Bella's Script
What can?

Andra's desk is still filled with a lot of files that he must check. Starting from the list of contracts with start-ups, advertising cooperation offers to the pile of completed reports made by his staff and he must check quickly.

Among the many documents, tucked in a brown envelope that tastes quite familiar to him. In the lower right corner of the envelope is the signature of a person with the initials W.

Andra knew the handwriting and the signature. He immediately opened the envelope and checked the contents.

She pulled out a few pieces of paper from the envelope and Andra realized that the envelope contained the father's will for her younger sister.

With her body leaning against the seat of her greatness while scratching her non-itchy forehead, Andra was still staring one by one at the sheets of paper. Of all the stock letters in his hands, none stated that the Inca had a share in the main company of the family.

All of his status as a shareholder in another PH is good at PH belonging to Eko, their uncle. Or even in the family-owned PH Wijaya, also in a startup company that is a partner of Wibisono's current company.

If calculated, the source of Inca income from this stock, the largest is from the PH of the Wijaya family because the PH is on the rise. While the other two PHs are problematic PHs that Andra thinks will soon be out of business.

Andra smiled cynically, when he realized that the will given by Wibisono was only a change in appeal to the large company he currently leads.

“Papah did know best how to please her children but then dropped them. You know, I don't have to bother fighting over this will with that kid.” Andra squeaks. His efforts to seize this will turned out not to be in his favor.

Andra took the phone out of her pocket and searched for Inca contacts in her phone's contact list.

“That child wastes my energy. Illegal children do fit him only in the love of candy. Just like that he'll be quiet.” He muttered while smiling cynically.

But then his smile came to a halt as he had already found Inca contact on his phone. Child, Inca's name on his contact list with the profile photo of the Inca photo with his three brothers during a holiday abroad.

Inka smiled widely in the photo, showing her teeth are partly toothless because often eat candy. He sat on the lap of Afnan, his first brother while Andra and Arfan kissed the left and right cheeks of the Inca. It seems that the Inca were very happy at that time. More than that, Andra so remembered how unfortunately he used to be in this little child.

“Akh shit!” Dengus Andra while throwing his phone on the table.

He rubbed his face violently and leaned his head against the back of the chair. His head looked up at the ceiling of his room which was dominated by white.

Looking at the Inca profile picture makes him recall the beautiful memories as well as the painful reality he experienced.

In his mind began to revolve memories of his childhood with his three younger siblings, especially the Inca.

“Sister, brother why don't you play with me? Is brother angry? I'm not bad anymore? Last morning when I woke up I did not cry, I continued to go to the bathroom by myself not in the aunt. I also want to eat alone do not need to bribe aunty.” Persuade the little boy who looked sadly at Andra.

In his hand he held his favorite bunny doll. The doll that Andra often hid to nudge him.

“Kak, play in yukk tent.. I want to make Andra's favorite dish. Kak Afnan same brother Arfan also said to play if brother Andra want to play with me.” Little Inca tugged at Andra's sleeves standing behind her.

He has pleaded with the attention of his three brothers. But Andra and his two younger siblings always ignored the Inca after he found out that the Inca was the son of the father's affair with another woman.

“Go! I don't like playing with you.” Reject Andra, shaking the hand of the Inca who was holding his sleeve.

“Kak Andraaaa The Inca whine could only cry in its place. I cry for the brother who always ignores him.

As time went on, things in the house became increasingly uncomfortable. Especially when Andra's mother died. Andra's hatred for the Inca grew, as she understood that her mother had died of severe depression over her father's affair.

To this day, the hatred still exists.

“So, if I wasn't Papah's child but really a child taken from the parlor, would you stop hating me?”

The question was asked by the Inca when he was a teenager. Precisely when he attended the graduation ceremony at his school and none of his brothers were present. While his friends are beautiful and take pictures with his family.

“Can you consider me an orphan? It doesn't matter if you think we're not blood. As long as Brother Andra stops hating me. I love big brother.” Said Inca behind the door of her room with a graduation toga wrapped her thin body.

Andra heard clearly her voice that shook as she spoke. The Inca's eyes were red and wet and showed great supplication, always making his heart shatter. For that, he could not open the door for his sister. And until now, the door is still tightly closed.

“Excuse Mister.” Say a familiar voice in Andra's ear.

Andra immediately opened her originally closed eyes. He turned his chair back to Mala, the secretary who was suddenly in front of him.

“I told you to knock on the door before entering.” She was upset without turning to Mala.

He pressed the corner of his watery eyes while recalling all the past that was spinning in his head.

Andra exhaled his breath violently hearing Mala's chimpanzee. He closed his eyes for a while and adjusted his breathing to calm down.

“If brother Andra is angry, set the breath for 10 seconds, breathe and then throw away... Later there will be good fairies who come nyamperin brother and bend brother Andra so that brother Andra happy and not angry again.” So did the little Inca babble that was like it was in front of him.

Andra stared at the slowly fading Inca shadow. And sure enough, Andra did what the Inca said until then her feelings felt much better.

“What's up?” Andra turned back and looked at Mala sharply. The cold gaze he used to show this to his secretary.

“This is sir, I would like to submit a file for cooperation from several companies. The development team has checked it and is waiting for approval mr.” Bright Mala while putting some documents on the table.

Andra immediately checked the documents but her mind was not focused.

“I excuse me sir.” Mala felt that Andra needed her own time. He does not like to be disturbed when he is seriously working.

“Wait!” Prevent Andra suddenly.

“Yes sir, anything else I can help you with?” Tawar Mala's.

The man looked doubtful but a moment later he looked at Mala who was standing before him.

“Did you ever hate your closest people?” Andra asked suddenly.

Mala slightly scrunched her forehead, not understanding with Andra's question that is too personal, not as usual.

“Already, you don't need to answer if you can't.” Andra threw the envelope in her hand violently. It seems he asked the wrong person.

“Ear, sir. I once hated my closest people.” Timpal Mala calmly. A very unexpected answer.

Hearing Mala's reply, Andra looked back at the woman. The woman who during her work she never made eye contact.

“Then?” Apparently Andra was curious about the continuation of Mala's story.

“I stop.” Mala smiled at Andra.

“You mean?” Andra looked at Mala not understanding.

“I stopped hating that person because I felt, with me hating that person, my time was wasted.”

“As long as I hate others, my mind is always focused on that person. My feelings never calm, I always find out the bad news from him when in fact there is nothing he did also against me let alone harm me.”

“I am the loser for constantly thinking about things I should not have thought of.”

“Because of that, I stopped. I want to be able to breathe. I also want to be able to think about something more important. And I don't want to feel pain anymore. So I let it all go as it is. Without needing to think again my true pain does not then heal after I hate that person.” Bright Mala with a wide length.

“Do you succeed?” Andra was still curious.

“Ya, I managed.”

“Now I feel that my life is much more beautiful. I no longer feel stomach pain or dizziness just from remembering the person. Anyhow, anyone can make a mistake. Their business will change or not, yes it is their business. My business only governs my feelings so as not to be poisoned by hatred of anyone. My time and feelings are too precious sir.” Firmly Mala with a smile on her lips.

The smile that is always shown by Mala and often Andra just ignore.

Hearing Mala's words, Andra just fell silent. One thing he immediately admitted to his plight was that his stomach ached and his head was dizzy when he remembered his hatred for the Inca. Unfortunately, there was nothing the Inca needed to fix because the girl had done nothing wrong to him.

So what should he do now?

Forgetting the feeling of hate?

What can?

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