Bella's Script
Families

“Pah, eat yuk...” Said Inca when entering a master room in this luxury house.

He approached the father, who was lying on his bed, looking at some of the photos in his family photo album.

The man only smiled as the Inca sat beside him and put food on the table.

“Papah again see whose photos?” Inca slightly peeked at the photo that was gently wiped by the father.

“Photo of you with your brothers.” Wibisono said with teary eyes.

Inka so look at the photo he as a child. Photo of 3 boys with 1 girl who were going around a birthday cake. The four smiled cheerfully at the camera. Inca remembers exactly the photo was taken when he had his 6th birthday.

All three of her sisters were seen laughing happily celebrating the Inca's birthday. The Incas felt their true affection until that day. But it all ended when a woman came to their house. The woman looked chaotic in shabby and dirty clothes. In his hand he carried a gift with a gift paper with a picture of Donald duck.

The woman thrust her card at the Inca. “Happy birthday boy.” The woman who looked at the Inca with sadness.

Inka was stunned to see the tearful gaze that was fixed on her. The face that was deathly pale and harbored a lot of sadness was still clearly depicted in the Inca eye pelupuk.

“Whose mother?” Ask the curious Inka. He took one step back to hide behind his brother, Andra.

The woman just crying made the Inca confused.

“Sorry sir, I've held him. But this woman insisted on entering. Come out!” Pull the security officer who pulled the woman's hand forcefully until her body jerked.

“I beg you not sir, I just want to give you this gift. Can you mas?” Asked the woman who was now staring at Wibisono.

All eyes are now on Wibisono, the father of these 4 children.

“You know him?” Tanya Indah, wife of Wibisono.

“No. Take him out!” Quickly Wibisono turned his face away from those who looked at him especially the wife.

Security guards took the woman out, half dragging her despite the woman's rebellion.

"This is me. I just wanted to see him. Please give me a chance." Shouted the woman.

"Make that woman out!" Show Wibisono with a dead red face.

The woman could only cry as she stared at the Inca from a distance.

“Who is that woman?” Thought the Inca who only dared to hide behind the body of the brother who protected him.

The birthday party just ended. The atmosphere of the house suddenly tense. Unlike usual, after the event was over Wibisono went straight to his room. Inka and her three brothers were told to go into the room. There is no storytelling event that is usually done by the mama as a sleep introduction.

The Inca sat alone in her room. He wondered in his heart, who exactly was the woman who had come? Why does it feel familiar.

“Dek! Here out!” Call Andra, the eldest brother.

“What's up brother?” The Inca pegged in place, while the flash of lightning out there was like adding to the tense gaze of the older brother who looked at him with anxiety.

“Cute sister.” The 14-year-old pulled the Inca's hand.

“Tonight, you slept in sister's room ya.” Take him and hold the Inca's hand.

“I-Yes. But don't you tell me, brother?” The Inca still tried to ask.

"Shhhh..." It was Arfan who then hissed asking that the Inca be quiet.

The four of them walked quickly to Andra's room.

When they reached the front of his parents' room, there was a beautiful voice shouting.

“So all this time you hid it from me mas?! Huh, yes?!” Beautiful screams were heard until the exit of the room door.

The four children were shocked.

“Kak, mom why?” Ask Leon, Inca's second brother.

“Kakak also don't know.” Sahut Andra who actually had heard the quarrel of his parents since earlier.

“Kak, I want to see mamah.” The Inka whine worried about her mother.

“Don't Deck, We're here aja. don't interfere in the affairs of parents.” Andra held her hand.

“Today you lied to me. You persuaded me to adopt a child from the orphanage because you felt our house was quiet without any whining of girls.”

“I obey. And it turns out what you did. You just want to bring in the child of your dark relationship. Is it mas?!” Beautiful jerks with trembling sounds mixed with cries full of disappointment.

After that a sudden quiet voice. The three children outside the room were trying to digest the beautiful speech. Andra realized it first. The tiny hand that he had once held now he let go. He walked back away from the terrified Inca.

“Kakak...” Whine Inka on his three brothers.

“Do not approach.” Andra quickly said that.

"Sister..." The Inca pecked in place with whining and crying. But Andra and her two younger siblings simply ignored the Inca.  He chose to leave the Incas, who were crying alone in front of their parents' room.

And since that night, everything changed. Inka no longer received the attention of her three brothers. They were hostile to the Inca and hated it very much. Especially after Indah died, the presence of the Inca was like a problem that they should avoid.

Like today, to meet the Inca father had to be quiet. He was forced to live outside this house just to avoid a fight with his three brothers. And all this has been going on for over 20 years.

“Im sorry papah yes son. Papah can never be fair to you. Papah also can not defend you in front of your brothers.” Wibisono was grieved in front of the Inca. Her tears were breaking down on the surface of her face that was no longer young.

He knows very well the difficulties of the princess only wayangnya. To come to this house alone he had to wait for his three brothers to come out of the house. He really has no place in this house.

“Pah,..” Inca tightened the hand grip of the father. His chest always felt tight whenever he remembered the incident.

In the kiss of Wibisono's hand gently rubbed Wibisono tears with affection.

“Papah don't have much thought. I'm doing fine. What matters now, papah cepet healed. Healthy again. We can play golf again. Hemh?” Entertain Inka who tried her hardest to hold back her tears.

Wibisono only looked at him guiltily.

“Feeding ya. Papah should take medicine. I'll make papah's favorite juice. Okay?” The Inca fed a spoonful of food to Wibisono's mouth.

“Aaaa..” He said in a trembling voice.

Wibisono opened his mouth and bribed the food his daughter gave him. He chewed his food with tears.

“Papah do not cry, later the soup becomes salty. That's not good for health.” The Inca tried to entertain.

Wibisono tried to smile but still his tears flowed.

“Master, non, excuse me.” The voice of the butler was clearly heard at the entrance.

“Iya bu Ratni.” The girl immediately looked over.

“Anu non, sir sorry I want to tell you. Den Andra is already on his way home.” He said hesitantly.

“Oh, yes. Thanks yes bu.” The Inca still tried to smile.

After Ms Ratni's departure, the Inca looked at the rice on her lap. Just one of these feeds fed Wibisono.

“Pah, can I finish first nyuapin papah? After Papah takes the medicine, I'll be gone soon. If you go home, I promise I won't fight it. Can ya pah?” Pinta Inka with great hope.

Wibisono looked sadly at the Inca. Due to his weak body remaining stroke, he could not do his duty to defend the princess in front of her brothers. He could only cry in his heart whenever he saw the Inca being treated arbitrarily by his three brothers, especially Andra.

Of his three older brothers, the ones who live in this house are Andra and Leon. Andra was more dominant and showed strongly that he did not like the Inca. Leon, meanwhile, can only follow his brother's orders not to get close to the Inca. There is another Arfan, his third brother who now lives abroad. He tended to be more indifferent to the existence of the Inca. He considered the Inca to have never existed and every met as if he had not seen it. Yes, that's the attitude of the three Inca sisters at the moment.

Wibisono nodded slowly making the Inca smile small. The Inca fed again, again and again until there were a few more mouthfuls left.

“Pah, I have contacted papah heart doctor, he said before the action, papah must be hospitalized about 2 days. To make sure everything is good.” The Inca filled the silence in this room with chatter.

“Emhh, Can you not if papah does not need to be operated? It feels papah already tired of taking medicine and in the act of various.” Wibisono seemed to be sighing deeply.

“But later papah can be crowded again. I don't want to see papah in the ICU room for long anymore. I promise, I will definitely stay in the hospital. But not in the ICU.” room Persuade Inca.

Wibisono smiled slightly, he rubbed the Inca's head gently.

“Papah is tired son. Papah just wants to rest. Can?” Wibisono clasped the Inca's hand tightly while looking at him softly. He asked her seriously.

Inka just fell silent. He can't decide. More than that, he is not ready if he has to lose the only life support he has at this time.

*****

In a different place there were now 2 people who were looking at Ibra with shock. Unexpectedly the teenager came to Bella's house with two bottles of coffee that he concocted himself along with a snack that Bella usually enjoyed in the cafe.

“Gosh. Shit.” Ozi rubbed his face as he stared at Ibra.

While Saras still covered his mouth in disbelief as he looked at Ibra who was trying to smile before him.

“Gue thought, I doang like the results of a bokap face scan, it turns out there is a copy of his paste.” Ozi muttered in disbelief when she saw Ibra's face so similar to her father's.

Ibra was still trying to regulate his breathing after his heart felt like it was going to be dislodged when Saras opened the door for him. The woman looked at him with tears in her eyes. It may be like looking back at the face of a husband who has been gone for a long time.

Ibra grabbed Saras' hand and the woman looked trembling. He let his hands be kissed respectfully by Ibra while his eyes could not escape this tall and thin figure.

Out of nowhere this courage came to make Ibra step foot into this house. Acacia Street number 18, the address bella once mentioned.

Perhaps due to the worry caused by these few days he did not see Bella visit his cafe after their conversation the other day.

“Who is your name nak?” Ask Saras slowly. Gentle, make Ibra's heart rustle.

He thought that maybe Saras and Ozi would reject his presence after he saw how Bella had behaved towards him all along. But apparently, he met good people. Who would accept his presence even told him to sit facing the family photo on the wall.

The father's face was there and he was smiling at her.

“Ibra, aunt. Ibra Fauzi.” Ibra slowly.

Saras was stunned when she heard her husband's name being the teenage surname in front of her, as were Ozi and Bella.

“How old are you son?” Again the woman asked with a trembling voice holding back the cry.

“Front month 18 year aunt.” Ibra again replied once and then glanced at Ozi who was still looking at him.

Saras gave a small smile with her teary eyes. Once he rubbed his chest gently as he imagined how old this child was when left behind by his parents. Too small to lose a big one.

And apparently for quite a while, her late husband hid his relationship with the woman. For some reason there was pain and relief coming together towards the recesses of Saras' heart.

“I'm sorry that I was so excited to come to this house. I want to make sure that Bella's sister is okay. It's been a few days since Bella didn't come to cafe.” Ibra's light broke the silence between them.

Saras just nodded while smiling. Not long after, Bella came with water and small meals and put them on the table.

He glanced at the smiling Ibra when he saw her coming.

“Bella is fine. Here son.” Saras patted the spot next to him for Bella to sit down.

Without hesitation Bella sat down beside Saras. He saw quite a lot of Ibra's food and all her favorite foods and drinks in the cafe.

“Ngapain lo bring a lot of food?” Ask Bella. If calculated certainly not a little money that Ibra must spend for these foods and drinks.

“Adekk…. Ssstt..” Saras shocked himself by the way Bella spoke to Ibra.

“Hehehe.. No aunt, I'm used to talking like Bella. Brother, this is a gift for you, aunt Saras same brother Bima as well. Good news kak?” Ibra's courage has been gathered so that he can speak this much.

Although Bella can see, the child's hands are clenched, holding the edge of his pants to dampen his trembling to meet Mamah and his brother.

“ozi. I'm regular on call Ozi.” Ozi immediately clarified his call without taking his eyes off Ibra. Only the Inca called him by that name and he did not protest.

“Oh yes, Brother Ozi.” Ibra.

“Ab..” Ozi opened his mouth again.

“Abang, Bella used to call her brother Ozi.” This time Saras straightened it. He just rubbed the back of the child so as not to be too high tone of speech to Ibra.

“Oh, yes aunt. Sorry I didn't know.” Ibra leaned over, looking very awkward in the middle of this family.

Just look at the eyes of Ozi who can not be separated staring at him.

Their first meeting today only addressed the issue of calling each other. There has been no more introductions in this condition.

“Tante, next time I can play here again?” I was afraid Ibra asked.

Saras seemed to sigh deeply and exhale slowly with a smile.

“Ya, sure.” Legally.

Ibra nodded. One good step began to approach the family of the father. For some reason, he had the courage to look at the photo of his father who was looking at him.

"Bah, Ibra's here. Meet sister Bella, bang Ozi and aunt Saras. Did you see it?" Ibra's mind with bated breath while looking at the photo of the father that makes it tight.

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