Bella's Script
I also have no choice

A father is still sitting in front of a treatment called ICU. He bowed lethargicly while waiting for the doctor who was examining his only daughter.

It was Wijaya who was hoping to worry waiting for news of the state of his daughter who had an accident yesterday. Yes, the man is the father of Jihan Wijaya, the former producer.

This man looks very devastated to find the condition of his daughter is so sad.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Jihan received intensive care in the ICU room. The doctor stated that the patient had a severe head injury with two broken right ribs.

His heart membrane was bleeding due to a hard impact during the accident. His right arm was removed from his joints while his legs did not respond to any reflexes when stimulated. The patient is declared in a coma.

Again, tears dripped on Wijaya's wrinkled face and was no longer young. He regretted everything that happened. How could the princess he so dearly cared for and proud of, be in this condition?

Repeatedly he rubbed his chest to be patient but the tightness was increasingly felt to corner his heart and make it difficult to breathe.

If he could ask, he would rather be lying in the room than his daughter. He could not see his daughter suffering and was held up on the verge of death.

“Im sorry papah son. Pardon papah,..” Wail a desperate father.

In the end, each parent can only blame himself for the misfortune that befell his child.

The hope of seeing his daughter succeed and live happily turned out to be tragic. What exactly was his mistake that he had to be in such a miserable and frightening state like this?

Wijaya still did not think. Swiped several times his tears did not stop dripping and after thinking about it several times he still could not find an answer to the reason for the misfortune that befell his daughter.

And now he has no choice but to surrender to the almighty. I don't know when this black fog will disappear from his life.

The sound of footsteps came closer. Wijaya who was downcast, faintly saw a pair of legs wrapped in pantofel shoes standing before him.

“Good day, mr.” His assistant's voice was clearly buzzing in the cavity of the head.

Slowly Wijaya raised his head that was originally bowed while pressing the corner of his eyes to stop crying. Even so destroyed, his mind and mentality must remain strong to face the reality.

“Have you met the authorities?” Asked the man, after exhaling his coarse breath.

“Already sir.” From the face of the assistant, Wijaya can guess that the news he will hear is not too pleasant.

“Police rejects our request to bring young miss to treatment abroad.” Said the man regretfully.

Wijaya's shoulders back down. He turned his face to the left side and the tears came back. His heart crumbled softly.

If it could be repeated, it should be yesterday afternoon he accompanied the princess to fulfill the call of the authorities but he instead let Jihan go alone to another place that he never expected.

He wanted to cry when he heard that news. At times like this, he could do nothing for his daughter other than watch her dying from the window whose curtains were always closed and occasionally opened. It's only a few minutes.

Sorry just to regret. Rice has become porridge.

“You've contacted the lawyer I asked for?” He asked without daring to show his face.

“Already sir. But six of the seven lawyers I contacted, refused to apply for a young lady's lawyer. Only one lawyer is still considering and asking for time to study the case.” Answer the man.

“You have given the best offer?”

“Already sir. I have even promised to give 15% shares to those who are willing, as you ordered but they still refused.”

Wijaya understood. In fact, his words proved that he could not help much for his daughter, other than to let his beloved son face all the legal consequences alone.

“I apologize sir.” The man said regretfully.

Wijaya did not answer, he just patted the shoulder of his assistant who also sagged despair.

Now Wijaya can only be pensive, waiting for the doctor's verdict on what actions they will do next.

*****

In a different place, the Inca received a visit from a man she knew very well. The smell of masculine perfume immediately smelled as he opened the door of his apartment.

“Kak Andra?”

Inka's eyes glared in disbelief as she looked at the figure of the eldest brother standing in front of the door of her apartment.

He did not wear work clothes with a neat suit that became his trademark, but only polo shirts and denim pants that made him feel relaxed. He also wears a hat and sunglasses to disguise his appearance.

“Lo didn't tell me to come in?” Asked Andra who took off the sunglasses and tucked them inside her shirt pocket.

“Oh, please enter kak.” The newly awakened Inca, immediately opened the door wide. Unnerved by the arrival of his brother, he got clumsy, not knowing what to do.

Andra stepped inside the apartment unit. He could see the atmosphere of the quiet and clean room that characterised a lonely Inca. This room was honestly too spacious to be lived alone by the Incas.

This was the first time he had set foot in an Inca apartment unit, it felt so foreign. The cold air from the AC immediately ambushed and made the bristles bristled, along with the smell of room fragrances smelling lavender. The Inca fragrance is exactly the same as the fragrance in his room that he had long left.

In front of Andra, now displayed a family photo that welcomed his arrival. In the photo, he shows a bright smile with his three younger siblings as a child, complete with their parents who they love.

Andra chose to turn her face when she saw the twinkle of the Inca eyes that always made her heart beat uncharacteristically.

The Inca read the direction of Andra's view and understood the turmoil of uncomfortable feelings that filled Andra's chest cavity. The same photo once hit Andra with a golf stick at his home when he was drunk and furious to drive out the Inca. It happened about four years ago.

“Please sit down. What would you like to drink?” Ask Inka, offering her sister like receiving a great guest.

“Gue come not to ask for a drink.” Sahut Andra who then sat in one corner of the sofa and crossed his legs with a jumawa.

“I'm the one who offered, not the sister who asked.” The Inca timpal quickly.

Andra did not chimed in but did not refuse either.

The Inca moved towards the kitchen which was still visible from Andra's seat. He quickly made a drink for his sister, Andra's favorite vegan turmeric latte made from almond milk and sweetened with a touch of maple syrup.

And right now, I don't know what miracle made Andra moved to come to her apartment and make the Inca make her favorite drink.

When it was finished, the Inca brought two drinks in front of Andra. Andra stared faintly at the glass of drink made by the Inca.

“I don't know if you still like or don't like this drink. But, please try. I made it with sister's favorite maple syrup.” Inca.

Andra breathed out a rough breath with an unknown feeling. Between the warm and sad that filled his chest cavity.

“Lo really want to marry that guy?” He turned his gaze away from the drink and this time Andra looked at the Inca. Although only a few moments because his gaze turned back to the beautiful aquarium that was nearby.

“Iya. His name is Bima.” Speak with confidence.

“Yaaa, whoever it is, I hope the man is not so happy in the Wibisono.” family Andra's words are always sarcastic.

Inka smiled a little, she knew Andra's annoying behavior was always trying to provoke her frustration. Unfortunately, he was not much affected. He thinks Andra's sarcastic attitude is the way the man hides his true feelings.

Inka drank the drink first in his glass and then held tightly to the glass that is now in his hand. He looked at Andra with a small smile.

“Mas Bima was the one who told me to return all papah giving. He said that treasures can be sought and do not always give us happiness. But the relief of seeing our loved ones smile, it'll feel better."

"Yes although I'm not sure if I make brother Andra smile by returning everything but at least, I can reduce a little disappointment brother Andra to papah.”

“I'm sure papah is currently smiling because we are no longer fighting over something that we shouldn't bother with.” Inca.

He placed his palm on the wall of the glass. The warm taste of the drink that moved to his palm, made him feel comfortable.

“Lo too naive. You should know that the papah love is just rencahan.” Andra's timpal sounds more like a plunge.

“I don't always see the giving of someone of the amount. But from his intention and sincerity.”

“Yaa maybe the one I returned was a little but I sincerely and sincerely returned it. I feel, as long as papah and mamah exist, I have gotten a lot more things than I should have received until I feel very enough.” Speak with confidence.

Andra rubbed his face rough, honest until now he did not understand the attitude of the Inca who always saw everything opposite from his point of view. Shouldn't the Inca be inflamed as he took everything that should have been his?

But then he realized, since long ago, no matter how small the gift he and his sisters were also his parents, always made the girl smile happily. He always seemed to feel enough with that little gift.

“I'm really happy brother Andra wants to visit here. Regardless of whatever purpose brother Andra played here, I feel that brother Andra began to see my existence.” Reveal the Inca with teary eyes.

Just look at his hand that holds the glass tightly. It seemed like this girl was very nervous, and Andra could feel that.

“Lo know if you are very annoying?” Andra asked that made the young girl raise her face to look at the older sister.

“Tau,..” Akunya who smiles faintly.

“But I also know that Brother Andra once loved me very much. Even though it was.” She smiled again with her red, teary eyes.

“I don't know what I did wrong until my sister hated me so much. Either it's sister's disappointment because I'm not a adopted child or because of sister's hatred for the woman who gave birth to me."

"But, if I may choose, I prefer to be a child who does not know his background. At the very least, brother Andra will only annoy and annoy me not rebuke me.” The Inca voice sounded hoarse.

Somehow talking about feelings with Andra always made her heart ache but happy at the same time.

It hurts to remember Andra's change in his treatment and warm to seeing Andra still hear him speak.

And in his place, Andra was stunned. This was the longest time he had spent staring at his stepbrother's face.

“Why do you have to be born to a woman who destroyed my nyokap?” Ask Andra with a raucous. He was tired of hating the Inca and it felt the more he hated the Inca his chest was getting crowded.

Like an endless collage of wounds for it to assemble and it wants it removed forever.

“Do I have any other options?” This time the Inca tears escaped dripping.

“What is also a mistake that I have to bear?” The Inca voice was trembling. He wiped his tears but again, new circles dripped just like that.

“No, no need to be responsible. But squirming lo, I like to squirm the death of my nyokap who died of depression. Do you understand me?” This time it was Andra's tears that gathered at the corner of her eyes. He still remembers exactly how his mother who was devastated after knowing who the Inca really were.

“I understand. But do I understand that I can make Andra's feelings better?”

“I don't even know, on which part I should apologize.”

“What on the part because I am in your life, on the part I was born of a usurper woman or on which part? I don't even remember the face of the woman who gave birth to me but ruined my life with her arrival. I also could not turn back time and chose to be born from which womb. What is it about that I have to apologize?” The Inca looked at Andra with a fixed gaze.

“What with apologies can make Brother Andra, Brother Afnan and Kak Arfan accept me?”

“Have you not thought that I also have no choice?”

That was the last sentence the Inca had spoken a moment ago. At that time Andra did not accept it but chose to leave after giving back the brown envelope to the Inca. He still remembers the contents of the will of Wibisono entrusted through his assistant.

"Papah will not ask you to forgive papah because papah knows, papah's mistakes are very big with you. But, papah please accept the Inca. His presence in this world is not because of his faults but the fault of papah." Wibisono wrote in his will.

And maybe it was the writing that prompted Andra to come to this place. A strange and lonely place. He did not answer Inca questions. Either because the question was too difficult to answer or because his ego was too big to admit that the Inca were innocent.

And in his hand, now there is a ticket that was given by the Inka as an invitation to attend the premiere gala of his film.

Andra just breathed her rough breath while raising her head to hold back the pace of her tears. I don't know why, right now he feels that he is very weak.

"Sister Andra,..." Mumbled Inca who was leaning on the door leaf. Behind this door there is Andra who is still standing with an empty mind and filled with sadness.

Will they be like this forever?

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