Foreigners

"Extraordinary!" said a well-dressed man, he walked away clapping his hands. "What is your name, young man?"

"A—" Alex's words were cut off by Jerome.

"John," said Jerome. "His name is John."

The foreign man spoke again, "Okay, John, I'm Linga. May I know where are you from? I am very impressed with the way you fight."

"Indonesia. We are here to find a Master," explained Jerome.

Linga's gaze turned to Jerome, he asked, "Who are you John? I thought you were the one who asked my question."

"I am Azz, Manager of John."

"Wow, it's still new to have a manager, huh?"

"We are new here. But in Indonesia we are already very well known, especially John. His name is always proud of."

"Wait! Are you from Indonesia?"

"Yes."

"So, do you know Alva? He is a great fighter who comes from Indonesia too."

Hearing the name Alva, Alex was quite surprised by it. He asked, "You know him?"

"Yes, John. Of course I know him. Before becoming a great fighter, he trained with me. You could say that he trained from scratch. You know him?"

"Yes, we know him," replied Jerome.

For a moment Linga looked at the stature of Alex and Jerome alternately. He saw that the two of them were carrying quite a lot of luggage.

He handed her a small piece of paper and said, "My business card. Call me if you need help."

Jerome took the paper. "Thank you sir."

Not long after that Linga left. Alex and Jerome rushed to find an inn. However, they doubted they could get it quickly. Therefore, Alex suggested that they go to Alex's apartment which is not far from there. Jerome agreed. With unsteady steps, the two of them walked away.

*

"For the future call me John. It's okay, I just want to get used to it. It's not funny if our plan fails just because of the wrong word," John pleaded.

Instantly Jerome or the man called Azz lightly tapped his forehead. "Yeah, sorry, I forgot."

"Get used to it, please. If I have to get used to it, then you have to get used to it too."

"Okay, John-"

In the middle of their conversation, suddenly the bell rang. Hearing that Azz immediately got up and was about to see who was coming. Previously he looked outside through the small hole in the door. He didn't see anyone there. He thought for a moment.

Feeling long, John immediately approached Azz. He asked, "Who?"

Aziz shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know, there's no one outside."

Hearing that statement, without thinking John immediately opened the door. There really wasn't anyone there. He only saw a medium-sized contact lying in front of the door. He sees no sender name and recipient name. Therefore, he left the box alone and closed the door again.

As the two of them turned around, they suddenly heard the sound of the bell again. Without peeking at it first, John immediately opened the door. Still no one was there, only the box he had seen earlier. Annoyed, he closed the door again quite hard.

"Strange person," John sneered.

"Who do you think the box is for? Is it possible for us?" Aziz asked.

"You think I know?" John asked back. "If it's ours, who sent it? Do you know anyone else here?"

"So do you think it was a misspelling?"

"Do not be stupid! It's just the two of us here. The apartments next to us are all empty."

Azz looked at John, then ran inside. Witnessing this made John annoyed.

"Just a big body, small guts," said John.