Bella's Script
Vanilla milk VS chocolate milk

“Here brother?” ask the taxi driver who drove Bella home.

The man stopped the speed of his vehicle when it arrived at the intersection point according to the application on his phone screen. Pay attention to the surrounding conditions, because this is the entrance of a housing that looks quiet in the middle of the night like this.

“Iya. Here,” Bella is offering some cash to pay.

“Still brother.”

“Home brother next door, if still far I interrave.” Apparently the online taxi driver is worried about Bella who got off in a quiet place last night. More than a woman.

“Gue comes down here, the road is also sampe.” He smiled wryly while attaching headphones to his ear hole. Not long after the sound of music was heard. This was enough to keep him walking.

Bella did indeed accidentally get off at the entrance of the housing. He wants to go home snuggling so as not to wake up the filler. He was lazy to argue with Ozi about him coming home alone and this late.

Walking slowly on the sidewalk accompanied by Taylor Swift's voice singing Ready for it, Bella's sense of loneliness and silence was slightly treated.

Fill his head back to repeat the romance when he met with Rangga. Rangga who later was a little indifferent because he was busy with work and his life problems, making Bella had to sigh deeply and be patient because Rangga might just be busy and tired of his condition. Not really changed.

He remembered when Rangga was so sweet and often romantic. Maybe because in school their problems are just about the task piling up and the killer teacher. But right now, the problem isn't that simple. Too many problems in life that often make us tired. And Bella's trying to understand that.

“Tett tettt!” the sound of car horns blurted out Bella's sweet daydream. The smile that had previously expanded was now gone.

A little turned around and it felt like Bella knew the car that was now stopped next to her.

The car's glass came down and Devan's face appeared under the dim light.

“Fine.” He said without looking at Bella.

Bella was quite stunned. I don't know where this guy came from. He thought when he asked Devan to come home, maybe he had gone home and slept well. But apparently, this long-spirited man was now in front of him.

“Ngapain lo here? Didn't I tell you to come back first?” Bella looked at the man's face full of probes.

“Gue males denger lo fight same brother lo this late.” timpal Devan calmly.

Bella thinks. In his heart, Devan is still outside and can take him home. He finally decided to come.

Sitting beside Devan while occasionally paying attention to the cold man.

“Gue tagged because of force yes.” “BRUG!” he said the sound of the car door being closed hard.

“Seat belt.” Those two words are Devan's counterpart.

"Law Number 22 Year 2009 About Traffic and Road Transport Article 106 paragraph 6. Everyone who drives a four-wheeled motor vehicle or more on the road and passengers sitting next to him must wear a safety belt." Cerocos Bella cuts Devan's sentence.

“But devan sir, we're very close. At least four kilos doang.” Very lazy he wears a seatbelt that makes him feel constricted.

Without saying a word, Devan immediately pulled the seat belt across Bella's body and locked it on the right side of Bella's chair then returned to sitting quietly.

“ASTAGA!!!” Bella got aghast.

“Lo really want!!”

“Can't say excuse me first!”

“Pelan-pelan. Lo lewatin my body. If your hand,” the sentence stops with both hands covering his chest. Either he has to continue or he doesn't.

His breathing roared in annoyance mixed with shock. He noticed Devan's reaction, but his face remained flat.

“That's why don't you like it! I'm not a kid you knew a dozen years ago.” he said with a rough breath making his hair come flying. At most his face out the window and trying to adjust the rhythm of his breath to slow down.

From the reflection of the glass, he saw Devan's calm face and did not answer his protest. The man chose to drive his car on a straight road and turn to a yard whose gate was still open.

In front of the house, there was already Ozi waiting for him. When the car stopped, the man approached with a smile.

“Malem bang deck home.” Her broom while rubbing Bella's head.

“Hem, no work.” He had to lie to his brother a little.

“Godgings. Have you eaten?” tumben was not angry.

Bella just nodded slowly. Of course he ate. But Devan, he's not sure.

Bella enters first, after Ozi and Devan behind her. He then heard the conversation of the two men.

“Thanks brought bella. Must be really waiting for him long huh?”

Inaudible to Devan's answer, Bella believes the man is most just smiling. Wait, smile? What is her smile like now?

Bella's steps stopped. When he turned around, it turned out that the brother and Devan had already gone up first, but their voices were still heard.

The voice of Ozi's anxiety that came back he heard and made him smile. Ozi was always worried about him when he was an adult and could take care of himself.

The voices of the two men were no longer heard. Change the sound of the television containing the voice of the ball commentator.

Entering her room, Bella laid her body on the bed. His lips smiled as the shadow of Rangga's face was so close in his eye sockets. He touched his own lips when he remembered the warm kiss that Rangga gave him.

Again, he was devastated. He felt that Rangga had not changed. Only circumstances sometimes make them prejudiced.

“Woooo…. Goaaalll!!!” the commentator's voice on television again removed Rangga's shadow from Bella's eye window.

He changed his clothes and washed his face. It was so bad to take a shower in the middle of the night.

Finally, he decided to leave the room to make a warm drink. Not just one he made, but two glasses of warm milk. One chocolate and one vanilla. Yes, this vanilla milk he will give to Devan, as a form of thanks because the man came at the right time, so he does not need to argue with the brother.

And he should be grateful because Devan didn't say anything about going somewhere else.

Maybe this is one of the advantages of Devan who does not talk much.

After climbing the stairs that brought Bella to the 2nd floor of her house, Devan was sitting alone on the sofa watching the ball show. There was no meaningful expression even when one of the players managed to put the ball in his opponent's goal. Whether it's the team that Devan supports or his enemy. Clearly, his expression was flat. Doesn't look disappointed or happy.

“Tuk.” Bella puts a glass of milk in front of Devan.

“Make lo.” His word.

He sat down on the chair beside Devan, then sipped his chocolate milk while watching Devan's expression.

Devan didn't budge, glanced no. Bella looked around after putting her glass away. There was no sign that the brother was still awake. Her room light is dead which means Ozi is already asleep.

“Ehm!” Bella cleared her throat to attract Devan's attention . The man just glanced, leaning his body that was originally sitting more upright.

Like he was ready to listen to Bella's talk.

“Gue dateng don't want to chat.” Closer the milk glass to Devan.

“Just want to say thank you for not saying anything to brother.” He continued his words calmly.

“Emm, good too you don't have much to say. Regardless, because you are indifferent, do not care the same around you or because you do not want to interfere in my business. I still appreciate what you do.”

“Gue so sure that sometimes a little talk is better. But,”

Bella paused her sentence with a deep sigh, making Devan turn to her.

“Besok-tomorrow do not need to take care of yourself with nurutin all you want brother. I am a grown woman and can take care of myself. I'll always be fine. Hem?” emphatically.

Devan did not respond. He chose to turn his face and look back at the ball game while his brain began to think.

“Gue please understand. Thanks for today.” Imbuh Bella as she passed away. He did not wait for Devan's advice because the man would have been quiet.

Moments after Bella leaves, Devan's attention shifts to the glass of milk in front of her. His favorite vanilla milk that he has not tasted for a long time.

He smiled a little. Apparently Bella still remembers her favorite taste of milk.

“Sama-sama..” softly while playing the glass in front of him and then sip it slowly.

A sweet and warm taste filled his throat. The stomach, which was cold, is now warming. One, two to three sips and milk in the glass.

Tastes delicious. Like meeting back the first love that was lost. All that remains is a sense of comfort and warmth.

Slowly he laid his body. Put his arm over his forehead and start closing his eyes. The sound of television could not prevent his thoughts from moving into the past. The moment when a little girl came up to him and extended her hand,

“Bella,” said the girl. The girl smiled, showing her untidy rows of teeth as some had just grown.

“You're older brother, right? I'm bang Ozi's sister. Mamah said, during my stay at the market I play with you.” Cerocos the girl while continuing to extend her hand.

Unlike today, Devan was in the back garden playing a football in his hand.

“You want me to? I'm not whiny. You can eat alone, go to the toilet by yourself. If the lights are off, I don't cry. Just hide under the blanket. Hehehe..” he smiles cheerfully.

Devan just looked at him at that moment. It is too surprising there are SD children who invite him to talk very casually.

To this day, her smile is still the same.

While in the dining room, while at work and talking with his friends also shortly before he left his girlfriend. Everything is still the same. Yes, the smile was the same and still remembered by Devan.

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