Bella's Script
Professionalities

Working professionally with a partner is not easy especially when we have personal problems with partners and colleagues. This is what Rangga feels right now.

Since arriving on the set, Amara has continued to act coldly towards her. When Rangga asked, he often ignored him. Rangga thought, after last night, who exactly should be angry? That question kept popping up in Rangga's mind.

He saw Amara putting on makeup in front of a mirror while he sat on the sofa waiting for his turn to take. He tried to focus on the script he was reading even though Amara's attitude really disturbed his mind.

“Ra, which shirt would you like? This dress wants?” Fresh Lisa, showing a dress still hanging in the hanger. Dress patterned with small flowers that look suitable if worn by Amara who has a tall body.

Amara glanced at the little shirt Lisa showed off from the reflection of the glass.

“Gue don't like the color. The material also makes sultry.” Reject Amara who continued to polish her face with solid powder.

“What is it?” Lisa showed me another shirt and Amara just glared no like it.

“The rope makes a gatel. Do you know that my skin is sensitive as the same semi-skin material?” Amara refused again.

“Ya already, you choose yourself which one.” Lisa surrender. He pushed the shelf where he displayed the clothes prepared for Amara in front of the girl. Sometimes Amara's wishes are hard to guess.

Amara turned her chair and looked at the clothes in front of her.

“Try the one.” Appoint Amara on a light ash mini dress.

Lisa brought it to Amara. “Lo cobain first.” His word.

With lazy Amara moved. He changed his clothes in the dressing room. But not long after his voice was heard,

“Mba, help me. Zippers are hard.” Shouted Amara from the dressing room.

“Iya, bentar.” Lisa approached while bringing some other clothes to try Amara.

Lisa saw Amara already wearing the mini dress but the zipper was still open.

“ This is size lo Ra. Try holding your breath.” Pinta Lisa pulls the zipper up.

Amara held her breath for a while and Lisa kept pulling the zipper up. But only until the middle of Amara's back, the zipper can not go up again. The distance of both sides of the zipper is too tenuous.

“Kok not fit huh? Though this will still enter the usual lo size.” Lisa checks the label near reslieting and the size is indeed Amara's size.

“Try measuring first lo.” waist circumference Lisa took the initiative to take a folding meter to measure Amara's waistline.

"Look at your hand."

Amara complies with Lisa's orders.

“Add 3 Cents Ra. You fatten it up like.” Lisa. He also moved to measure the circumference of Amara's arm.

“This is also added, almost 1 centimeter. You eat a lot of malem now? Lo's stomach is also a bit distended.” Lisa Protest.

Amara then looked at her slightly distended stomach. It doesn't feel good to see.

“Yes, if the night is now I often laper. Hence out to find food.”

Amara deliberately raised her voice in that part to make Rangga's earlobes tapered and forced to listen to the conversation of the two women.

“Lo eat white rice. Even though I have stocked oats with apples in the refrigerator, why do you eat another?” Lisa Protest. His blood pressure was always going up if he knew Amara was starting to disobey.

“Whisper lo ya!” Suddenly, Amara pushes Lisa away.

“Emang why if I'm fat? Buying new clothes is hard. Don't use your money too!” Amara's emotions suddenly lured. He spoke quickly and in a row.

“Lo sensi is very Ra. Your own feelings that I tell ngingetin if you forget to regulate your diet or body shape you change.” Lisa was upset. He put the meter in his hand.

Since morning Amara has been acting. Starting from not wanting to go with Rangga because it is marahan and ask Lisa who picked up even though she had bad luck. Then muter-muter Jakarta to find his favorite chicken porridge. Just to the location he had told Lisa to buy cristal guava which was given chili powder. And now, it's the shirt problem that makes Lisa emotional.

Aaaarrgghhh today Amara really makes Lisa tired even though it's only half a day running.

Hearing Lisa's speech, Amara did not answer. She just passed away and sat back at her dresser. Rangga then watched Amara. The girl no longer argued over Lisa but instead cried.

The concentration of Rangga was completely broken. He put the script and approached Amara. He pulled out a chair and sat facing Amara.

“You why the hell Ra?” He looked at Amara sharply.

“We have a problem again, but please be professional when at work. Don't ruin the mood and mood of people around.” Rangga continued without releasing his gaze from Amara.

“Iyaaa.” Sahut Amara wiped her tears.

Seeing Amara who suddenly like this, Lisa was so unbearable. After getting to know Amara for a few months, only this time he saw Amara crying because of their debate. Though Amara is not someone who is easy to conquer when arguing.

“Ra, I'm sorry if you offended my attitude.” Lisa approached Amara and stood behind her.

“Gue does not mean nyakinin lo. Just sometimes, you are too childish and unreasonable. Lo is too cool. Honestly, sometimes I'm tired of the same kind of attitude you think I have." Lisa is what she is.

He breathed his coarse breath when he saw the sobbing Amara.

“Raa,, Udah dong.."

"Rangga's right, you can have personal problems. But at work, please.. Show your professionalism. Not only are you dizzy, we are all the same. I have personal problems myself. I think I'm sick. My man is in debt because of online gambling, my son is having trouble eating. Mana ART suddenly asked to stop. Dizziness me Ra. But I try to be professional at work.”

“So please, appreciate the effort of all of us.” Lisa begged Amara.

Amara did not answer. He chose to move from his place and took the clothes that had been shown by Lisa and he had refused. He went into the dressing room without speaking.

“Jeez Ranggaaaa, Girlfriend you really make me dizzy!” Grunts Lisa. Slowly but full of emphasis.His teeth until grinding and his hands clenched in anxiety.

If only Amara was a child, he might have sentil.

“Sorry mba.” Only sorry can be said Rangga. He understood Lisa's frustration. But now he can only rub his face rough and pensive. I don't know what really happened to Amara.

Last night when Amara was able to talk, the girl said,

“I'm just fulfilling Nadine's invitation to dinner. Keith couldn't get me home because I didn't bring a car. And as for Keith's gesture with me, it's just normal. It means nothing at all because I don't have any feelings for Keith. Is that enough?” That's what Amara explained last night.

The girl looked exhausted just from arguing long enough with her. The mood is really up and down.

And since last night, Amara silenced her. He even asked Rangga to go home and did not want to meet for now.

“Bro, dialed tuh sama bang Devan. Be told to prepare because it's your turn to take!” The voice of one of the crew suddenly disperse the daydream of Rangga.

“Okey, we wait yes, don't be long.” The man's timpal then passed away.

Rangga moved from his place. He tidied up his appearance that was ready to take. He took back the script he had read.

Not long after, Amara came out of the dressing room. She looks beautiful as always.

“Udah ready or still need touch up?” Tanya Rangga tried to neutralize the situation. Just give up for now instead of getting run down.

“Iya, I'm ready.” Amara replied, sighing deeply and then exhaling. He tried to calm himself.

“Enjoy ya Ra. Our problem is not to be missed first. Now show first the quality of work lo.” Lisa tried to calm down.

Amara just nodded then took the script and walked out of the room first.

***

In a different place, the Inca is still preparing the setting for the scene to be taken. He accompanied Bella who helped arrange the flowers, turning the indoor room into a cafe that was arranged aesthetically with various effects that he created.

Inca looked at Bella who seemed to enjoy her work. In addition to writing, arranging the room is Bella's expertise.

"Belsky, what good curtains are you in here?" Ask Inca while in front of a large window that is too plain.

Bella turned to the Inca.

"Wooden Venetian Blinds ⁇ I think it fits. The lighting will be requested from there." Show Bella at one corner.

"Good idea." The enthusiastic Inka. He immediately brought a curtain that was ready to install to cover the window.

"Bell, by the way, have you heard from Bima? Still not transfusion now?" The Inca remembered Ozi. He did not meet Ozi in person yesterday.

"The last Wednesday was about 8 o'clock. The doctor asked to re-check the lab, hopefully the results are good." Bella was also anxious considering she was waiting for news of her brother from Saras.

"Later in the afternoon, I can't go to the hospital." Inka immediately approached Bella and then wrapped her hands in Bella's arms.

"Boleehh kaann? Yes, yes, yes?" He wrestled spoiled on Bella's arm and occasionally leaned on her sturdy shoulder.

"Can. Don't be offended by your brother's attitude. Maybe he'll be cold. He's always the same as the opposite sex." Bella reminds the Inca. He did not want his best friend heartbroken and sobbing like when he suddenly came home from his home the other day.

"No. My mentality is stronger now. After all, love has to be fought. Aye right? You want to be with me?" Inka looked at Bella expectantly.

"Yes." Yeah." Bella's leg is short.

"That's dong. If so, I give as many opportunities as possible for the same deket mas Bima. I'll always try to be there for him, like someone who's always there for you." Said the Inca while glancing at someone over there.

Bella only shook her head but then her eyes came to glance at the direction the Inca were referring to. Apparently what his best friend meant was Devan who was directing the players. The man looked seriously directing the players.

"Oh yes Bell, how could Ibra know the same mas Bima? Have they met, have they?" Inka returned with curiosity. Especially when Ibra is so ready to donate blood without thinking.

Hearing the Inca's question, Bella distracts him from Devan. He looked at a flower in his hand that he was swirling around.

"He, my grandfather." Bella said with ease.

"HUH?!" But not that relaxed with the Inca.

"Trangs!!" So shocked Inca to drop the screwdriver on the table beside her.

"Where, how was that? Ibra adek lo? Aren't you just the same as Bima?" Inka to scratch his ears, worried about mishearing.

Bella nodded slowly. He sat on the side of the window wide.

He breathed in deep. Smile at the Inca. As he expected, people would be surprised to hear this including the Inca. But somehow his feelings even become more relieved when admitting who Ibra really is.

"He's my third son." Bella kept trying to smile.

The Inca did not stop. He prefers to sit next to Bella and stare at the girl with an expression that cannot be explained. In her hand, Bella tightly.

"So he's the same position as me?" Ask the curious Inka.

"Yes." Yeah." Bella was short and looked at her hand held by the Inca. Warm and soothing.

"What feels better?" Inka is very curious about Bella's feelings because it's possible that her three brothers also feel the same way with Bella.

"Much better, Ka." I'm Bella, exhaling her breath slowly.

"I used to be afraid that people would know who Ibra was. I'm afraid people are asking, how could Ibra be my sister." Bella paused her sentence by picking up another flower.

"Gue didn't hate Ibra but when I saw the boy I saw a lot of sadness and mistakes that shouldn't have happened in my life. He came in when I expected the perfect script in my life without anyone getting hurt or hurt in it."

"But then I realized, the people who are present in my life without my ever guessing are the people sent by God so that my life path is more colorful. Sadness is not always black, happiness and love are not always pink. And those people are the other colors that make me realize that I should be happy because I can see a lot of colors in my life and maybe not everyone is natural."

Bella looked at the Inca with sadness.

"Ibra is one of the people who makes me feel that smiling is not always because we are happy and crying is not always because we are sad." Bella put together two flower stalks in her hand and then she kissed gently.

Suddenly the Inca approached and hugged Bella from the side. He placed his chin on Bella's shoulder and then slightly turned his best friend.

"Why don't you share this feeling with me Bell? Maybe that way, I can understand a little of my brother's feelings? Maybe I could be one of the reasons they cry, but not because they're sad." Ogre Inka.

He loved his three brothers very much, but they hated him. I think he wants to go back to the old days. The time when he was only known as the adopted son of a parlour. That way, wouldn't they hate the Inca?

"Because it takes readiness and courage, Ka. Not only is the readiness and courage to accept someone unexpected in our lives but the readiness and courage to accept that we are hurt, we are disappointed and we are angry but actually we love him. For me, it's a lot harder than denying everything." Bella's light is real.

The Inca no longer chimed in, she just stared fixedly at Bella. He tried to digest what Bella said. One thing he can tell, Bella has made him see the presence of someone from another point of view.

Then, can her three sisters have the same thoughts as Bella and accept her presence?

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