Bella's Script
Teamwork

In the meeting room, Devan was gathering with his friends. They are talking about the promo problem that has been agreed to continue.

"Two national radio stations are ready to enter the song Rangga into the track list that they will play according to our broadcast contract. Record companies will also make their official version of the video and will be marketed next week. They have agreed that we promo first video clip that we made before. He said it was suitable for movie recognition." Terang Hendrik as the promoter team.

"*Teaser-*nya I have finalized and ready if you want to publish this week." The editor's grace also speaks.

"Okey, all teams can move this week. We start on the weekend." It was the Inca who became the command in this team.

"Okey, let's go gass!" Hendrik looks so excited.

“Wiihh, long life.” Indra cried when he saw Bella who appeared at the entrance.

“Haloo, I bother you?” Ask before entering.

“Ngaklah. Here go in.” Take Devan, pat the place next to him.

"Ehm!" Indra cleared her throat to tease her best friend and Devan just smiled a little. Apparently his loving gaze on the figure of a beautiful woman in front of him was so noticeable.

Bella immediately sat down next to Devan who blushed. She smiled sweetly at the husband she missed so much in these few hours.

“What's up? How to get rid of gini?” Bella raised her eyebrows towards the Inca who was staring at her.

“No, we're talking about movie promo. I also already told them, about the condition of our current female lead.” Bright Inca short.

“Oh yes? How to?” Bella enthusiastically listened.

“Tadi, his former manager, mba Lisa called me he said he officially came back so his manager Amara. He said he asked for PH help so that Amara's current condition was hidden first from the public. His emotions are still not stable.” Answer the Inca.

“Continue, answer lo?”

“Yes I replied, we will try to cover Amara's condition now but we can not guarantee that the news about Amara is not sniffed by the media. He continued to say, after Amara recovered, Mba Lisa's plan to take Amara abroad. Make his mental rehabilitation. He is still traumatized heavily, every malem cry and bla bla bla.

Bella nodded in understanding. He did see Amara's desperate face when they had met.

“But about our project, we can continue. Mba Lisa confirmed that Amara will be present at three major meet and great gala premiere aja. Just maybe we will need a lot of help lo also Bell.”

“Gue? I help you what?” Bella pointed at her own nose.

“Lo clearin deh Van.” Inka gives a tab in her hand to Devan, the closest person sitting next to Bella.

“Emm.. So gini.” Devan started turning on the tablet.

“I'm the same temen-temen plans to start the promo this week. We want to ask for your permission to use your social media as one of the media promo film.”

“The promotion does not have to be direct, we will provide admins to post and reply to comments while filtering comments that may be bad. Only rationohnya, your account will be a commercial account, not a personal account anymore. How?” Tawar Devan's.

Bella nodded her head to understand what Devan was saying.

“But in some posts, there is still his hate comment loh Mas.” Bella shows Devan her phone. Looks clearly on the phone screen, comments are quite striking about him and not deleted by the owner.

“Yes is okay. Social media is not always a positive comment. We don't have to take care of it. Only from now on, if there is a comment that is too sarcastic and personal matters enter, we will filter it. That's the admin's job. What do you think?” Devan looked at Bella really.

However, this is Bella's personal account and she must get approval from the account owner.

“By aja, please. I also created the account for the work promo. Nothing to do with personal issues.”

“Cakep for that!” Hendrik yelled, flicking his finger.

“Still Bell. We'll start the promo tomorrow. Brody Hendrik please set the best strategy to market our film.” Devan Emphatically.

“Okeeyy, let's workaa.. Yok collected first yok..” Hendrik first reached out in the middle of the table. Crew approached and put his hands on Hendrik's.

“SUCCESS!!!” shout them at the same time.

Let's just say this is the spirit of the beginning before starting everything.

Tonight will be held a study for the late Inca papah. Saras house has been tidied up and people come one by one to attend the tahlilan event.

“Which ink, Mah?” Tanya Ozi, as she did not see the Inca figure anywhere.

“Oh, Inca in her room. Last time received phone.” Sahut Saras's. The woman looked very graceful and beautiful with a white robe and a white veil covering her head.

“Kok in the room, it's already want to start.” Ozi said, not out of thought.

“Try brother check first. You see, his face was a bit tense Inca when responded. I'm afraid of that.” Saras rubbed Ozi's shoulders to calm his eldest son before meeting the Inca.

“Iya Mah, brother see first to top.” Ozi rushed towards the Inca room.

Upon arriving in front of the Inca room, Ozi noticed that the door to the Inca room was not completely closed. He decided to approach and pause for a moment to peek at what the Inca was doing in his room.

“I never asked for anything the same papah Kak. Om Eko shares I never asked for it but papah ngasih itself is the same I.” Said the Inca with a bated cry.

Hearing the sound of the Inca shaking and discussing the issue of wealth, it was certain that the Inca was talking to one of her brothers.

“Iya, I did receive the inheritance letter from papah. Because papah insisted on forcing me. The letters are also nothing to me. Still in the envelope that Papah love me.“

“I beg you, do not insult me and my mother again by saying that we are the lady of seduction. Because I never seduced Papah into giving his property to me.” Insertive.

I don't know what the answer was but then the call stopped. For a while the Inca still held his cellphone while brushing his hair rough. A heavy sigh was very clearly heard while rubbing his cheek to remove the remaining tears on his face.

When he feels better, he intends to go down and follow the study.

“Mas Bima?” Inka was stunned when she saw Ozi who was standing leaning against her door while crossing her arms in front of her chest. He was deliberately waiting for the Inca to turn to face him.

“Why is it still here? The language is ready to start.” Said Ozi who straightened his body and walked toward the Inca.

“I-Yes, I received the phone first.” Inca stuttered in her place.

Seeing Ozi's pair of eyes full of anxiety made him only able to look down. He does not want his efforts to look strong must collapse again.

“What are your brothers still fighting over the legacy of your papah?” Ozi asked while glancing at the brown envelope that was on top of the Mattress.

“I-Yes Mas.” Inka looked at the brown envelope behind her.

“What holding the inheritance letter is so torturing you that you are scared like this?” Ozi drew closer and stared fixedly at the face of the Inca.

Inka nodded small with her face turned soft.

“They thought that I was seducing papah to get all papah's inheritance. I don't even do anything. Papah gave me that envelope just like that. I don't even fully understand the legacy letter.” explained Inka with fingers twisted together.

“Are you going to be very difficult if you don't have the legacy of your papah?” Ozi was still with his question lined up in his mind.

Inka shook.

“Ngak Mas. I'm not crazy treasure. Since long ago, I didn't expect anything from papah. Just being able to see Papah happy was more than enough for me. And now, papah doesn't exist. Even if I inherited all of his possessions, I would not feel the same happiness as when papah was in front of me.” Reveal the Inca with sorrow.

“Then give it back to your brothers. I will marry you and take full responsibility for you. There's no way I'm letting you die of hunger just for not having the legacy of your papah.” Ozi firmly with full of confidence.

The Inca who had originally bowed down was sad, now ventured to lift her face back up. The earnestness he heard from Ozi's words made his heart tremble.

The Inca did not stop. He preferred to approach Ozi and hugged the man tightly.

“Thank you Mas, thank you.” He said as he sobbed. He buried his head in Ozi's chest.

To him, Ozi was his most comfortable backrest at the moment.

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