[Johan's POV]
"Johan, dear." An elderly woman holding a broom made of ribs from coconut leaves approached him.
Pausing in his steps, Johan smiled politely to regard his landlady. He grabbed her wrinkled hand and pressed its back to his forehead. "Good morning, Granny Martha."
The smile she returned was kind. "You came home a little late today. Overtime at work?"
"Kinda," Johan said with a shrug. He hid his curiosity over what made her came up to him. They rarely talk to each other because of the nature of his work. Could it be to collect rent payment? But his uncle already paid for everything until the end of the year. "Is something the matter?"
"Oh, no. Not really." She pointed her broom to his apartment's direction. "It's just that there's a foreigner waiting for you in front of your door. He's been sitting there for hours, so it got me and the neighbors curious."
