Bella's Script
Separate and meet with pain

"Tak tok don't tok."

Steleto's voice rang out clearly from the quick, light footsteps of a girl walking down a hallway towards the main director's room. Some people looked at him strangely but he just ignored him.

It was the Inca who rushed without any hesitation towards the room of Andra, the successor of the Wibisono family business empire. In his hand he carried a brown envelope containing a share purchase letter and other securities that Wibisono bequeathed to the Inca.

As per his decision last night, he was sure to return all the gifts of the father to the brother.

It is true that Ozi said that holding this treasured letter in his hand, it made the Inca even more unsettled. Almost every night he got terror from Andra who never willingly if the Inca get a share of their father's wealth, no matter how small it is.

And today the Inca decided to give it all back to Andra. He was convinced and held full of Ozi's jaunt that he would not go hungry after marrying Ozi seklipun he did not inherit Wibisono's wealth.

The decision has been unanimous, it is better to get everything from his hard work even a little than the results of giving but even cause a dispute.

"Good morning young lady." The greeting of a middle-aged man paused the Inca's steps.

This familiar male figure is a confidant of Wibisono who turned into an accomplice of Andra.

He was standing right in front of the main director's room.

"Good morning. Sorry, I'm meeting Andra." Pinta Inca shows the envelope in her hand.

"I'm sorry, lady, young master has an appointment with his client. Probably will be back this afternoon. Are you ready to come back in the afternoon?" Bargain the man, without daring to stare at the Inca.

The Inca just exhaled his coarse breath. Though he really wanted to meet with his brother now but it seems like he had to delay his desire to solve this problem.

To be honest, he was tired of all the problems of the father's legacy. She does not want to be constantly in terror and stamped as a woman who likes to seduce like her mother, who she herself does not even know what her figure looks like.

“Then, please give this to Brother Andra. Tell him, if you don't have to think about my whereabouts anymore, because I will never interfere with his life with brother Arfan and brother Afnan. I returned everything he felt was his.” The Inca thrust the brown envelope at the man named Nugroho.

Nugroho only looked at the envelope that was outstretched at him. He recognized the envelope, for he had prepared it himself when Wibisono asked for it.

“Nona, you should give it directly to the young master. You may need to talk to him.” Refuse Nugroho subtly. However, the brothers have to speak from heart to heart, although it must be very difficult.

“No need. Just tell me I'm getting married and I won't bother him anymore.” Insert, staunchly give the envelope to Nugroho.

Nugroho briefly looked at the Inca's face which seemed to harbor anger. He could have guessed that the Inca had been very tired of dealing with the older brother who always demeaned and insulted him.

“Nona, this is your right. By law, you deserve what Wibisono has given. Even more than the ones in that envelope.” Nugroho tried to buy time, he wanted the Inca to change his thinking.

“Papah no longer exists. Can you stop setting me up and just obey my request? Or do I have no right to command you and ask for a little help like this?” Cynic Inca with dislike.

“Please forgive me Miss, I didn't mean it that way.” Nugroho bowed in regret.

“Then, don't make it difficult for me. Just follow my little request.” Firmly Inca with full confidence.

It seems Nugroho can no longer resist. Although he knew that everything in the envelope was Inca rights, his young lady seemed to have no desire to hold the will anymore.

“Good miss.” Forced he took over the Envelopes offered by the Inca.

“I'm sorry sir.” Inner Nugroho was full of regrets.

It was a pity that he could not fulfill Wibisono's mandate to make sure the Inca lived a decent life after his departure.

*****

In a different place, Bella and Devan are still in the car. They are still waiting for the clock on his watch to show the exact time at 10.

About 15 minutes until 10 in the morning it arrives but it feels very long. Bella could see Devan who was so agitated and unrelenting looking at the gate of the Correctional Institution that had not yet opened and showed the figure of the father who came out from there.

“Mas, should we just go down? We wait at that waiting place.” Appoint Bella in an umbrella tent with a long bench as a place to wait.

“Can we see papah coming out if we wait there?” Devan asked who looked nervous. His hand gripped the steering firmly until the steering wheel in his hand was wet from cold sweat.

“Yes, it will be quite clear. And of course closer if we wait papah there.” Bella puts her hand on Devan's sweaty hand. She wanted to remind her husband that she was not alone.

“Good.” Devan finally agreed.

He tried hard to gather his courage, courage and readiness to face the fact that Amri might not recognize him and did not want to meet him like all this time.

Devan and Bella get out of the car. On the way to the umbrella tent, Bella never let go of holding her husband's hand. He saw clearly the fear Devan could not imagine, how big the fear itself.

They were sitting under the tent. Bella was still looking towards the gate, while Devan was bowed while supporting his head with two hands resting on each other. His eyes closed, ready to face the seconds he would meet his father.

What is the face of my father like now? Is it still dashing and neat with the hair that is characteristic of his hair? Or is old age eroded time and regret?

“Krieettt...” The sound of the iron door creaking is so clearly heard.

Devan turned his head towards the source of the voice. The voice came from the door of the correctional institution which was now wide open.

Behind the blinding bias of sunlight Devan's eyes, there was a shadow of a man walking limping. Wailing to look somewhere with such a foreign feeling. He breathes free air that he has not found for 15 years.

Devan immediately stood up and followed Bella. For a while, Devan's heart stopped beating, the wind no longer felt. All that was heard was the sound of the male steps getting closer and closer with his confused face aimlessly.

Devan has no power to hold back his feelings. He knew clearly the face of the man who was no longer young. His hair has been whitened with a thin high posture to the impression of bending.

“Papah,” Devan's voice sounded softly with his sudden burst of tears.

He was eager to run at the man but his legs were fixated, unable to move.

The man's footsteps stopped when he saw the figure of a manly man standing before him with an inexplicable look. The two round eyes that exactly belonged to the wife, were now looking at her with red and wet eyes. Amri knows very well the face sculpture that was handed down by his beloved wife to the child.

He realized, it was definitely Devan. The only child he was forced to leave for a dozen years because he had to serve his sentence.

Two pairs of eyes that know each other now look at each other. There is a sense of must and sadness that comes at the same time and is felt by both.

From his place, Amri resumed his steps. However, instead of approaching Devan, the man turned. Along with turning his face he walked in the other direction, not towards the son who was waiting for him. He walks with his broken feelings as not enough courage to meet Devan.

What will he say later? Pardon you? Did enough? That thought now crossed Amri's mind.

“Pah,..” Devan's voice is barely audible. His chest was so tight to see the man leaving from his presence that he was waiting for an opportunity to hug his father tightly.

Is it still that much regret and guilt Amri did not dare to meet Devan?

*****