Love Ends At Red Lights

Turning point

flasbacks

"Sometimes we need to be alone. People say it's me time. Though from the first also I have time only." Hana talked to herself along the way on the train to the city of B. His eyes looked towards the window looking at the object along the journey he was traveling on in the train.

Hana chose to travel by train because according to him, this vehicle is safe from traffic jams. In addition, he thinks it's a holiday. Because I don't know since when he forgot this means of transportation. Because since childhood he always used a luxury car owned by his family. And after escaping from the hospital Hana just felt the name of a common transformation tool. It's just a pity that at this time Hana does not remember that time, because of her amnesia.

Hana smiled happily. Her sweet smile was sometimes flimsy when she saw the object she saw from behind the train's glass window.

In the keasikan Hana who was enjoying the trip, it turns out that there was a pair of eyes that had noticed his movements in the car. In addition to her seat being rather close, her sitting position also allowed her gaze to be fixed on Hana.

Soon the train stopped at the destination city. One by one the passengers got off with their luggage. Likewise with Hana who carries a small bag that contains only three clothes stels as well as a school diploma. Yes is fairly light because Hana has no more clothes than the last one bought. Because of her amnesia, Hana has no idea where she lived before. But what is clear now is that he does not want to bother with all his past. According to his mind, the most important thing now is that the diploma in hand is enough for him to search for work and resume college.

Hana was still grumpy in front of the station while sipping a cold drink that she bought while exiting the train station. Yes Hana feels the freedom of the moment after some time ago through a difficult period of emotional instability after amnesia. Maybe now he has learned to adapt to his situation.

"You're waiting to be picked up?" A man suddenly asked her to speak.

Hana turned towards the voice that had just sounded asking.

Hana pointed her index finger at her own face while sipping a drink. The signal means 'are you asking me?' Because Hana felt she was a stranger she just recognized.

"Yes, I'm asking you lady" replied the athletic man. When viewed from the face and appearance he did not look sangar, even look friendly. But Hana feels wary of strangers she just met even though they look friendly.

Hana removed the drinking straw from her mouth to answer the man's question.

"No" answered Hana short. Then Hana turned her gaze on the screen of her phone pretending to be busy.

"Hmmm. Are you waiting for someone?" The man asked again. Since seeing Hana on the train apparently men tried to approach her because she had recognized her in the past.

"No." Hana answered coldly as her gaze remained on the mobile screen, hoping that the man would not ask again after Hana tried to ignore him.

Does he not recognize me at all?

The man beside Hana frowned while thinking in wonder. Ever since he sat on the train bench during the trip, his gaze did not slip from Hana's face. Because the man was sure he had recognized Hana's face in the past, precisely when in college in town B. His mind was struggling, why did the woman beside him not recognize him at all, while he was sure that he was his friend during college. Forgetting if ever familiar and close must like there is a shadow. But he felt the woman beside him like a stranger he had just met.

"Include me Haris." The man extended his hand towards Hana inviting her to meet. Although he felt sure that he recognized her, but he tried to get acquainted like a stranger. In the hope that the woman beside him could recognize him.

Hana stared at the hand that was sticking towards her. His mind was playing now, whether he should accept that helping hand or vice versa. Then a moment later Hannah moved her lips.

"Sorry, I have other business." Hana immediately stepped out her legs leaving the man in astonishment. Hana thinks it's better to avoid than get back in trouble.

Hana immediately approached a taxi parked in front of the station and opened the door and sat down as a passenger.

"Sir please take me to the address xxx!" Pinta Hana on taxi drivers who are ready to attract passengers.

"Neng!" Shortly thereafter, the taxi drove to the requested address.

Be safe... Hah..had just calmed down, there was someone who wanted to disturb.

Hana spoke for herself. His eyes looked ahead. Observe all the way in a taxi. Something caught his attention so much. Along the journey through which many trees also the atmosphere he had ever known. It doesn't feel foreign. Suddenly Hana felt the calmness of seeing the atmosphere of city B that she had just visited. It feels cool, and not too many people like in the frenzied city of Jakarta.

The taxi slowed down and eventually stopped.

"Have arrived!" The sound of the taxi driver rippling Hana's daydream. The address that was addressed has arrived.

"Oh yes. How many argos?" Hana observes the argo engine next to the driver.

"Four thousand neng!" the taxi driver answered while looking back at the passengers.

"Oh, a minute sir!" Hana reached into the wallet that was in a small bag that had been slung from the beginning on her waist. He took out a piece of fifty thousand rupiah note and gave it to the taxi driver.

"Here sir, just get the change!" Hana doesn't take the remaining argo money she purposely gave to the taxi driver tips.

"Thank you, may Allah repay your kindness!" The taxi driver looked very happy. Although the tips are not great, but he looks very happy when his passengers willingly give the excess money to him.

"Aamiin's." Hana answered the prayer that the taxi driver had just said.

A taxi passed from before Hana after the transaction was completed. Hannah stood in front of a building. He stared at the goal while reading a banner that was deliberately installed in front of a building that was now standing in front of him. After being convinced that the address was correct, Hana stepped foot into the building.

The building where the bimbel is not as grand as the school. But it looks pretty neat and clean. After opening the door by excuse Hana stepped her feet towards the reception desk in the building where the billboard.

"Good day ma'am, I want to see Mr. Gavin." Hana at the receptionist. The woman with the head covering or can also be called the veil has been smiling kindly since Hana opened the door.

"Oh sorry about who?" His shady beads of eyes looked at Hana respectfully.

"I'm Restu. I have sent an email to become a teacher. And I've got back the answer that I was accepted into this institution. Hana with details.

"Oh well mbak Restu. Please sit in the waiting room. It just so happens that Mr. Gavin is completing his studies first. It's gonna be okay soon." A receptionist named Syifa.

Syifa was seen contacting Mr. Gavin through the telephone line on his desk.

"I'm sorry if Restu had to wait, I'll get you a drink for a while. Would you like some tea or mineral water?" Syifa went back to Hana who was waiting and offered her water.

"Mineral water only. Thanks." Hana replied with a smile.

Syifa is putting mineral water on the table. "Please ask for Restu." Then back to his desk.

"Yes thanks!" Hannah took the water and gulped down the water she had prepared. Hana looked around the room where the bead was. The room is pretty beautiful. Although not large but arranged neatly and cool because there are some pots that are deliberately stored in some places to add a more natural impression.

Not long after, the door next to the receptionist opened and some men came out and some women with face coverings or people said niqob.

Hana was a little flabbergasted to see some people who had just walked out that door.

I didn't get in the wrong place, did I? This is a bimbel place or something. ah why my mind became this kind of parno after seeing their style of appearance. I just met people with niqob looks this time, did they study here too? Ah no. Before meeting the owner I don't want to be so bad.

Before long there was a man with a simple appearance, his face clean and a little bearded. He approached Hana who was waiting in the waiting room that had passed by several people who had walked out from behind the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum." He approached and pulled the chair that was in the waiting room.

"Getishalight." Hana answered and then she stood up respectfully.

"Please sit!" The man invited Hana back to sit down. Her round eyes and her fairly thick eyebrows her bead was fixed on the table. Even though he was in front of Hana his eyes did not look at Hana at all.

"Include me Gavin. You're miss Restu?" The man in front of Hana introduced himself. His eyes are still on the table.

"Yes my blessing." Hana did not dare to stick out her hand as usual if she met. He thought the man had not stuck out his hand either.

"Well, I call Miss Restu! I've read your cover letter, and our party or the bimbel institute has sent you a reply."

"I guess you've agreed to all the terms attached to our email?"

"If you may know why you applied at our institution?" Gavin stopped talking. His eyes remain on the table. Now he was seriously listening to Hana's answer.

"Yes I want to try teaching at the institution, so that the time can be flexible. Because I have been teaching at school all this time. Of course for me this is my first experience Mr. Gavin please guidance!"

"Mmm good. I will explain a little about some teachers disinib and the rules yes bu Restu. First, all teachers must arrive on time according to their schedule. Both teachers get spiritual coaching as long as they teach here. The three teachers are divided into two. There are those who teach in institutions there are also teachers who get a contract to visit home. Please read this first for details. You can choose which you think you can. And finally, all teachers must comply with all the rules in this institution, including if the teacher violates the rules, the institution will remove teachers from the institution. I think I sent some important points in the email yesterday.

For the salary we will pay each teacher a different hour according to the contract."

Suddenly Mr. Gavin stopped talking. He heard her take a breath.

"Mom Restu from Jakarta?" Mr. Gavin changed his seat while asking.

"Yes sir."Answer Hana short.

"Have you got a place to stay?" Mr. Gavin looked at the bag Hana had stored on the edge of the chair.

"It just so happens not yet sir! I just came straight here." Hana was a bit embarrassed maybe Mr. Gavin had thought it was because of the bag he was carrying.

"Have you ever known this city before?" His gaze remained down. There's a feeling that Gavin's worried about.

"Not sir!" Apparently Hana forgot something.

"Yet?" Mr. Gavin's forehead looks wrinkled. He reopened the leaf he took that contained Hana's Portfolio.

"But here you've been to university xxx." Mr. Gavin returned his gaze to the table. He was waiting for Hana's answer.

"Rubber. But after an accident some time ago I lost my memory of the past. I don't remember it, sir!" Hana was forced frankly than Mr. Gavin did not believe the facts, he thought at this time it would be difficult to find work with his history.

"Subhanallah. I'm sorry!" Mr. Gavin looks sympathetic to what happened to Hana. Be prepared to help Hana who currently may have trouble finding a place to live in the city she just visited.

"It's okay sir, I will try to be independent to get used to the current situation." Hana catches that Mr. Gavin seems like a good man. From her polite way of speaking and her unkind attitude saw Hana's appearance.

"Awhile, then you want to not stay at my place, there happens to be a contract that is still empty? If Ms. Restu doesn't mind you can replace my wife teaching private. Because soon my wife will give birth." Mr. Gavin who happens to have a bimbel institution he also has another business, namely some rented rooms that happen to be his position near his home. He deliberately offered to Hana out of pity

"Thank you sir for your kindness. I gladly accept your offer." Hana welcomes Mr. Gavin's offer with pleasure. Because frankly Hana is still confused to find a place to live.

"I'll call my wife first. Let us all go home together."

"Yes sir!" Hana answered short.

Meanwhile, Mr. Gavin called. Someone came out the door.

"Bu Restu's.. " Someone greeted Hana.