Bella's Script
Call him, dady

Amara's days passed filled with a sense of loneliness. He was alone in his apartment with no one to care about his condition. Actually he was used to being alone, only at a time like this the longer this loneliness increasingly tormented him.

Only a few people have contact with him. If not the apartment janitor, it is definitely the deliveryman who sends goods and food that he bought online.

The curtains of his apartment are more often closed and only occasionally he opens, if the air feels very stuffy. He was very afraid if there were paparazzi who took pictures of him secretly.

As of now, Amara is enjoying her breakfast accompanied by the sound of classical music from the music player on her mobile phone. He said it's good for stimulating his son's brain development.

Yes, Amara has decided that she will raise this child alone. Berdo’a course hopefully this child does not have bad luck like him.

His right hand he uses to scoop food while his left hand still scrolls through social media. Monitor the activities of his fans who often greet him through posts on his fanbase account or send a direct message to just ask Amara news. That little thing alone made Amara feel noticed.

Later he rarely posts especially after endorsement is not managed properly after Lisa left him. Some of the rumors that circulated he did not respond even though he actually still smiled happily when he saw a bullyying post about Bella.

It's nice to see Bella occupy her position in High School first. Being an object of insults throughout the universe.

The sound of music suddenly paused when a message entered his phone. Amara glanced at him a bit and it turned out that the sender was Nadine.

The woman managed to make Amara's appetite instantly disappear. He put his spoon down when he saw a message from Nadine.

“Which one you prefer dear?” Once the contents of the message sent Nadine along with 5 photos of the wedding dress she was trying.

“Akh, damn it!” grunts Amara while putting her phone away in annoyance.

Regretting the feeling of opening a message from Nadine that turned out to make her mood worse.

With emotion Amara replied to her message.

“Nothing better Nad, everything looks cheap. Either the shirt, or the one wearing it.” Reply Amara with a sinister smile on her lips.

He sipped vegetable and fruit juices to pass the hard-earned food he swallowed because of Nadine's message.

“Hahahaha.. You’re so funny Ra. No sirik, hunted select, I've dizzy this.” Nadine replies to Amara's message. He thought this girl was joking with him.

“No need to bother choosing him, after all your husband will tear him up on your first night because he is an impatient person.” Amara again issued her uncles and whether Nadine understood or not.

“Hahahaha.. Keith has already ripped my birthday gift dress from Ine. For now I don't dare to say the same to Ine because I'm afraid the child is angry. My man is ferocious, especially in bed.” Nadine still considers Amara's message as a joke. And proudly showing off her bed activities with Keith.

Amara squeaks. He only replied with 100% emoticons%.

Nadine started to frown.

“What does Amara mean?” Nadine begins to not understand Amara's reply.

Amara only smiled obliquely as she read Nadine's message. He just read it and intentionally did not reply.

Not happy with the initial message sent by Nadine, he finally decided to send a message to Keith.

“Hello Dady's... When are we’ll receive your wedding invitation?” Amara wrote on the message she sent to Keith. Not to forget he also sent a photo of himself who was selfie ria with the results of USG in his hand.

Keith did not immediately reply to his message and Amara simply looked at his phone patiently. Knock his finger on the table. He was sure Keith would contact him soon.

And sure enough, Amara had not even counted to 10 in his heart, suddenly his phone rang. Keith's number contacted him. That man must be in the middle of the ketar-ketir. He smiled triumphantly as his attack succeeded in harassing Keith.

“Yes,, Babe..” Greet Amara with a smile on her lips. A second later, his expression turned disgusted to this man.

“AMARA! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!” Keith cried from there.

It was obvious that this man was angry with Amara. Amara slightly kept the phone away from her ear. Keith's voice was too much of a jolt and was not pleasant to hear.

“Heey... Easy dady... Easy, Okey...” Omit Amara who even mocked Keith. He did not want to fret alone, so he deliberately disturbed Keith's calm.

“STOP IT BITH!! It’s your baby! Not Mine's!*” again Keith denied it, making Amara clench her hand in annoyance.

“Are you serious?” Amara chuckled in her frustration. He held back his emotions so as not to explode.

“Don’t you see dady, His eyes glow like yours, his nose sharp like yours, his face also look like you. Don't you feel that you two are so similar?” Amara's question was repressed with a feeling of tightness hanging over her chest.

“Oh wait, it’s a boy, by the way, Dad.” His smiling impression was satisfied because he managed to say what he had kept all this time.

“****!! You’re sick Amara! He’s not mine. I don’t care with the baby, okay! Don’t call me anymore.” Keith immediately hung up the phone.

Realizing her call on the lid of Keith, Amara looked at Keith's photo on his phone furiously.

He smiled small, “Hihihi..” Then chuckled, and “HAHAHAAHHAHA...” She laughed out loud along with her tears.

“Ahhh,,,,” All of a sudden, Amara was moaning in pain when a small kick was given by her son right in the upper part of her heart.

This baby responds either to his mother's laughter or crying. Slowly Amara sobbed, she cried a sigh while looking at her distended stomach. He rubbed his stomach that did not stop moving, his movements even began to clear, his stomach tilted to the left and right by itself.

“Don't trouble mom son, we're just two.” She was unable to stop her crying. He did not know how to stop the baby from moving in his stomach.

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