The Sign of Love
Red Bridge

Suddenly Junda pulls off Relina's hand and takes her into the car. He felt uneasy because many people who saw and stole heard, about what he talked to Relina.

"Deliver!" relina said trying to release Junda's hand.

"I want to talk!" Junda said without taking off his hand.

“What are you doing!” relina said as she was forced inside and Junda shut her car door. They sit side by side in the back seat.

“What do you think you and I can do here? No one sees us.” Finished saying, Junda grabbed onto Relina's chin and quickly kissed her lips.

Relina dodged with all her might and her hand hit Junda's shoulder and back. But the kiss of the man deepened.

Junda releases a kiss. Then said, while grabbing onto Relina's hand. “Silent, I won't do more than this. You're coming months, right?”

Hearing that, Relina tried to let go of her hand and wanted to slap Junda. It was their second kiss and more than two seconds!

“You ...! Damn you!” Relina shouted, but it was useless because no one heard. Junda laughed off.

“Bad, you say? Not that you've done it often with any guy?”

“I'm not that kind of woman!”

Junda laughed again, releasing Relina's hand from her grip. He took out a sealed lump of money and gave it to Relina.

“Nih, I paid for the kiss earlier. Is it less?” Junda said as she moved her eyebrows up and down while her lips shone flirtatiously, but ...

Plaque!

A loud slap struck Junda's cheek, which made the man snort and say in a low, pressing voice.

“You dare slap me?” he said while gripping onto Relina's shoulder hard.

“I told you, I'm not a low woman!” the girl said as she pushed Junda with all her might.

Relina tried to open the car door but could not, she knew it was an automatic lock that could only be controlled from the steering room.

‘Damn it!’

“You can't run away from me, the night butterfly ...” said Junda again chuckled. “I've paid you ..” Junda taunted the helpless Relina.

The girl turned her head, looking at Junda fixed, tears had been dripping in her furry hair. Her eyelashes are like fans that when she dresses up do not have to wear mascara.

Junda was stunned, her reflexes rewinded seeing Relina cry, suddenly her heart became tenuous and felt guilty.

“I think Mr. Junda is a respectable man who values women as much as his mother and grandmother appreciate. I've never done anything bad to you every time I meet.” Relina was silent for a moment, as was Junda who was bewitched by her sentence.

‘Mother, Grandma. Actually yes. He is not ..’

“It turns out I was wrong, You don't even respect the privacy of the person you should have stayed away from because I'm for you a pesky carrier.”

Relina clasped her hands together in front of her chest, then again said, “I beg you, forgive me for all your unlucky luck, every time I met you and kissed you earlier, I assume it is a reply worth.”

Relina turned around to open the car door, “please open the door! Release me!” he said, but there was no answer. He again said, “I am with a friend at the hotel, he is a Jakarta person who is indeed rich, so not with a man like you think.”

Junda leaned over and stepped into the steering chair, saying, “take the money, I purposely prepared it for you!”

Relina did not answer, she went down with the money she had been given, then opened the seal and scattered it in Junda's car until the money was scattered in it.

“Necessary. Let's say we're even.” Relina said while chuckling and left. Junda clenched his hands.

‘Women's basics are not sane!’

The man drove his car back, grumbling. I wish I never met a woman I thought was cheap. Relina has already explained, but still means ambiguous to Junda. Either he's an entertainer or he's not.

Relina walked on the Mereh Bogor Bridge with a selfie photo, made a few moments and filled her last day in Bogor on foot.

It used to be said that the bridge is beautiful and haunted, but now what is seen in the morning like now is just traffic.

“How much, Neng?” said the food seller purchased by Relina, he tasted food that he had never eaten before. He thought the food was a characteristic of the village where the hostel.

“Five thousand only, Mang,” he said, while thrusting a piece of money five thousand. At that time they were on the side of the road, not far from the bridge.

Relina enjoys West Java culinary specialties, especially in Bogor which is very diverse, even now some typical food of West Java, can be enjoyed on various other islands in the country.

In addition to tasting, Relina also bought some other food as souvenirs to take to Jakarta. He plans to leave later in the afternoon or later. Now, he intends to make his memories as beautiful as possible before he leaves the city that once gave him a precious experience.

He browsed through the camera shots and uploaded them on his social media moments page. All set against the background of Red Bridge, the bridge that crosses over the Cipakancilan river and connects the path of Captain Muslihat Merdeka and Panaragan.

One of the people who ever recreation on the Red bridge Bogor is the governor of the Dutch East Indies, General Gustaff Willem Baron Van Inhof who was based in the palace Bogor at that time.

“Then this bridge was good, not jammed, as now.” said the small food vendor who was bought by Relina.

“Iya, Mang. He said so, it's just a memento before leaving.”

“Where is Neng going, oruh?” said the food vendor with a thick regional language.

“Mau to Jakarta, Mang.” Relina answered while enjoying the cilok, one of the typical foods of West Java.

“Why to Jakarta? There mah, jammed, hot, dense again people, frequent flooding, mending here.”

“If the mah flood here also exists, Mang. At the boarding place I also never been to kebanjiraa.”

“Ya, but not as bad as in Jakarta.”

Yes, too, inner Relina, but she just smiled in response to the babble of the food seller.

After being satisfied with the photo, Relina resumed her steps, to go home and bring the souvenirs she would give to her uncle in Jakarta. He bought taro chips and taro balls and Bogor taro. All packed in a big bag.

Relina once again aimed a camera at her against the background of the Red bridge, which was completely different from the Red bridge in Surabaya

The difference is, the Bogor Red Bridge is only a place of recreation and serves as a regular liaison. Unlike the Red Bridge Surabaya which is full of historical witnesses.

“This bridge is a historical witness also for my life”, Relina wrote on her moment page.

The Surabaya Red Bridge, which was on the Kembang road and became the main road of trade in the Dutch era, was built on an agreement between Pakubuwana Mataram and the VOC on November 11, 1743. The bridge connects Kalimas and the Resident building, a very important access that was attacked on November 10, 1945. The red bridge in Surabaya is a witness against the allies who want to take back Indonesia.

There are many other phenomenal bridges, which also make the color red as its hallmark. Among others such as the bridge that crosses the Bosphorus Strait or Golden Gate in San Francisco.

Relina returned to the boarding house to pack the remaining items and put them in a large suitcase. When he finished, he called Ane while walking out, pulling a large suitcase and a bag that he carried in a stack.

“I leave today. You're fine here, don't bother Papa Alex again!” Relina joked at her best friend once the phone was connected.

“Can't, now only Alex is still the same me,” Ane said on the other end of the phone.

“Masa, how do you keep working?”

“Kata Pak Junda, just say. I'd better fuck up.”

“Wah, so baby sitter dong now.” Relina said while laughing.

Ane later told me that she was asked to take care of Alex because there was a sudden business that had to be completed by the two brothers. He cannot refuse because it is the same as an order from the superior.

“Hopefully you are a match, Mr. Dion handsome, kok,” said Relina still laughing.

“Hus! Who knows he has a wife.”

“If you have a wife why is her child brought?” Relina could not see Ane's face which now looked very red from embarrassment.

After saying each other do’a and hope, as well as giving a message, they ended the call.

Relina waited for the bus that would take her to Jakarta, she sat at the bus stop while looking at the phone screen. He does not have to go to the terminal because many buses that pass on the highway are not far from his boarding house.

After a long while, a white sedan car stopped in front of him. Someone called his name as soon as the window opened. Relina turned her head and shouted excitedly, while standing near the window of the car.

“Kak Gun!”

Relina suddenly becomes stiff because Gunara is not alone. There was a man he knew a few days ago, as his manager.

“Eh, Mr. Fuad. How are you, Sir?” Relina said nervously and lowered her head.

“Good. Where are you going?” Fuad asked as he got out of the car, as did Gunara. The man who had once liked Relina was standing in line with Fuad.

‘’Why can they be together like this, do they have a family relationship or just, friends?’

“I'm going to Jakarta, Pak.”

“Why go to Jakarta, there is a job there? Though I want to nawarin you, so my assistant,” said Gunara while slipping his hand in the pocket of his trousers.

While Fuad stared at Relina full of probing. He approached her, then held a guitar-shaped keychain that he deliberately hung in his small bag. He got it from Icha.

"Where did you get this hanger?" Fuad asked with full curiosity.

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