Bella's Script
Coercion

“Okey, so tumben lo out by yourself?” Niko asked shortly after putting two cups of coffee in front of them. Finally they had a casual conversation after their performance was over.

Currently they are in front of a food court that sells special drinks made from coffee. Although it was early morning, but they decided to hold a conversation after an impromptu gig that drained energy but was fun.

It has been one week more Niko gig in one of the corners of this special food court but only today many people who watch Niko's appearance. Usually just a lot at the beginning then slowly disperse. But this time they held on until the end. Maybe because there was Rangga accompanying him. As always, Rangga is always adept at interacting with the audience.14 songs they sing until their voice is almost hoarse.

And the arrival of Rangga became something that was not expected by Niko. Although they often disagree, it turns out that Rangga never forgets it.

“Gue also did not expect to be here.” I Rangga once blew and then sipped a black drink that still reflected the smoke.

His eyes were still staring at the stack of unfinished band tools they were cleaning up.

Niko watched her best friend closely. It is clear that Rangga is hiding his baldness.

“Sorry, your relationship with Ara is fine, right?” Find the curious Niko. After a long time knowing him, only this time Rangga looks empty.

Rangga smiled a little. He took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket along with his dead cell phone.

“Will always be fine as long as I follow him. You must know that.” Sahut Rangga seraya smiled cynically at Niko.

“Gue feels like a fugitive who must report every 10 minutes with him. He's always suspicious of me, tipping off my past with Bella. She wants to be with Bella. Yes lo shadowin lah, how does it feel to be tied so strongly until I feel tight.” Said Rangga with a sad look and occasionally seen flashes of anger.

Niko understood. 4 years with Amara of course he knows exactly how Amara's attitude and how to treat his partner.

“Ya maybe Ara does have flaws but positively consider it a form of attention he is the same lo. Your partner is jealous because he loves you. Anyway, you've picked him up and released Bella. Why don't you try to survive.” Entertain Niko, even though he knew this would mean nothing to Rangga.

Just look at Rangga who is smiling sarcastically. Niko's advice even feels like an insinuation.

“Why do you matiin hp lo, instead it will lure Ara to do strange things?” Niko looked at the screen of Rangga's dead phone.

“Gue need time to breathe Ko.” Rangga rubbed his face violently. His breathing sounded long and deep. This guy's really tired.

“Whatever why, I feel if my decision yesterday was wrong. I should have stayed with Bella. Aye right?” This time Rangga looked at Niko questioningly, like waiting for his best friend to agree.

“Oh yes? You just realized that now?” Niko asked back and made Rangga bite her own lips with a swish.

I used to know how many times Niko reminded Rangga to end his game with Amara. Her heart grimaced with sadness every time Bella was confused looking for Rangga, asked her news, worried that something bad happened to her lover until Bella asked, asking,

“Ko, am I wrong what is the same Rangga? Is Rangga already bored or not in love with me anymore?” Bella asked with a stifled cry.

Niko still remembers exactly how the expression of guilt and insecurity showed her. And at that time Niko could not answer because she knew that in the back there Rangga was alone with Amara.

In the midst of the turmoil and anxiety of Bella, they go on vacation to the island of the gods, drinking at the club until both of them are drunk until a few days staycation at the hotel even though Bella was too busy looking for them.

Miris, yes at that time Niko could only slice while seeing how Bella struggles for her best friend.

“What is my less effort Ko, make a nod to Rangga if I love him?” Bella's question that one can not answer Niko, until finally Bella found her own answer.

“Ga, you've made it this far. You'd look so bad if you still think about Bella. Inget, you hurt him, not him who hurts lo.” Niko got carried away upset to hear all the complaints Rangga is currently.

Rangga no longer answered. He pulled out a piece of paper and put it on the table. He left the paper open and Niko could read it.

Slowly Rangga leaned his head against the back of the rattan chair. He looked up at the dark night sky and as if preparing to collapse upon it. His lips began to mutter softly singing a song he had not yet finished making. Little by little he closed his eyes and saw the point of tears that were now dripping in the corner of his eyes.

“I Miss her...” Lirihnya in between the murmur of the song she sings.

Niko just looked at her best friend with pity. He took the paper on the table. Read carefully Rangga's writings. The content of the song was like telling Rangga's current feelings. The regret and fear of loss is so great that this man has difficulty breathing.

Niko just exhaled her rough breath. After his separation, only this time Rangga looks sorry. Unfortunately, he was late.

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Meanwhile, Amara was still staring at her phone screen. He reread the line of messages he sent to Rangga.

“Yang, where are you?”

Half an hour since the message was sent, Rangga has not returned the message.

“Hey, don’t you miss me? It's been 3x10 minutes and you haven't answered my message. Are you okay?” That was the second message sent by Amara along with a selfie of her who wore an anxious expression.

Amara decides to call Rangga, but turns out his phone is not active.

“Ga, I'm out in these clothes. I look like a cute hyena right? Raawrr...” Amara sends another message, along with a selfie that shows him wearing a sexy shirt with a exposed cleavage.

He is sure, if Rangga reads this message, Rangga will immediately contact him and ask where he is. He rushed her home with an anxious look.

Unfortunately, 4 hours had passed, Rangga did not give him any news. Bad thoughts began to permeate Amara's mind.

Could it be that Rangga is starting to not love her? Or is Rangga trying to get back closer to Bella? Are they meeting now? Is Bella lethally? Are they back? And what about him himself? What can he do to hold Rangga's hand and heart?

Those thoughts really ruled Amara. Amara admitted, he often makes trouble to attract the attention of Rangga. He just wanted Rangga's focus to be on him. He is often jealous just because he remembers that Rangga's treatment of Bella was much sweeter than Rangga's treatment of her. Rangga who is now with him, is no longer the Rangga he adored when with Bella. He lost that figure.

And at this time he really hopes Rangga contact him and nag him. They argued a little, got a little angry and ended up spending the night together on the same bed.

But it turns out that everything only exists in Amara's imagination. He is still at a nightclub. He held his breath in as a sturdy hand stroked his back erotically.

“Hey, you okay?…” Keith's voice whispered softly in his ear making Amara's passion as called.

Amara closed her eyes, she put her phone on the table while trying to shift her anxiety to Rangga.

“Ga, I need you but you don't even exist.” Whisper Amara's heart with a wistful.

Yes, he desperately needed Rangga at the moment. He needs his warm embrace, his gentle touch and his kiss. But Rangga was not on his side.

“Do you need something?” Again Keith whispered in Amara's ear very close. It was this great temptation that made Amara's hair bristle even more as Keith's rough mustache rubbed his ears.

Amara nodded, opening her eyes wide.

“Can you help me, pelase?” Reply Amara who smiled crazily.

His eyes looked pushy, staring at some of the bottles he had gulped. What he did then might be foolishness but he had no choice but to follow the desires in his heart. For him, this is Rangga's fault because there was nothing when he desperately needed the presence of his lover until finally he asked for help from other men.

“Anythings for you baby girl.” Keith wrapped his arms around Amara's neck. He saw clearly the sadness and desire that was implied from Amara's eyes.

In the kiss, Amara's shoulders and neck are small, making the breath of Amara sound heavy. Keith's hands began to swipe the surface of Amara's body erotically and Amara just closed her eyes.

“*I got you B**tch!” Keith's whisper while biting a small earlobe Amara.

Amara just gasped. I don't know why the word he used to hate when thrown by many men to his mother, it turns out that now he even enjoys it.

He enjoyed every form of intimidation Keith gave him. He enjoyed every gentle sweep that occasionally turned into a rough squeeze that Keith did on his body. It's crazy, he can't resist it.

A second later Amara was made intoxicated as Keith twisted his body and kissed him greedily. The man took Amara through a crowd of people dancing on the dance floor. They seemed to be indifferent to the many pairs of eyes that looked at them and smiled cynically.

Some of them cheered when they saw what Amara and Keith were doing. But they are just indifferent. They just want to enjoy what they started.

Keith took Amara into a dark room that became his favorite place. The room in all red and black with dim lights was then the place where Amara and Keith let go of his passion.

They don't care about anything anymore. A few moments later, the door was shut. The voices of Amara and Keith faintly sounded earthy with the sound of music thumping at the club.

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