Bella's Script
For PH

The journey to Bella's office was filled with silence. Bella is happy to reply to a message on her phone. Sometimes he smiles and often frowns. Meanwhile, Devan remains focused on the streets he passes.

The last red light made their journey stop. The sound of Devan's cell phone ringing continues to be heard, but it seems this man has no intention of answering it.

Bella's attention became distracted on the screen of the phone that lit up and only appeared to someone's number without a name written.

“Jawab first cake, really noisy tau.” Fierce Bella after the second ring was ignored Devan .

“Important.” Sahut Devan is short.

Bella breathes rough, her focus reciprocates the message is really broken.

“If people contact you, let alone many times, it means important. Regardless of the importance to you or even make him doang. Teteps must be answered.” Timpal Bella with fire.

“Egois really dong if the importance for him doang and I was forced to answer.” Sahut Devan turned his face out the window.

The light was green and he had to step on the gas pedal.

“Gak kita concept dodol.” Bella doesn't want to lose.

“Lo has justified people before you know the reasons of others. Such thoughts are more selfish.” Its effects.

“You mean now I'm justified selfish just don't want to answer the phone?” devan's question turned out to make Bella only able to open her mouth without making a sound.

Devan smiled faintly, it could also make Bella not chimed in her words. But it is not exciting also if Bella immediately silent as she thought.

“Lagian, I'm driving again. Can't answer the phone while driving. It is in Law Number 22 of 2009 on Traffic and Road Transport (LLAJ), precisely in Article 106 paragraph (1) which reads: ”

“Enough! enough is enough!!" once the talk directly issued the legal product, just pissed off.

"Helooo, what century are you from? Nowadays, there is a technology called headset, headphone or sound system for cars that can make you answer the phone even though it is driving. Or do I need to hold the phone?” ledek Bella's.

“But all that technology does not make our attention does not switch right?” there's just an answer Devan, it seems like this man really intends to argue with Bella.

“Yes if you feel your attention is diverted, you can step aside first. Answer the phone first, halaaawww, sorry with who yaaa? Is there anything I can help you with? I'm sorry I'm driving, I'll call you later... Easy right?” bella berak.

“And make you bad luck?” sela Devan turned her head to Bella and looked at her for a while.

Bella is out of words. “Are you serious?” tanyanya seaya chuckles.

“Lo doesn't answer the phone just because I'm late?” continue in disbelief.

Devan shakes. “Making a promise to make nganter lo safely, that's more important.” Devan Emphatically.

Bella smiled again, shaking her head.

“Promise, ohh promise yaa...” wail Bella while staring at Devan.

Arriving at the office gate, Devan's car stopped. They were both silent with their own thoughts.

“I need not ingetin, if you used to make promises to me but until now do not seem to feel guilty about breaking the promise, even you do not look intent to apologize.” Bella said solemnly.

For a while he stared fixedly at Devan, looking at the sharp black bead and was no stranger to him. The man turned his face away.

“Do you need a dozen years until you realize that the promise is important?” bella's toilet.

Devan was silent. For a moment, he returned Bella's gaze, which showed disappointment before finally choosing to look the other way.

Finally Bella just smiled thinly.

“Still make the ride. You do not need an appointment to pick me up later in the afternoon, I can promise that I will return home safely without the need to ngerepotin lo.” Rigorously. He gave a word affirmation to every word “Janji” he said.

Then Bella got off the car and “Shelf!” he closed the car door quite hard.

Devan was still in his place. Looked at Bella who was walking quickly to her office. In front of the entrance the woman paused for a moment. Maybe sigh to neutralize his mood.

And in her place, there was a sense of unease that Devan felt as Bella discussed the promise. Old memories like preparing to reopen and this time may never be closed because he was right near someone he had promised in the past.

So this time he cannot promise something so that others will never be disappointed in him?

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Bella POV

I still don't think about the man who drove me this morning. Yes Devan.

Remembering his name, I still feel very angry at the man. Not just now, but long ago.

“Temen brother will return to our home, I am sure you will also be seneng.” Bang Ozi's words a few days ago are true.

There would be someone coming home and he said he would stay a while in our house before Mr. Ozi was convinced that he could live comfortably on his own.

Huh, home?

Haha.. I want to laugh when I hear that word. That home for me is the return of someone who has a home that he had left behind and came with all his longing for home.

And a Devan, for me it's not coming home. Home should have a place to go and he doesn't have one. Our house cannot be called a house for people like him who can come and go as they please without saying goodbye and excuse me.

After all, he did not come with all the yearning he carried, but came with awe.

Aaarr!!! I felt like I wanted to get angry when I saw that masculine face in front of me. Why is there no sign that he regrets ever leaving? I didn't finish thinking.

“BELSKY!!!!!”

Holy hooch! I jumped when the Inca voice was so loud near my ear.

“Aaan anyway?! Speaking slowly can times!” i'm pissed.

“Yeeeyyy yes anyways I called from earlier lo diem aja. Even chat with bang Romi who keeps typing but do not send also.” The Inca protests were upset.

I just realized, if I have been typing ever since, replying to the message bang Romi, this twin bang Roni. This is how to open a chat on the computer, all plastered real and clear. The Inca can read it.

“Iya sory, I have more thoughts.” I closed my computer screen to focus on the Inca.

“Thinking what the hell, so serious?” The Inca pointed at my forehead which was always wrinkled when thinking seriously. He massaged it slowly to break the wrinkles on my forehead.

“Some work only. What's up?” I sighed deeply enough to neutralize my uncertain feelings.

“This, the property of the clothes we pesen yesterday, is ready. But he said he couldn't come here. Do we use couriers?” complaining and immediately giving a solution is indeed the habits of the deft Inca.

“Ship cost, who is gigging?” when it comes to spending I'm sensitive.

“Yes I'll ask them, because we buy a lot. Mandatory on their responsibility!” The Inca answered confidently.

We do both calculate the production cost problem, because this must be accountable to our Boss later.

“Not because we shop a lot ka, but because we ask for the point of delivery until the office. If the problem is they can not send because of their trouble, yes it must be their responsibility that the goods until here safely.”

“Without one anything.” Inka completes my sentence.

“Gue agrees!” he nodded while giving a thumbs up.

“In that case, I contact again tuh people so as to deliver the goods safely until here.” Not forgetting that he patted me gently on the shoulder before leaving.

“Okey, thanks.” My solute.

“It’s my job bestie.” He could have chimed in.

I just smiled faintly at the manner of the Inca. He immediately did what he planned, calling the distributor of the goods we ordered.

My attention was diverted to the notification of incoming messages in my chat.

“Bell, to my room for a moment. There's something we need to discuss.” Apparently the message was from Mr. Eko.

“Good sir.” My reflexes. I don't like to see incoming messages that I haven't read.

I took my ipad with my phone. “Ke pak eko first bentar.” Whisper me to the Inca who's still on the phone.

The girl simply nodded while brandishing her thumb a sign of agreement.

In Pak Eko's room there were already several production people present.

“Mission pack.” My permission to Mr. Eko.

“Iya bell, enter.” as usual sir Eko patted a place nearby, the usual place I sat.

“Still sir.”

“We started aja yaa..” Pak Eko's voice sounded serious made us immediately nodded in agreement.

“Sinetron we are currently working on by adit, will soon wrap. And our producer, feels the soap opera rating this time is not too good. He said the groove was too predictable. I hope, we can start talking for the next project.”

Mr. Eko's breathing sounds heavy. He looked at us one by one like he was asking for support.

One of the risks when our program rating is not too good is that we will lose many investors and cooperation offers from some well-known brand ads. This of course makes us have to think hard about the cost when starting the next project.

It is undeniable, before we can get a good rating, the production cost of our program will be very large and it is the responsibility of PH to maintain the continuity of our other projects. Then of course this greatly disturbs the mind of Mr. Eko as well as the team, including me.

“In addition, one of our directors will also be released later this month due to health problems, but fortunately I have received an answer from one of the partners for the recommendation of a new director.” We were able to breathe a little at the same time.

“He is still young but his track record is very good. We just need to adapt to our system. And Bell,” he immediately looked at me.

“Ya pack?” the middle-aged man looked at me fixedly for a moment like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

“There can I help?” maybe this way Mr. Eko can be directly open.

For a moment he turned his eyes to Melisa and the woman bowed. I don't really understand what their gazes mean, maybe they've talked before.

“There are new story ideas not create soap opera program?” deg, I was expecting it and it only made me smile.

I got Melisa and she looked back at me trying to calm down.

It's always been like this. When Melisa the script writer runs out of ideas, Mr. Eko will ask for my idea. A complete synopsis with the plot is usually and will then be developed by Melisa.

Actually I always feel stolen, especially when the story I made was not in accordance with the development made Melisa.

Melisa's goal is to dramatize the plot that I create while I want the meaning of every storyline that I create not just romance.

But again, I love this PH so much that everything I can do to contribute to this PH will I do. Although I had to volunteer I gave my story line. People know the story as made by Melisa and I shut up enough after getting a fifth of the royalties.

Yeah, this is what always happens.

“There's a pack.” Akuku's.

My brain is hammering and my fingers can not stand still, like the right combination to produce a story work that can sell.

“Okey!” mr. Eko immediately returned the spirit. Just look at his smile that was growing as he looked at me.

While Melisa, akh has it. He seems to hate me so much now.

Your brain is stuck, why am I wrong?

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