Bella's Script
When will return

Go home, according to Ozi's advice, the Inca complied.

An apartment on the 4th floor was Inca lived for a long time. He lived alone, separated from his father. He lived alone in a luxurious apartment with three empty rooms and only one that he occupied.

Like this is the condition of the house that he headed to go home every day. Empty, arid, nothing else fills it but some fancy furniture to fulfill it.

Again, for the Inca this was not a house. He just felt lonely every time he entered this room. There was no sound of laughter, joking let alone the question of how this day he passed. Only the air that filled this room was mixed with the smell of the perfume of the room.

Many times she cried alone when she woke up from her nightmares but got better on her own without anyone helping to calm her down. All he did alone.

Aakkhh. He wanted to have a party every day at his house to keep it crowded.

As of this moment, the desolate atmosphere was so domineering. He chose to remain silent on the balcony while the sound of the television he deliberately made as loud as possible in order to accompany him. The feeling is a little better when looking at the hustle and bustle of Jakarta that is never really quiet.

A cup of chamomile tea became a friend of the Inca enjoy the night view filled with night lights from the towering Building and passing vehicles.

A sip of tea back he enjoyed while remembering his conversation with Ozi earlier.

“Lo not coming home?” Ozi's question once again dawned on the Inka that Bella's family was not home to her.

Though he really hopes to have a place in the family, so Saras' adopted son does not matter to him.

Yes, the Inca longed for the warmth of a mother.

In the past, when the Inca knew who his birth mother was, he had thought that he would come with his mother. Especially when he was growing up and he felt that the attitude of his three brothers was increasingly unfriendly. Not only with words, Andra had even physically hurt her.

The pain of Andra's slap was not only on her cheek but also on her heart.

Unfortunately, the figure of the mother he will follow is not found until now. The woman disappeared like she was swallowed by the earth. The few clues he had always made the Inca finally had to give up halfway. Until then he meets Bella, introducing her to Saras and Ozi. It was like getting a new family.

Once an Inca high fever. He was alone in the apartment and could not go anywhere. But then Saras comes with Bella escorted by Ozi. Ozi carried him on his back, taking the Inca to a nearby hospital. Only then did he feel worried about others.

For a few days Saras and Bella took care of it while sick. Like a mother and sister who love him for no reason. Inka touched. He cried a mouthful, not because of his fever that did not go down but because of the presence of Saras and Bella at such a good time.

If then he expected the Bella family to be his family, would it be wrong?

“Tring!” A message came in and broke the Inca reverie.

Inka immediately wiped her tears that involuntarily dripped. He saw the phone that was in his pocket.

“I want to tell you that tomorrow Mr. Andra will go out of town. Big master wishes miss could come to home.”

As soon as the contents of the message received by the Inca through the waiter at his house.

In order to avoid debate, this was all the Inca could do. Whenever the Inca wanted to go to his papal house, he had to wait for news from the servant first. If everything is safe, then he can go there.

“Yes, thanks bikk.. Same with papah, tomorrow I go there.” Reply Inca with a feeling of nelangsa.

I don't know when it'll be like this. Feeling alien from his own family that he could never approach.

In the sip back the tea that is still left in the cup. Then get ready to close the door and clean things up and go back to the room.

Arriving in the room, the atmosphere became more and more quiet. He chose to sleep but his steps stopped when he saw the brown envelope given by Wibisono that he had not been able to open.

He picked up the envelope and sat down on the edge of the bed. Intrigued by its contents, the Inca decided to open it.

Apparently the envelope contained several secret sheets of paper containing evidence of stock purchases. Inca read it carefully, the content is a statement that the Inca is currently the largest shareholder of PH owned by Eko. The other letter was a proof of share purchase in several entertainment companies in Jakarta, one of which he recognized as belonging to the Jihan family.

Now he understood, why when Eko was on leave, some important tasks were entrusted to him, because indirectly 80% of the ownership of the PH was his at this time.

“Akh shit!” Dengus Inca while putting the letters rough.

He fell down lethargic with both hands cupping his face. I think he wants to cry.

“This is not what I need a reward, not this.” Gumam Inca deplores. Apparently this is what Wibisono meant by equipping himself.

Instead of a shareholding letter, all he needed right now were the people on the photo displayed on his wall. The photo was taken when he was 7 years old, when he did not know his true identity.

He looked at the family photo with a pus. Look, his smile was so happy then. He misses that moment and that is all he needs right now.

“When can I return to your midst? When can I be part of the Wibisono family again?” Shrivelled the Inca with bated cries.

Unfortunately, Andra's image in the photo was just a smile, unable to answer when they could return to family.

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