Bella's Script
Chicken skin Ibra

Playing with color, is still an interesting thing for Ozi. His brain seemed enlightened to see a variety of different colors.

Today, he accidentally replaced all the paint in Bella's house that was mostly dirty and some parts peeling.

Yes, today Ozi and Ibra intend to clean this house. After a long time abandoned, this big house is already like a haunted house left by its inhabitants.

In some parts he deliberately added wallpaper while other parts he painted himself with varied colors. After photography, creating murals with the main topic of 3D images became Ozi's new hobby. He enjoyed every time he scratched a brush on a flat wall surface. His body was covered in paint, not only on his clothes but also on his face and hands.

“Bang, this is the color you requested?” Asked Ibra who was opening a can of paint that he just bought.

Ozi turned to his sister who tilted the paint can to make it look like it was Ozi.

“Iya. That creates a fourth layer later. Lo simple first, do not mix anything.”

“Oh yes, I ask for help, check the handyman in front, whether the canovi masang is really neat or not.” Pinta Ozi is next.

“Okeeyy..” sahut Ibra compliant.

For almost 5 days, Ozi and Ibra have chosen to tidy up the house. They agreed to make this house a place of business other than the house of Ibra and her grandmother. Ozi color some rooms with aesthetic to impress more alive and attract the attention of consumers. He also wants when Bella enters this place, he no longer remembers her trauma.

Ozi's body began to recover, making this man did not feel at home silent in the house. He does whatever he can do. For heavy work, he asked for help from a handyman but for detailed work such as painting the room, polishing it also rearranged the arrangement, becoming the part that Ozi took over.

All this work makes Ozi's body feel healthier and fresher. After a while he stayed at home, feeling his body often in pain, now he is free to do anything. This body is like a new shell to itself.

“Bang! There are guests!” ibra's call from outside made Ozi pause his work.

“Nak a guest. My time in say guest.” The Inca protest brought some food crackles in his hands.

“Yes already, special inter-message service!” timpal Ibra then chuckled.

He got a small punch on his shoulder from the Inca. This little boy could have teased her.

From where he stood, Inka could see Ozi who started to put his paintbrush as well as his gloves.

“Come in!” he said, allowing the shy girl to come closer.

“Makasih Mas..” Inca rushed to Ozi.

“Waaahhh... really cool Mas Bima..” praise Inka when seeing the combination of paint made by Ozi on the wall surface. He stepped forward, then back and forward again. His perspective on the image simply changed with the rhythm of body movement and the distance he took.

“Gilaaakk, from a different distance the visible effect is also different. How can I do mas?” Inka was stunned by the three-dimensional paint creations made by Ozi.

Ozi simply smiled, taking some distance to look at his own work.

“This will be a VIP spot of visitors. What do you think, Lo?” tanya Ozi who enjoys seeing her own work.

“This will be a favorite spot. Later I'm the same Bella can help make room this is not Mas?” The Inca pointed to an empty space that had not been altered by Ozi.

“Please. Space arrangement is not my expertise, you guys just set.” Tymphal Ozi.

“Iya Mas's. Later I try to think of the concept, if it is the same color as the wall like gini.” The inca was enthusiastic.

For a while Ozi looked at the room. Before being neatened like this, there are still many photos of Bella and Rangga as well as her bandmates, attached to the wall. And now he has changed it completely. It no longer feels stifling.

“According to you, Bella will still be traumatized not with this house?” Ask Ozi suddenly.

He looked at a family photo in one corner. The face of Bella when she got married that she looked at.

“Emmm. In addition to having changed a lot from this house, Bella has also made peace with her past. I'm sure he won't remember his trauma continuously.” The Inca were full of confidence.

Ozi nodded smallly hearing the girl's words. I don't know since when they started to like to exchange ideas and this is very interesting for Ozi.

“Such a cake!” inner Inca without being able to take her eyes off Ozi.

“Lo bring what?” Tanya Ozi who made the Inca disperse her daydream.

“Hah? Oh this, food. Bella said Mas Bima was like Ibra all day here, so I brought food.” Inka memeshow the crackle in her hand.

“Hem, I'm the same Ibra did not eat.” I'm Ozi.

“Okey, if so, Mas Bima wash your hands first, I ready the food.”

“Iya.” Ozi went to wash his hands while the Incas prepared the food he brought.

“Dek, eat first!” he also called out to Ibra who was outside.

“Ready!” Ibra immediately entered, like a child who was offered a meal and was hungry, making the young man immediately run and leave all his work.

“Wah fried chicken!” he cried, for a moment when passing through the Inca.

“Enya cepet hand wash. The chicken will escape!” the Inca babble made Ibra laugh.

Not only that, Ozi also shared a smile in his place.

Finished cleaning themselves, they immediately gathered at the dining table. The existence of furniture before, it turns out to be a lot of help for Ibra and Ozi. They dine voraciously at the dinner table that Bella used to use for dinner with her friends. Akh, it's been a long time.

Paying attention to Ozi eating, became an interesting thing for the Inca. The movement of his hands was very slow, bringing food into his mouth and then while his gaze never shifted from Ozi who was so enjoying his food.

“Gue is the same brother like kak?” Ibra changed her sitting position and ate in Ozi style.

Inka's elbow almost slipped because it was shocked by Ibra's question.

“I-Iya..” Quickly Inka lowered her head. Shame as well because Ozi glanced at him.

“Kalo so, why only my brother who you see?” Ibra laughed loudly without a sound. Apparently that was a question of persuasion.

Glad to make the Inca clumsy and glared sharply at him.

“Nforget aja!” grunt while putting one chicken thigh on Ibra's plate.

“Ha ha ha ha..” Ibra spelled out her laughter, it was nice to make her turn and glance at the Inca.

“Demen she is the same lo.” she said giggling when obtained by Ozi.

Not chiming, Ozi prefers to take the chicken skin that was on the edge of the Ibra plate and eat it.

“ABAANGG!!!! It was purposely I concluded for me to eat later tau!” pissed off.

But Ozi did not bother, he instead deliberately chewed it violently in the presence of Ibra making the younger brother even more upset.

“Eat him if you eat, don't mostly talk!” ozi's advice to his sister. Satisfied to prank Ibra to be upset like this.

“By the way can't but stare can. So yeah?!” it could be that Obra chimed to make the Inca who was looking at the man of his dreams should be bowed down to shame.

“Not a lo affair!” sahut Ozi glanced at the embarrassed Inca himself. He stared back at the Inca who then gave a small smile without being able to hide the red hue on her cheek.

Ibbraaaa, don't be naughty deck!

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