama's just squeezing my money. Mama doesn't care how I feel!" Kalula shouted as the rain started to fall. Her tears were mixed with rain.

"Kal, we're going!" Edward pulled his hand.

Kalula came without much question. He got into the taxi.

Sastri, whose real figure as a stepmother was revealed, was trying to catch a taxi that took Kalula and Edward away, but he fell in the rain.

The speed of the taxi was not comparable to him.

"Kala! How mama! Mama needs your money!" In the heavy rain that flushed it, the contents of Sastri's head was still about money, money, and money.

Kalula is fed up...

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