Bella's Script
Because of fried rice

In front of the mirror Rangga stood. He looked at his face, staring at his own brown bead. His eyes were round with a reddened face.

“Expression upset.” Said the voice on his phone and Rangga immediately exhaled a rough breath.

He changed his standing position then clenched his hands and furrowed his eyebrows. The corner of his eye glanced at the impressions on the phone screen that gave examples of precise micro and macro expressions when someone was upset.

“Arrgghh is so hard!” grunts. He repeated it several times to get the right expression.

“Still training By?” A voice approached him.

Who else if not Amara.

The woman has dressed beautifully with a mini dress and high heels that make her body look slimmer and tall and a black sling bag that makes her look elegant. The fragrance of a typical woman's perfume instantly burst into the room.

“Iya, I'm still learning some expressions. You want to go?” Ask Rangga.

Though earlier Amara promised to help her practice acting so as not to be protested continuously by the crew. But after indulging himself in the bathroom, it seemed like this girl had forgotten.

He threw the script in his hand and chose to pay attention to Amara who had appeared beautiful plenary. I don't know who he'll meet until he has to dress up this beautiful.

“Iyaaa, I want to meet me. He said he wanted to make an advertisement."Amara looked very enthusiastic.

"Sorry yes, I haven't been able to get you training. Yes By... Not angry, right?” Quickly his expression turned sulky as he looked at Rangga who looked disappointed.

“Do not eat first?” Tawar Rangga's. He wanted to get Amara to eat together.

“Emmm not By. I think I eat out. You haven't eaten either? Oh my goodness I forgot to order food for you dinner?” Amara patted her own jidat.

“Sorry..” Whine again while struggling spoiled.

“Yes it's okay. You leave gih. I also want to go down. Home is not too malem.” Amara's hair this time was dark black.

“Byy... I pegged it for a long time... Later mess.” Amara protest that immediately shook Rangga's hand.

“Oh Sorry Rangga tidied Amara's hair and the girl pulled her body away.

“I can do it myself. It will no longer be neat.” He said in a mirror. His lips looked flattened.

Rangga only smiled a little while looking at the reflection of Amara's face in the mirror.

The girl took out a small comb from inside her bag, combing it slowly.

“Perfect!” The fun when it's done.

“I'm leaving yaa... Bye!!! Love you...” One kiss was given by Amara before she finally left while waving her hand.

Rangga only looked at her until the shadow of the woman disappeared behind the door.

Looking around the apartment, everything seemed empty. Rangga so lonely alone, even though he likes the wildness. He finally decided to return to his unit. He cleaned up a few cans of soft drinks and then took the script that he had originally put on the table. His stomach was rumbling to fill.

While going down the stairs, he opened the inter-messaging application. Various menus are there but none of the food that arouses his appetite.

Arriving at the door of his apartment unit, Rangga immediately pressed the passcode. “Ting!” after the sound he turned the door handle and the door opened.

The usual scenery he saw was his messy room, typical of a male room. A few bottles of drink were lined up on the table and honestly this tingling made his head dizzy.

Now he must start thinking about how to clean his room so that it does not fall apart so that he can rest comfortably. In the past, there was Bella who always helped her clean up the house and arrange it beautifully until she had a favorite corner that she could use as a place to write songs.

Akh, why does he remember Bella. His carefree voice now even disturbed his ear cavity.

“Dry garbage, taro here yes the. If the trash is wet, I put the trash outside. Once every two days the garbage car will take the garbage from here. So definitely, before going to bed, swipe this trash taro outside too yaaa…"

"If you feel heavy, ask for a replacement with Niko, Deri or Ikhsan. Make that schedule.” The shadow of Bella who cleaned the house complete with aprons and gloves is now clearly visible in front of her.

“You don't have to mop, because you still like to get wet. And then again jatoh. So I'll just fit in later here while restock food supplies in case you guys laper fitting training. Okay!”

The shadow of Bella who walked to and fro continued to fill Rangga's mind. It was like seeing Bella checking the contents of the refrigerator, removing food that was not worth consuming and filling it with new food. He also took his dirty clothes, reached one by one Rangga pocket, then..

“YEEAYY!!! There's two thousand dollars. Make me yaaaaa..” Excited with a face.

“Often you forget naro money in your pocket, let me add more rations, hehehe.…” The anxiety makes Rangga suddenly miss.

Still remembered clearly Bella babble who always filled her day first. After returning home from work, the girl always took the time to come to the studio to prepare and check whatever Rangga might need.

Why did Bella's shadow continue to appear in her mind? Did he really miss her?

“Stop Rangga, stop!!!” Rangga tried to awaken his own mind.

To turn his mind he picked up a few scattered bottles and put them in the trash.

His stomach was rumbling and he didn't know what to order.

“What makes noodles?” Mumbled.

He approached the food cabinet and the contents were empty, there was only one pack of biscuits whose packaging was already open and the contents were puffed up. I don't know when food.

"Akh siall!" Closing the food closet hard.

He also opened a rice cooker and there was only the rest of the rice that was almost dry there.

“Fried rice.” Suddenly he remembered the usual desperate menu Bella made for him.

Rangga opened his phone. Searching for a folder he deliberately hid to archive his photos and videos with his bandmates and of course Bella. He deliberately hid it because he was worried Amara saw it.

Meet, video tutorial to make fried rice was found Rangga. And he started to turn it around. Put his phone leaning and Bella's face shadow was visible.

“This one is actually on record?” Bella's crybaby asked embarrassed herself for Rangga's videotaping her.

His right hand was already holding a knife and his left hand was holding a spatula.

“Iya Bell, you're acting normal. Santaaaii..” Sahutan light voice and his spare change of laughter was heard. I don't know when was the last time he spoke.

“But the video is not uploaded…. Shame I don't care. Keep the camera do not be in a hurry, later my body is all looking and the food is not even looking.” Bella was indeed a puffer from a long time ago and that made her voice continue to ring in Rangga's ears.

“Okey, back off a little, let the groceries snarl.” Again he ordered.

“Sip, the position is already good.” Sahut Rangga the cameraman.

“Okey, we start. So here neng Bella her boyfriend aa Rangga wants to make a typical fried rice mamah in-lawaaaaa, mamah Saraaassss Exclaimed Bella who was laughing with her own amusement.

Rangga laughs at Bella's behavior.

“Material, there nasiiii, continue onion-bawangan..This one is onion, this garlic keeps this onion.” Bella raised the onion high in her hand.

This girl is not good at cooking, the name of the food ingredients she does not memorize but continues to try to make food Rangga.

“Shahrukhan.” Sahut Rangga seduces.

“Ahahahaha yes, onion aca-aca nehi-nehi aka onions Bombay. Hahahaha.” Bella was so excited when she remembered the name of the onion in her hand.

This is interesting for Rangga. That's the reason why he's been zooming in on Bella's face instead of zooming in on groceries. His expression is too funny. Look, there's a grain of salt on his cheek, too. His hair in the midget looks funny when some strands of his hair sway along with the rhythm he breathes.

“Bawangnya in cut first, the size of this is quite yaaaa. Don't be too thick later do not mateng. Eh this is a fallacy is not the one?” Bella showed the onion piece to Rangga and Rangga just gave her thumbs up while holding back a laugh.

He himself knows what kind of onion slices are ideal for frying.

“This season. There's pepper, just a minute. Keep garem, mecin also little so as not to bego. Eh but based on the article I read, the mecin does not make a bego loh that. What makes you fall in love, EEAAAAKKK!!!! Hahahaha..” Bella laughed to herself while showing the heart symbol with her finger on Rangga.

Rangga laughed again at Bella's speech.

Bella started cooking. At first his eyes were round because he was confused which material he had to enter. After all the herbs entered, his eyes were again rounded with an exacting face as he could dodge the splashes of oil.

"Haha... Crazy, so cool of me. No oil to the skin." Praise him after successfully putting all the seasonings in.

About 5 minutes he mixed all the spices and rice and then became the fried rice that he arranged beautifully on the table. If the problem of arranging food, Bella is an expert even though she is not sure what the taste of the cuisine.

“Wuuhuuu,, Still smoky the. Come on Cobain. Taro is the camera.” Excited with spirit.

Put the phone on the phone holder and keep recording them. He approached Bella to try fried rice,

“Enaaakkk!!!” Beyond a doubt Rangga commented wholeheartedly after bribing a spoon of fried rice into his mouth.

“Waaahh successfully dong yaa akuu..” Her face immediately looks proud.

“Successful gaissss..” Several times he put his thumb on the camera.

“Well Mr Rangga, how is his comment about my fried rice? Is it good, or is it lacking?” Acting like a reporter, Bella pretended to make her hand as a microphone and gave it to Rangga.

“Enaaakkp.. Once make can directly sold out this. But this is what is it?” Rangga lifting pieces of food that are white and whole.

“Yes, what the hell is that?” Bella was curious.

“Jeez, this is an onion…. No, no, no mateng. Matiin his camera, matiin. It's embarrassing!!” bella is panicking.

"HAHAHA....!!!" Rangga laughs until he is stretched out.

Rangga quickly turned off his camera and the show for approximately 17teen minutes was over.

Akh, why does her chest feel tight now? Not that he should have laughed at the video, but why he wanted to cry instead. What's wrong with her?

Rangga just fell silent in his place. Let the video go a second time. I miss the sound of Bella.

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This morning Devan woke up early but until 7 am he was still standing in front of his bathroom mirror while humming softly. I don't know why the bathing routine this morning is so much longer than usual.

Still using a towel that was coiled around his waist, he noticed his muscular body that was awake to its sturdiness.

“Yes, lo handsome.” Bella's words last night kept ringing in her ears and made her smile at her face.

“Which part does he think is good? My nose, cheeks, jaw or lips?” He asked his own shadow.

Though not a few women who praise his good looks but only Bella that makes him really pay attention to his own face.

Why that's what Bella said last night. Is it because of the fried rice? I don't know.

Not satisfied with his own face and looking for which point makes Bella comment that he is handsome. This time he felt he had to clean his face that had not shaved for a long time. This little bit of a lot made his face a little dull.

He deliberately washed his face a few times, letting water drip past his jaw and smiling to his shadow. The memory of Bella's gaze before closing her eyes seemed to emerge from the glass.

Luckily there was an awareness that the day was getting daytime, making him speed up his preparations. He immediately smeared shaving cream to the cheeks, whiskers and chin. Shave it slowly, calmly so as not to get hurt. After cleansing from fine hair, he rinsed his face and gave a moisturizer that he patted to the face.

It was fresh and his face was much brighter.

The next thing he did was to neatly comb his hair, give him a little hair gel and then tie up his long hair strands. The hair that now looks thin and neat.

The last is to wear comfortable clothes. Today he deliberately did not wear a tee shirt as usual, but rather wore a shirt that formed his posture perfectly.

A few pieces of shirt that he didn't wear were piled on the bed. Navy color was her choice this morning. Not forgetting he rolled up his long arms leaving just one fold under the elbow.

The spray of masculine perfume became the cover of his appearance today.

“Tring!” a message came in and Devan checked it immediately.

“Breakfast on location yes, I've prepared breakfast a lot.” His smile immediately broke when he knew that Bella was the sender of a message that made him more excited.

“Bring what?” He had typed but he deleted it again.

“Would I not much? Eat me a lot.” The second message he typed but again he deleted it too.

What's with his mind that's not focused so early. He scratched his head which was not really itchy.

“Do I need to bring coffee?” inline message back he type.

But after thinking about it, why ask everything. The message was deleted again.

“Yes." He just wrote that one word.

“Girls prefer mysterious guys.” He murmured with a full smile.

But just about to be sent, his brain stopped typing his finger.

“But Bella stopped running again, why did I tell her to chase? Akh Devan, come on, what's the same about today?” Devan is frustrated himself.

Just reply to Bella's message he was half dizzy.

“Come think, think, think!!!” his gerut forced his brain to think.

But not a single sentence appeared in his head.

What should he reply to? Anyone have an idea?

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