Marrying a Mysterious Man

It turned out to be just a dream

“So ask or not?” exclaimed Kalala said a little fiercely as usual.

“Alright, I better just ask,” Edwin murmured inwardly.

“Oh yes, last night did you move me to the tent?” ask Edwin.

“Ya, why?”

“Did you also give me a pillow in my head?”

Kalala's feeling increasingly unsettled, she tried her best not to display her unrest. “Ya.”

Trings .... The sound of the microwave diverted for a moment their chatter, Kalala hurriedly took the gloves and opened the microwave and then took out the mentai rice inside.

Now the mentai rice that Kalala had served on the plate, seemed to be reflecting hot steam that was appetizing, especially when smelling the fragrance, it felt like the worms in Edwin's stomach were impatient to eat it.

“This, eat,” said Kalala thrust the plate to Edwin.

Their conversation was not over, but Kalala's hasty attitude wanted to get out of the kitchen, making Edwin even more suspicious.

Edwin momentarily glanced at the plate containing the rice straw, then turned it towards Kalala who was walking towards the door.

“Wait!” edwin shouted, successfully holding Kalala's arm.

Kalala is getting deg-degan. The woman seemed to already know, the intention of Edwin holding his hand, must be that the man wanted to confirm last night's matter.

“Yes God, may he not remember,” Inner Kalala.

“Our chat is not finished yet, there is still something I want to ask you, Kalala.”

“Yes God, let alone this?” his mind bit his lower lip while momentarily closing his eyes.

Kalala turned her body to face Edwin. “Ya what is it?! Do not long waste my time dong,” he said so ketus.

“After you helped me sleep in the tent, did something happen?”

“Yeah! He must remember.” As she grew more frightened, she thought for a moment to find another reason, because it was impossible for her to be honest and tell the truth of last night's events.

“Something what? I just take you to the tent, after that yes I go,” he replied.

“Is it possible that last night's kiss I just dream huh?” inner Edwin.

“Oh, thank goodness it is like that.”

“What's really why? Are you dreaming of me?” tanya Kalala teased, while smiling mesemically, trying to melt the atmosphere.

Edwin rolled his eyes. “Hah yes, uh ... enggak,” he replied hurriedly turning around and went back to sit on the dining table chair to eat the still hot mentai rice.

Seeing Edwin who was focusing on eating his food, making Kalala breathe a little relieved. “Huft, fortunately he thought everything was a dream.”

***

Drap ... drape .. drape.

The sound of the pentofel clashing with the marble floor was heard in Akash's ears. And not long after, the door of the room made of dark brown teak wood was opened, featuring a person of great stature complete with black jeans and a bomber, which was, glasses and hats are all black.

“Sorry, sir, I'm late,” he said looking down politely, in front of Akash.

“Sit down,” Akash's word to the man named Jero. Jero nodded and sat down on the sofa beside him.

Jero is a 25-year-old young man, working as an employee of government agencies, more precisely he works in the population service. He is invited by Akash to his private headquarters to call for his help.

“Did Edwin explain everything to you?” ask Akash to the point.

“You are sure the data will not leak?” ask Akash to make sure and reassure him that Jero has the right person for him to ask for help.

“I promise, Sir, the data will not leak,” he replied.

“Good if it is like that.”

“This.” Akash handed over a brown map to Jero, which contained various important data belonging to him and Shira.

Akash intends to change his identity, as he must prepare everything before he breaks away from the organ mafia. Despite the consequences he could not enjoy the facilities of the Atkinson family, but it was better than constantly being in the scope of endangering himself and his family.

“Change everything according to what I wrote in it. You can check it first to ensure its completeness,” said Akash.

Jero opened the brown map, then he checked back one by one the data given by Akash to him.

“Everything is complete, Sir. It's just that, later if everything is done, you must still come to the office for fingerprints,” Jero said.

“Alright, for that everything is easy. But please make sure first, that all birth histories, schools and everything about me must have been changed, and that no one else knows.”

“Siap, Mr.”

“You know it's not, if until someone finds out I changed my identity, you ...” Akash did not continue his speech, but the gaze and motion of Akash's lips as if saying the word ‘mati’ was enough to make Jero fixated in fear.

Even just swallow the saliva, Jero trouble. “Ba-well, Sir,” replied.

This was the first experience Jero had in dealing with changing the entire data of a person that was quite frightening to him. Even so, the rewards given by Akash are very unexpected Jero, even the payment is the same as one year Jero worked in his institution.

“Yes already, you can leave now, if there is an obstacle contact my secretary,” said Akash, Jero nodded again, then left the room.

Akash now plays his fingers, while twirling the work chair he is sitting on. He stared at the outside window, imagining how his plan would go.

“Hm, I can't wait to leave this city,” murmured, smiling cynically.

***

Day to day just passed. Shira is still enjoying her first trimester of pregnancy. And Kalala still faithfully took care of her best friend so well, as well as Tessa, as her father-in-law she always gave her attention to her daughter-in-law and future grandchildren.

“Shir, you are sure it's okay if later I go to Surabaya and you continue on campus no one takes care?” tanya Kalala looked at him softly.

“Nothing times, Kal. Why am I a Kindergarten child, until worried like that.” This woman chuckled at Kalala's face that was pouting at her.

“Lagian, your mama is also kasian, it has been two months you guys have not met,” said Shira. Trying to convince Kalala that his best friend wanted to meet his parents in Surabaya.

“Iya anyway, I also already miss my mother,” her answer put on a face melas.

“Eh, but, Shir, I ‘kan never get on a plane, if suppose there will be anything or I am wrong on the plane how?” said worried.

Shira chuckled back to hear the chattering of her friend. “Yes, Kalala. Relax, if you get on the plane it will not go up wrong, whether you take the train, wrong car or wrong down the station!” he said it was getting louder and louder.

“Bareng Jackson only.” The voice of someone behind, instantly made the two turn their heads.

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Sorry, if the ending is not as expected. Just pray, hopefully everything is smooth, so the author can finish this story in chapter 150.

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