Bella's Script
European Male

“Yang,.. Rangga.. Open the door dong..”.

Call Amara behind the door of Rangga's apartment. Several times he knocked on the door ringing the bell but Rangga did not open it.

Upset that Rangga did not respond, he finally tried to call her. Her lick fingers danced nimbly on the keypad. Not long the call was connected but Rangga did not answer it.

“Issh! Where the hell is this guy? Sleep what fainted?” Amara looked at the clock that was coiling in her hand. It's late enough.

“RANGGAAAA!!!! AGA!!! IT'S AKUU, ARAAA!!” Finally he decided to bang on the door of the apartment, shouting loudly and stomping the bell many times to make neighbors Rangga come out to see it.

“Mas no mba times. Try it on the phone, don't scream. My son just slept.” Said one of the apartment residents who looked at Amara with annoyance.

“Like me!” Amara's grunts retreated her eyes cynically. He put his sunglasses back on and ignored the request of the woman.

The woman just shook her head looking at Amara's attitude. He has no empathy at all, he says.

“Beauty face but behavior minus!” His grunts at the husband who became an outlet of his anger.

“Why?” Ask the husband who came out.

“Udah you're in. Males I same affairs girls models so.” The woman did not want her husband to see Amara's very open appearance.

At his place Amara is still trying to contact Rangga. This is the fourth time he has attempted to contact me. Thank goodness, this time he was answered.

“Ya Ra,.” His voice sounded fresh, not like he was sleeping.

“GA!!!! Where the hell are you going! It's me in front of your apartment from earlier. Not picked up on the phone anymore. I'll be in the same skin as the restless mothers next door.” Complain Amara with her spoiled whimper.

Rangga did not answer. He hung up the phone and shortly afterwards,

“Czech.” The door of the apartment opened.

The figure of Rangga appears from behind the door. He removed the headset that was originally coiled around his neck.

“Sorry I didn't listen.” He opened the door wider.

“Ish you mah.” Amara immediately barged in, hitting Rangga's shoulder on purpose.

“What are you doing again?!” He continued when he saw a lot of paper scattered in the room. Complete with guitar and keyboard.

“I'm writing a song for the soundtrack. Where are you going at this hour still dancing?” Rangga so noticed Amara's very open appearance.

“I want to take you out that. Tap me at home continue.” Amara wrestled spoiled on Rangga's arm.

“Don't now yaa.. My work is not done.” He tried to let go of Amara's hand that was coiled around his arm.

He walked back to his desk and picked up the guitar lying on the couch.

“Ihhh what the hell!! Come on, we're out. I actually bete this..” Amara tugged Rangga's hand to follow his wishes.

“Ra, please do not gini. There are more important things I have to work on now.” Rangga firmly rejected it.

“You're messing up anyway!” Amara let go of Rangga's arm violently.

“Keep the song if you think this song is more important than me!” Amara sat down in annoyance in front of Rangga. Her lips pursed unacceptable because she felt excluded.

“Sorry yaa.. Other time we exit. Now you can take Lisa first. Same, change the clothes do not be too open like gini. Or would you like to wear my jacket?” Rangga gave her jacket that was on the sofa.

“No! I can take care of myself. Take care of your more important song. Bella's request has always been more important than I want!” Amara chose to leave in front of Rangga. He felt that it was no longer important to Rangga.

“Raa,, Don't be that way.." He grabbed Amara's hand.

"I'm also doing this for our future.” But Amara quickly shook it off.

The woman said nothing more but chose to leave after slamming the door hard.

“SH**T!!!” the inflamed snort of Rangga was upset.

Amara always behaves like this. His desire is always considered more important than the needs of others, including the needs of Rangga. Why is it that the longer the attitude becomes more and more incomprehensible?

Rangga just exhaled his coarse breath. It's getting harder to follow Amara's wishes.

****

Upset Rangga did not respond to his request, Amara finally chose to go alone to the club. In the car, he still looks good. Wearing a bright red lipstick, spraying perfume all over her body, tidying her hair and lastly, slightly lowering the mark on her chest. Her beautiful half-breast was exposed increasingly clear and seductive. He wore a blazer filled with beads that would look flickering when exposed to the light reflection of disco lights.

“Perfect!” Her murmurs praised her complete beauty.

“Welcome beautiful. Long time not see.” Greet a Barista when Amara arrives at the bar table.

“Hay Leo!” Sapa Amara while wagging her hair sexy.

“This great video. I think I came at the right time.” Amara sat facing people who were engrossed in curling their bodies following the music.

“Iyaaa.. There are some big businessmen who are again in the party with his friends.” Sahut Leo's. He gave me a glass of Amara's favorite drink.

“Thanks.” Amara took the glass that Leo had thrust out, then sipped it slowly. He enjoyed the bitter sensation that went into his throat.

“Cowok you are not coming?” Leo asked curiously. Last time Amara came here with a handsome Indo-Chinese guy who he introduced as his girlfriend.

“Ngak. My guy is now a house guy. Difficult to take the road.” Complain Amara.

“But jago dong in bed?” Goda Leo's.

“Lumayan, can be 4 rounds.” Amara smiled faintly.

“Hahahaha Shi**t you b*tch!” The man shouted while laughing.

Amara only smiled then took a sip of the alcoholic drink in her hand gracefully.

A moment later, he saw a man walking towards him. The man smiled as a red disco light hit his face, allowing Amara to see clearly who it was.

Amara lowered her glass, she acted very calmly with a slight knotty smile to reply to the man.

“He’s a boss! Big Boss!” Leo's whisper is full of emphasis.

“I know it.” Gracefully Amara put her glass on the table. Raise his right leg above his left leg and straighten his body.

“*Tequ*la please.*” Said the man who then sat next to Amara and faced the barista.

Leo immediately picked it up and put down a small glass of the alcoholic beverage.

“You intend to get drunk?” Leo asked with a smile.

The man simply played the glass in his hand, turned the intoxicating drink slowly and looked at Amara sitting beside him.

“Someone's been making me drunk since I saw her.” The European-faced man was none other than Keith.

Leo just slicked his shoulder. After this he chose to give space to two people who exchanged the lyrics.

Keith leaned on Amara, close enough to smell the seductive scent of Amara.

“It's not good a pretty girl to be in a place like this. Many wild anj*ng are wandering around and some of them really like pouncing on pretty girls.” Keith whispered while biting his own lips with anxiety.

Amara really made her unable to turn away.

Amara glanced at him with a smile, so tempting to Keith.

“Can I count on someone in a foreign place like this?”

Amara flicked her hair, allowing Keith to see Amara's white neck. He had to growl in his heart because he had to resist his desire to kiss the neck.

An offer he gave.

“May I?” He extended his right hand to Amara.

“Why not?” The girl timpal without a second thought.

He took the glass in Keith's hand and sipped the drink until it ran out.

Keith chuckled at Amara's mischievous behavior.

After enjoying the drink, Amara gave her hand to Keith and then kissed by Keith. This woman smiled triumphantly because she could conquer an alpha. He got out of his chair, ran over to the crowd of people dancing on the dance floor, pulling Keith's hand to follow him.

Of course, Keith willingly followed in his footsteps. Opportunity doesn't come twice, does it?

And it all started. The momentary pleasures that Amara thought could help release her saturation.

Is it true for just a moment?

*****