The Bridge of Sin

Stevan Drew

...Don't explain yourself to anyone...

...Because the one who likes you doesn't need that, and the one who hates you doesn't believe that...

Do I have to tell this to Brian and Bella. Seeing their happiness at this time it feels unable if I explain about Nami here.

Just now, that son of a bitch survived death. Now something bad is catching him again. Until when death vies to take his life.

Human error does not escape many things. The result of that mistake will probably give birth to something else that is very negative. Revenge is also hate.

Even if my heart is fed up with Nami right now, there is another side of my heart where I am unable to report what is being done. Maybe this time I should finish this myself.

I went back to my profession. Becoming a detective. The difference is, I'm serving a country person right now. Far from my only family is impossible.

As a result of much chaos in the past, karma took away all my family members. That crazy elder Shawn, wiped out my family tree. All that's left is Bella and me. We are saved by God's wonderful intervention.

Bella is saved by her love. And I, saved by someone good at that time, Nami. I feel like I see him now. Though our first meeting, Nami was a carefree girl, also considerate.

To be honest, I once held a taste for her, for her kindness. For a few years I was with him, knowing him. She selflessly took care of me who was dying.

Even when my heart was still filled with grudges, the explosion that befell his family made us unite against Brian back then.

To be honest, he never left me. I intend to bring her old self back. A Nami, who is full of happiness.

Good-natured Nami, whom I knew a long time ago. Lord, may you not change him like a death-hungry devil. He is too good to be that kind of person.

For a moment in front of the canvas I smiled. Even the fear of my mind today is still able to paint his face. Pouring my imagination on a canvas is my hobby.

For a moment my eyes glanced right at the alarm clock there. It's eight o'clock in the morning, I have to be in the office for half an hour. There are a lot of files there that need to be researched.

I walked towards the wardrobe, took my robe there, put it on. Today will be a very busy day for me.

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The bus stop was pretty quiet this morning, there were only five people with me. Usually a series of people lined up here, lined up, waiting for the bus to stop.

Today my ferry is not worn. I want to enjoy the streets of Paris while breathing its fresh air. This kind of leisurely walk was indeed a good thing, at least my head felt very light at the moment.

The bus stopped right in front of me and I went inside. There I was sitting next to an old man, the nether was busy reading the newspaper.

Not wanting to disturb him, I also chose silence while folding my hands. For a moment I closed my eyes, there the little memories of my meeting and Nami began to spin.

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Flashbacks

That day right after the explosion I forced myself to get up, even though my body was sore, sick. There I even fell, creeping trying to find help.

A weak cry for a young man. But how else, this fresh blood continues to pour. Sick, painful, damn it is indeed the actions of the mafia.

On the sidelines of that despair, the sound of footsteps came toward me. The girl was busy with her cell phone. A few minutes after his arrival, some humans started carrying me, taking me in the car.

I remember, for the first time, having my head placed on a girl's lap. It was Nami.

That day was the beginning of me and him getting to know each other. Every morning, he came to visit me in my ward. Asking how I was doing, he also helped me eat and drink.

When the doctor said that my body was capable without treatment, Nami sincerely offered me.

"What if you stay with me?"

I closed my eyes at that moment. I was reluctant to accept the noble offer. There are so many good things he has done to me.

"No need, you've helped me a lot! It doesn't feel good to have to accept your good offer again this time."

There he smiled, his hands outstretched to me. Ruffling my pencak gently, it feels like I'm his son here.

"You're nothing?"

My protest was against him, but he just laughed when he heard it. Actually I like it when he touches me, but, isn't selling expensive it necessary. This does not only apply to women.

"You're so adorable, it's okay to just stay in my house. After all, I rarely have friends here."

"Want to?" I was curious, there seems to be another meaning to the offer.

I raised one of my eyebrows, hearing the word accommodate made me a little upset.

"Well, I'll pay the rent, 'cause I'm a passenger there!"

Nami laughed at hearing that. The echo of his laughter was very crunchy really. This face is always graceful in my eyes.

"You angry?"

"Yes, my heart hurt a little when you spoke of accommodating. I feel like a refugee."

"You're a refugee, aren't you? You're from a country people come into my country."

I was wasting my breath hearing that. The thing that was said by ya was true, because it was the work that demanded me here.

But misfortune made me lose everything, even my Daddy. It seems that being friends with him is no problem.

Since then, our relationship has been close. On the sidelines of our closeness, I also monitor the development of Bella, my sister.

But when the misfortune also befell Nami. In a moment, all his good qualities of the night were gone. It's changed a lot, sarcasm, anger, gloom. A lot of time is spent in front of computers and laptops.

He and I have the same grudge. Since then we rarely talk, just talking about strategy and revenge.

Our relationship has been tight ever since. No jokes or warm talk there. Just a mission, just a grudge, that's all. That is why the chain of things must be broken immediately, if not us who broke it then who else. Holding a grudge for too long is not good.

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A palm slapped my body. Suddenly I opened my eyes again, out of the shadows of the past that had perched in my head.

When I opened my eyes, it was the old man beside me. I throw a smile at him.

"What's grandpa?" I asked, he folded his newspaper, put it right by his side.

"Young man, looks like you're in big trouble huh?"

I frowned hearing his words. How can this old man know how I feel right now. Before the question came from me, from his pocket he gave me a paper.

I took the paper, read it. There I was surprised, apparently this man was one of Nami's men.

This time my eyes were sharp towards him, while he was there just smiling cynically. Apparently from then on Nami, started spying on me.

If not, how could his men know that today he prefers buses to his Ferrari.

"You, what do you want from me?"

The old man smiled. He folded his hands for a moment.

"You won't be able to fight Nami, will you? Since you love her, then why don't you help your love, Stevan?" He said, I just laughed a little at that.

"That's stupid, if you see the world has punished him. So, what is this continuing grudge for? You look like greedy humans, less and less!"

"You're blinded by your love for your brother!"

"No such thing happens! These karmas go according to the will of the power. He acted so on the mistake that my ancestors once made on him too!"

"That's stupid of you, compare that to the number of victims. Compared to how many of your family you've been killed by, is it worth it?"

The question from him makes me sick. The bus stopped right at another stop this time, this stop is my destination.

I stood up for a moment, tidying my clothes. There I looked at him raising my hat as a sign of respect for him, then smiled.

"Delading every question is useless, not my field! Until I die, I'll never work with you again."

I said then left him there alone. The man just looked at me cynically from behind the glass of the bus. I don't care about that really.

It seems like this matter should be me handling it myself. As a sister, I should be able to protect my sister, Bella.

...In applying tolerance, one enemy is enough to be the best teacher...

...The saddest thing is that betrayal does not come from your enemies...

...But it's from a friend you've trusted all along...