Bella's Script
Terror
The ringing sound of the phone is currently the biggest enemy for Rangga. From his place he looked with frustration at his phone that did not stop ringing. He brushed his hair rough and bowed while cupping his face with both hands.
“AARRGGHH!!!” Shouting while standing up suddenly when he could no longer hold back his anger.
His hands clenched firmly with jaws that turned hard.
Over and over again he thought, the more he did not understand what Amara was thinking. What does it mean that she shared her photos with Bella first, long before she and Amara were in a relationship.
Doesn't he fear that this is bad for the project they are working on?
The feeling of being hunted, was very clear in Rangga's feeling.
The members of the media continued to contact and ask for an appointment for an exclusive interview with him. Until now Amara has not given any statement but his efforts to share photos of him and Bella in the past through others, making Rangga difficult to step.
A bad image now sticks to him as a self-destructive man, a social climber and of course an cheating man. He is in a position as an evil man who justifies all means to achieve his wishes.
Cheating, he did. He betrays Bella and chooses to play with Amara. But what is circulating at this time, Bella is the one who became his affair. What kind of crazy joke is this?
Remembering Bella, he wanted to contact the girl. How's things? Is he okay after being cornered by the cyberspace guys?
Rangga just looked at his phone. He let it ring until it stopped on its own.
One thing he does now, he goes out and searches for the nearest cell phone store. His appearance was heavily covered with hats, glasses and masks. He was sure, many people would recognize him so he chose to cover himself.
“Search what mobile kak?” asked a mobile phone shop waitress who Rangga came to.
Rangga did not answer, he only pointed to one of the phones in the storefront.
“Oh good. Payment want cash or credit?” The woman took the cellphone pointed at Rangga but his attention remained full of probes on the figure who tried to cover himself.
“If brother credit will get cash back and attractive prizes. We too,”
“Tuk tuk!” Rangga tapped on the window glass, where he put his debit card there.
The woman's efforts to prolong the conversation have stalled.
“Good brother, in a moment I made the invoice first.” Said the woman.
He approached one of his friends and whispered.
“Liathe people who wear hats, masks and glasses. How suspicious are you?” whispered the girl.
“Why did he threaten you?” His partner paid attention.
“No, only he's totally closed.”
“There's a chance to rob not?”
“Yes, serve first. There's a security guard up front who I'll tell you to get ready if there's any chance he'll escape.”
“Oh yes udaah. I love this invoice.” The servant came back to Rangga timidly.
“This is yes sis, the invoice. I permission to use his debit card yaa.” He took Rangga's debit card from the top of the storefront and Rangga just nodded.
Transactions are made and Rangga completes them quickly. He wanted to get out of here, he knew the whole room was watching him.
“The transaction is done yes brother and this is debit card brother.”
“We also provide warranty card, so if there is a problem with his phone brother can come back here again.”
“Warranty card will be written on whose behalf?”
“No need.” That's the only thing Rangga said.
He picked up his phone and debit card quickly. Then just leave without saying anything.
“Ba-good brother..” The girl sat listlessly. Rangga's voice really made him stunned in shock.
“Why?” Some of his friends approached.
“He's a criminal what mafia? How closed really?” one of the women wondered and asked.
“Nknow. But from his voice I'm sure he's handsome. My heart is until lemes.”
“Oh yaa.. Duh I became curious. Later see on CCTV akh.” They were even fascinated by that mysterious figure that had already left.
Back to the apartment and Rangga has bought a new phone complete with his sim card. It didn't take long until he could use the phone. One direct number he called, a number that was always stored firmly in his memory.
“Hayoowww, *B*ella’s speaking!”
“I'm sorry, I'm no longer in place. If you have a message, please leave it in the mailbox after the beep. Have a nice day.”.
Once the voice of the answering machine that finally made Rangga bowed lethargic. He leaned his body on the sofa and raised his head to the ceiling of his house.
“Where is Bell?” muttered Rangga with no care.
Really, he was very worried about Bella at the moment.
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