Bella's Script
Bella's Script

Bella POV

Married, is one of the wishlists in my script. I believe I am one of the most women who define the earnestness of a man's love by being given the honorary title of a wife. Appreciated its existence, loved wholeheartedly and of course considered religiously lawful.

Maybe I was too naive to mention marriage was one of the wishlists I wrote in my life script but it's about a principle. Being happy without marriage can be but I feel perfect as a Woman when my partner gives me a decent position and keeps my honor in a marriage.

And it happened today.

In my room that was conjured into her bridal room, I still finished my makeup. I was accompanied by an Inca who was still in the bathroom to clean her body and a make up artist my acquaintance helped me to polish my face a little so as not to be too pale and slightly colored.

“So here, enough.” My brother Kemala will add a lipstick to my lips.

I looked at my face in the mirror and it felt like I felt enough. Soft minimalist Korean style. Although it seems not to wear makeup but I know, this requires a god-level skill. Haha.. I heard the term from the Inca.

“Lo sure.. I got a little bit more on his lips.” The lipstick brush is in front of my face.

“No need to brother, I already feel that my lips are really slashed anjirr.” My peek.

“Hahahaha.. Lo unusual make up so kayak perasa.” The woman chuckled beside me.

Yes, besides if there is an important event, I rarely dress up. Not because I don't want to but because my skills are not qualified and I don't like to damage what I've made in earnest.

It would be sad when in the morning I wake up and rush to make up, if not in touch up during the day, it will look not flawless again then in the afternoon I have to remove it, for me it is too difficult.

Although I admit, beautifying yourself is one of happiness but not feeling tied up in a make up is a calm for me. Again, this is my choice. Not something to argue about, hehehe…

In response to Kak Kemala's words, I just smiled a little. I admit Kak Kemala's skill is very good. With this thin make up she was able to cover the acne scars on my chin that a while ago were still visible.

“Lo beautiful Bell. Manglingin really.” I heard his praise very sincerely.

“Buseeeett nose I fly kak.” I pretended to catch my nose in the air.

“Hahahaha. Still a little kayak first.” Kemala is still laughing.

I smiled a little. I have to admit, I look different than usual.

“Weehhh…. Cakep actually..” The Bawel Inka has come out of the bathroom.

He came up to me and put his chin on my shoulder.

“Gilaaa.. Ck ck ck. Cheek on his cheek can?” He still mocked me.

“Whispering lo! Hunting clothes, lo make up turn tuh.” I nudged his arm away. Her body felt cold when she met my skin.

“Iyaaaa. There's only half an hour left. Mending focus on you aja deh.”

“Udah brother, help him use kebaya aja. Tar wrong masang buttons again, people usually he wear t-shirts oblong.”

“Eehhh ngebales lo ya..” Ku acungi bogem the boy but he instead chuckles.

“Truly do you make up yourself?” Kemala tried to convince.

“Iyaaa akh elah. Tibang use powder ama lipen doang mah I can. If it is too beautiful, it could be that Bima suddenly did not marry me as well. I'm not ready yet. Not yet the same stretch not hundred. Repot laterii.” This bawel is indeed a nyerocos hobby.

“Ahahahaha pede very lo!” Ledek Kak Kemala made us laugh.

“Udah hunted change clothes. I'm sorry you later.”

“Iyakk.. Iyaaa.. Help me out kak.” I'd just say the same with this baffle.

The kebaya made by mamah has started wearing. It's Mamah herself who designed it when I said I was going to marry Devan. Until last night this kebaya is still in the mamah room. I heard Mamah crying over this kebaya. I cried happily because I was finally getting married.

Heem…. Mamma.. Mom is the best.

Seeing the bead sparkle in some parts of the modern kebaya made by mamah, it reminds me that this kebaya is filled with effort and hard work mamah and do’a that he intertwined during the completion of this outfit. He often broke.

My chest immediately felt tight when I realized that I was going to get married when I could not make my mother happy.

“There is no greatest happiness for a mother other than seeing her children happy.” I was always stunned when I remembered that one remark.

“Heeyy, why daydream?” Inka suddenly nudged me.

Oh my God, I didn't realize that this kebaya was finished. I saw my reflection in the mirror with suddenly teary eyes.

“Sorry...” Lirihku while raising my head. There is a feeling of tightness that makes me have to try to hold back so that tears do not make the effort Kemala in vain.

“Inget, I told you, it's a happy day. You just need to smile, not termhek-mehek.” Even though I kept crying, the Inca gave me a piece of tissue.

“Iyaaaa. Well, cry it out quite first. Later this Park Min Young-style makeup fade, repot again lo.” The Inca helped me wipe my tears slowly.

“Iyaaakk.” I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, so it felt more relieved.

“Okey, sit down first. I dandan bentar, sat set sat set doang.” Inka put me back in front of the mirror.

*****

In 10 minutes, Bella had to leave her room. From his place he heard a rowdy voice in front that was dominated by Mella's voice.

“Waahh handsome future husband Bella. Aduuhh gemeess really.” This is what Bella sounds like.

“It looks like Devan has nyampe. I'm out for a minute.” The Inca realized the same thing.

Bella just nodded, in her hand she squeezed the tissue out of nervousness. The closer he gets to confirming his love for Devan.

Not long after, someone entered his room. It was none other than Ozi.

“Tok Tok!” He said with a normal smile.

“Abaaang's chat.. Where are you going? Devan has arrived, huh?” Bella immediately welcomed her sister.

“Iyaaa, already in front. Again chat with penghulu.” Ozi chose to sit next to Bella and look at her sister's face from the reflection of the glass.

“I'm so cute.” Praise her with teary eyes.

“Issh what the hell lo! Don't usually you muji me.” Bella elbowed her sister on purpose. Shame also in praise Ozi suddenly.

Ozi just smiled. He grabs Bella's hand which grips each other in nervousness. As Ozi grasped it, she could feel the coldness of Bella's hand.

“Still yes.. You want to fulfill my request. I'm really grateful to still be your guardian today.” His voice sounded trembling withstanding the cries. Bella knew Ozi was trying not to make her cry.

“After this, I will give you to the man you love. The man may not be perfect but I know, he loves you sincerely. His love is big for lo.”

“And you also have to know, even though you have become Devan's wife, unfortunately I will not change the deck. Lo will always be my little sister who I will always take care of and protect from anything.”

“Blessed.. Not for anyone, but make your own.” Ozi bowed after finishing his sentence. His efforts to hold back tears failed. She cried in front of Bella.

“Abang...” Bella brings Ozi into her arms.

“Gue marriage is not for ninggalin lo.” Bella's voice was shaking.

“Lo will always be my best brother. I'll always need you for anything small. Therefore, we both fight bang.”

“Lo must be strong, you must be healed. I also want to enjoy happy kayak lo, menggeliat my brother married a woman who lo love and live happily with a small family lo.”

“Inget, after no papah, we have promised that we will take care of each other, forever until we age.” Bella's words were choked.

Ozi nodded in Bella's arms. He broke his arms from Bella and looked at her beautiful face.

“Gue will strive to heal. Yes, I promise.” Ozi firmly gripped Bella's shoulder tightly.

“Hem... I believe in lo. I'm going to nemenin you through all that scary pain though.”

Ozi is definitely.

“Thanks. I love you dek.” Sluggishly. Bella's forehead pecked gently with the accompaniment do’a which she expressed sincerely from the bottom of the heart for Bella's happiness.

Bella closed her eyes, feeling the overflowing affection of her sister. He hoped that this feeling would always be there forever.

*****

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