Jakarta - Tokyo Love Story
9. Just Admit

"I-this is my cousin's car too, Kal. Damaged if rarely used. Sometimes I doang because I love the money to buy gasoline if I use it out.

But you want to get things. Even though you say only clothes and a little, but still would be bothered if you take a taxi. I used my cousin's car. Aye, right?" said Edward while grinning.

Edward was in the basement parking that apartment. He lied about the car. Where's his cousin's car? It's his own car. Even the other two cars next to the black car he pointed at were also his cars.

Come to think of the cost of exclusive parking for 3 cars here is more expensive than Edward's salary for a full month at the Cafe as a barista.

"Oh. Okay. Really not papa?" kalula asked uncertainly. He came back wearing his clothes yesterday that were soaked.

"Yes, not papa. I'm free to use the car and the apartment. He even told me to. Calm down, Kal," Edward said reassuringly.

"OKAY. Can you really drive?" Kalula still seemed unsure.

"could. I have a SIM. Even international SIMs have. I can drive from the age of 15 years," said Edward relaxed.

Edward forgot he was undercover. He realized that he had slipped a lot in one sentence earlier.

Can you drive from the age of 15? Have an international SIM?

Kalula immediately looked suspiciously at him.

Edward was a bit flustered, but he was good at saving situations.

"Yes. I was taught the same thing, Kal. Keep on the international SIM, it's because I worked a year abroad. So I was made an international SIM by my company" said Edward and then he laughed to cover his slips.

Kalula nodded in confidence. Then in short they got into the car and Edward drove it home.

Along the way Kalula daydreamed more. Sometimes he checks his phone again. Edo hadn't contacted him since the fight this morning. I don't know, he tried not to care but to think too.

Clearly, he wanted to leave home first. He was too tired to face all the attitudes of his mother.

"Karina might still be in school Mama doesn't know where to go. Even if he's home, you're on his crap, Ed. Wait at the door. I know he must have been a lot of talk or angry and prevented me from leaving.

But I will try to get my clothes, my files, and my things as quickly as possible" Kalula said.

Edward nodded and stopped his car at the end of the alley. Edward all turned around so that later they could run away quickly if there was anything.

"Ready?" edward asked as he looked at Kalula tensely.

Kalula nodded tensely. He took off his seatbelt and went downstairs and walked straight to the door of his own house. Edward followed behind.

"Not locked," Kalula said, half whispering, turning to Edward behind him.

"Just in. I'm waiting for the door, yeah." Edward replied in a whisper as well.

Kalula then quickly entered the narrow rented house. Edward looked at the situation from the front door.

For a long time, only this time he saw a narrow house in a dense settlement like this. Even now he set foot in it.

The more Edward stepped into the house full of goods, the more he heard the clear screams of the woman he recognized as the voice of mama Kalula.

"Mama did not choose love. You're the same Karina Mama treated the same. You should know yourself and know your return. After your father died, you are responsible for this.

You're the one who's trying to support Mama and Karina! It's not that running away is so the same guy is not clear. Why do you want to bring all the clothes?" Sastri pulled Kalula's backpack, which was half filled with clothes.

"No, Ma! Stopit! I'm getting out of here! I'm tired already. Mama treated me like a cash cow. Do you know I'm working hard for college?

But my money runs out for Karina school and to meet the needs of Mama who likes to buy and buy is not clear. Mama knows for herself how hard our economy is. Mama can still work, right if you want? I'm tired, Ma. Keep relenting.

My mom is not my real mom. I'm just a stepson. I'm just a collect boy. Mama took care of me not because of honey, but because of demands from papa, right? Because papa told me to.

Papa does not exist now. I have no more obligations to Mama or Karina. It's up to you to take care of yourself. Don't bother me anymore" said Kalula, seizing the backpack and putting in as many clothes as he could carry.

"Based on a brat! Don't know it's lucky. It should be your baby time, Mama dumped you into the orphanage! Or to the trash!" sastri said with his eyes reddened. His head came out, and his hands pointed violently.

Kalula stopped the movement of his hand that was putting the clothes in. He then stood up with an irregular up and down breath. His eyes were red and his hands were clenched

Throw it in the trash? Oh, how rude those words are.

Tied to a collecting child or a step child does not know himself can still be accepted. But to be thrown into the trash in baby time? How valuable is it not?

"Why do you see Mama like that? How dare you now? Want to fight Mama?" Then Sastri went forward and grabbed Kalula's long hair.

Kalula knew he had to change. He has to fight. For many years he was treated this harshly and kept quiet. But still his childhood memory and remembering the woman had raised him made his hand can only be clenched without being able to move.

But of course Edward was anxious.

After just peeking out from behind the door, Edward went into the room and released Sastri's hand on Kalula's hair.

Sastri was apparently surprised to see someone else in his house. Edward pushed her until she fell to the floor. Kalula was a bit surprised as well, but he was silent because Edward was holding his hand.

With a very large body, Edward was able to drop Sastri whose body was small enough in one push. To fight Edward, his strength is not worth it.

"Udah, Kal. Let's go" said Edward then he took the Kalula backpack that had not even been closed.

Kalula looked at his mother who was still sitting on the floor. Her stepmother looked at her with a pus.

"Oh, you want to run away with this guy? Look out, Kal! Mama Aduin you're going to Edo!" sastri threatened. Apparently he has not accepted.

Kalula who was taking her file bag from the closet and was about to follow Edward went straight to stop his steps. He stared at his stepmother.

"Aduin, Ma. After all, Mama had slandered me too by saying nothing about me to Edo. Edward's just my friend, Ma. He helped me.

Aduin, Ma! Aduin it all with the story by Mama. I don't care" said Kalula, then his tears began to pour he said rudely with the back of his hand and he left.

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