Bella's Script
Pain

This morning felt really hard for Amara to open her eyes. The sound of his cell phone has been ignored several times. He took a pillow and covered his ears with it. He just wants to spend his day off to sleep, why is it so difficult?

“Ting keg, ting tong!” This time the bell's voice rang out loud, deafening the ears.

“Aaarrgghh!!!” Amara growled in annoyance while rolling around on the bed.

It's a holiday, why are so many people bothering him?

“SIAL!!” His grunts.

He threw a pillow that covered his face and “Brang!!” the sound of falling objects made him really have to open his eyes.

With his eyes still narrowed, he paid attention to the surrounding environment. Clothes were scattered everywhere, traces of make-up still cluttered on the dresser, shoes that were out of place and of course perfume bottles that broke and scattered on the floor hit by his pillow throw.

“SIAL!!! HUWEK!!” Amara immediately rose when suddenly the nausea came due to the smell of perfume that stung. This part smelling the fragrance of her favorite perfume makes stomach acid go straight up into the throat.

He ran towards the sink. “HUWEK!! HUWEKK!!” the digestive residue in his stomach spewed out all.

He gasped for fatigue and weakness. He tried to hold on to the water faucet he was focusing on. Dots of sweat drenched his face which he now looked at in the mirror. His face was pale, like an undead. His hair was messy because the rest of the hair spray that he did not wash last night. Her eyes were black because of the rest of her mascara and eyeliner that she did not clean.

“What exactly is the same as my body?” Amara asked herself.

With his frail body he tried to return to his bed to lay down his body. He slept sideways while hugging the bolster to crack his stomach. When the nausea returned, he immediately took a pillow and then he bit.

“HUW!!” His voice muffled. Thank goodness I didn't vomit.

While panting Amara tried to catch her breath. His mouth still feels sour but he tried to hold it so as not to return to vomiting. His eyes were glazed and red. He held on to the edge of the bed while trying to get up and sit down.

Trouble, finally he managed to get up and sit leaning on the headboard of the bed. His breathing began to calm even though his head was still spinning.

The cellphone flame and phone ringing made Amara squint her eyes. I don't know why he hates the light and the ringing of his cell phone. He thinks it adds to the dizziness.

He glanced at her a little, it turned out that Lisa's name appeared on the screen.

“Tit.” He pressed the answer button and the loud speaker sequentially.

“Araaa…. Where are you going?!” Not yet had time to say anything, Lisa's voice had been heard first.

“Hem,,” Amara says short. He has no energy just to be stale.

“You just woke up? What time is Ra?”

Lisa's question makes Amara see the clock on her wall. It's almost 11 in the afternoon.

“Luck again holiday. From earlier Rangga contacted you very difficult. How many times have I called you so hard. How many couriers ate and finally hung at his food door.”

“Let me take.” The Amara Pause is weak. He tried to get out of bed to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. His throat was dry and bitter.

“Rangga ordered, he wants to go to his parents' house. Papa's sick. He wanted to talk to you but you were hard to call. Passcode apartment also you change yes?” Amara let Lisa keep on sniffing. Also, accompany him to the kitchen.

Amara took a glass of warm water and immediately sipped it.

“Ra, ara...” Lisa called back because there was no answer from Amara.

“I've been drinking.” Roughly put a glass on the table.

“Take all the food in front, afraid it will stale. You haven't had breakfast, have you?” lisa's voice sounded distant.

Amara was already at the mouth of the door and not long heard the sound of the door opening. Sure enough, there were already 2 food chips hanging on the door.

He walked back to the kitchen table. Put the food on the table and he just looked at it. His stomach was nauseated just from smelling food.

“Mba, what gastric medicine does it write?” Amara brought her phone closer to the medicine box that was right next to the refrigerator.

“You sick?” Lisa asked back.

“Yang ijo shell is not it?” Amara chose to ask something else instead of answering Lisa's question.

“The writing is antacid. Stay you chew do not need to use water.”

Amara according to him. He opened the medicine packaging and smelled warm from the medicine. He took it a while ago and he ate. It tastes sweet. One more pack he opened and he ate. Two tablets are now chewed.

“You went to the doctor today? I tried checking in on his doctor's schedule.” Lisa Fresh.

“No need. I just want to rest. I closed ya”

“Eh wait.” Lisa immediately held back.

Amara stared at the door of her own apartment. He hugged his leg which he deliberately brought up onto the chair.

“210473. Date of birth nyokap.” Chalk slowly. I don't know why the tears collected in the corner of his eye and he let it drip.

Lisa was there until she heard Amara's voice. After a long time Amara always avoids when talking about her parents, but this time she instead replaced her apartment passcode with the date of birth of the mother. What the hell is it?

“Let me go there ya.” Lisa at the end.

Amara does not chim. He let the call break by itself. At this time, he just wanted to look at the door of his house while hugging the two legs that he folded in front of his chest. The kunyahan in his mouth the longer it slowed down only with fine grains that he struggled to swallow.

The shadow of a woman now appeared in his mind. Women who always spend their time intoxicated and taking drugs. Maybe only a few moments this woman is aware and behaves like a normal human being. The rest were under the influence of drink.

Once upon a time Amara had just come home from school and found her mother sitting on the sofa. A bottle of drink was in his hand. The woman smiled as she saw Amara coming complete with her dirty school uniform.

“Eh my son has come home. What if there are no more jerks in school? Is your math teacher still a little bit? Need me samperin again to school?” Ask the lady named Lauren.

Amara did not answer. He chose to throw his bag on the bed and open his dirty uniform because of the work of girls at school. Only the remaining underwear are attached to the thin and tall body of Amara.

Lauren smiled little looking at her son's beautiful body.

“Mau mamih know the same one of them mamih? Much money. You don't have to go to high school to make a lot of money.” Lauren said once and then sipped her drink with satisfaction.

Amara ignored him. He took a t-shirt from the closet.

“Sial.” His grunt when he found a new t-shirt in his laundry smelled of liquid belonging to a man. Amara throws a rough t-shirt in her hand.

“Jack is a bit slovenly, later you remember him so as not to disturb the closet lo.” Lauren said casually.

I thought Amara. Amara's anger was already unbearable as she saw her mother only smiling little at her annoyance. He approached Lauren and took a bottle in her hand, but Lauren immediately held Amara's hand.

“What do you want?” Lauren asked with red eyes.

Amara did not answer. He chose to force to take the bottle from Lauren's hand even though he had to fight with his mother.

“Stop being a woman jal**ng!” Hard with annoyance.

“PRANK!!!” Amara threw the bottle against the wall and broke into small pieces that were scattered on the floor with a reddish liquid typical of expensive alcoholic beverages.

The money is very well known Amara. This fastastic precious drink has always been Lauren's daily friend.

“Job!!!” Lauren tried to get up and grabbed Amara's hair for her to snap. Although staggering, the power is large enough just to grab the hair of the child.

“Awh.” Amara pitted softly with teary eyes. He could see flashes of anger from Lauren's eyes looking at him sharply.

“What do you want hah?!” Challenge the woman who is getting stronger grabbing Amara's hair. There was no intention for him to let go of his hand even though Amara was struggling.

“Lo I can live, even though you make me feel dead. I want you to stop meeting the men who can entertain me but now you are more insolent. You also destroyed the only precious thing that could comfort me. What do you want, huh?!” Lauren further tightened her grip making Amara grimace in pain.

Amara gasps to smell the drink from Lauren's mouth.

“DUG!!” Lauren slammed Amara's head into the door.

“Awh! ****!!!” The grunts of Amara were reawakened from her daydream. The memory of the mother is like a recurring nightmare. He could still feel the pain of the blow given by the mother a few years ago. But for some reason, for a while often he missed the woman. The woman who when awakened always treated Amara well.

Make a glass of milk while Amara is studying or making chicken soup while Amara is sick. Amara sniffled in her place.

He got up and headed to his room. He went into the bathroom and flushed his body. After remembering his mother, he always felt that his body was very dirty and pitiful at the same time.

Still clad in clothes, he soaked his body with water from the shower. Her tears came back. He took the soap and soaked his body. I don't know why he felt so upset because his body still felt dirty.

“AARRGGGHHHH!!! ***!!!!” He throws a soap bottle in his hand. He was crying under the water.

“AAAAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!” Again he was screaming hysterically, he was crying. I don't know why all the pain that his mother had given him before was now felt all over his body. More than that, his heart grimaced when he remembered that the woman he hated the most had died. He was not even satisfied to vent his anger on his mother.

“AARRGGHHHH!!!” Again Amara shouted in the room measuring 3x4 meters.

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