Bella's Script
Maria

“Inka, wait!” Call Ozi while holding Inca's hand.

He looked at the Inca who was on his back and looked very upset.

“Please me!” The Inca tried to revolt, releasing Ozi's handrails.

“I freelance, but you don't go.” Persuade Ozi in a low voice.

Inka smiled slightly but then her tears just dripped. He looked at Ozi with disappointment.

“Mas Bima intentionally right, invite me here to meet the woman?” Cynical Inca in men who were surprised by his attitude.

Inka looked at Ozi with anger, a gaze that Ozi had never seen before.

“I, sorry if this is too sudden.” Ozi said regretfully. His hands went down to grasp the Inca fingers but the Inca wagged them.

Inka rubbed her face violently. He still did not think, how could Ozi do such an unexpected thing?

“So Mas Bima actually-ener deliberately ngajak women that come here?” search Inca.

Ozi bowed lethargicly, then nodded.

“Akh shit!” The Inca threw his face away from Ozi. He was really disappointed in the man beside him.

He rushed to leave Ozi but still Ozi held him.

“Is it because Bima mas feel I love Bima so much that Bima mas feel entitled to do anything to me? Right to interfere in my personal matters?” Inka just glanced at Ozi sharply.

“Mas Bima know that I hate that woman so much?!!!” Inka exclaimed with a rising voice accompanied by crying.

In an instant, the attention of cafe visitors turned to Ozi and Inca. Those who were all preoccupied with their respective activities, now paid close attention to the interaction of Ozi and Inca.

Ozi and the Inca realized that their debate had attracted the attention of many people. Including the woman who stood tensely at the table in Ozi's message and stared at the two men iu with tears in her eyes.

“Akh shit!” The Inca grunts began to spiral out of control.

He chose to leave and this time Ozi just followed him without holding him back. When the Inca were about to go to the highway, Ozi suddenly confronted him.

“We talk in car.” Said Ozi who looked at the Inca expectantly.

“Can not mas Bima move aside, I do not want to see the face of Bima mas. I am very angry with Bima!” the Inca exclaimed with an uncontainable cry.

“Iya, I know, I'm sorry. But you can't just go. You calm yourself in the car first. Hem's? Please,..” Persuade Ozi as he grabs the hands of the Inca.

Inka looked at her hand which Ozi had grabbed. He shook but still he complied with Ozi's request to get into the car.

“BUK!”

The sound of the door being closed violently by the Inca, was not a surprise to Ozi. But when the Inca looked out and accidentally saw the reflection of his own face in the rearview mirror, he immediately reopened the car door, bent the rearview mirror so as not to point at it and then closed the car door violently.

He hated it when he saw his own face that was so similar to the woman he had seen. His heart grimaced when he realized that this woman was the woman who had come on his birthday and turned all the happy things into miserable in an instant.

The Inca hugged her own body with shoulders that moved up and down as she wept over her current state. He hiccups but still tries to hold back his crying voice so as not to hear many people.

Suddenly, Ozi grabbed his body and carried the Inca into his arms.

“Ssttt,.. I'm sorry dear, I'm sorry.” Whisper Ozi while stroking Inca's hair.

“Huwaaaaa…. I hate Bima, I hate Bima.” The Inca cries finally broke. He beat Ozi's arm slowly and Ozi did not refuse. He even increased his embrace of the Inca.

“I hate that woman too. Why did Bima bring him before me. Whyaaa?!!” The Inca kept talking while crying.

“Iyaa, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.” That was all Ozi could say right now, while hugging the Inca tightly.

He did not expect, that the Inca would be this angry at him. But it is not easy for Ozi to decide to bring the Inca together with her biological mother.

Some time ago, when he played to the Inca apartment, Ozi saw Inka put some photos on the table, one corner of his apartment. Many frames line up there and are filled with photos of him with Ozi, as well as with his friends, including with his three older brothers and parents.

But there is one frame that is empty and fills one of the spaces that are quite hidden compared to the position of the other picture frames.

“It's still empty, why is it on display?” Ask the curious Ozi.

Inka's attention was immediately drawn to the combination of mint-colored ash frame and then looked at him with a smile.

“Mas Bima do not know if there is a photo of me the same woman who gave birth to me.” Said the Inca expectantly. The girl looked at the frame as if she had indeed seen her picture with the woman who was now out of nowhere. This is the most honest Inca expression about her mother.

“Sometimes I wonder, is that woman's hug the same as Saras's madam's hug to Bella?” Inca muttered without taking her eyes off the frame.

Ozi so stared fixedly at the face of the Inca. Like the girl was missing the figure of the woman in her imagination.

“Her cup has its own place in your heart.” Ozi made every effort to understand the Inca's feelings.

The Inca smiled back.

“This woman first and last time came when I had my fifth birthday. I don't remember exactly what his face was like. But with a glance, I realized that I was not born from the same mother as my three brothers.” Inca smiled miris.

“But seeing him kicked out of my birthday and brother Andra's mom who immediately fainted when she saw the woman, I realized maybe he shouldn't even come and get into my new life and make things mess up."

"But stupidly I am, my brain is still thinking, can I know the woman?” reveal the Inca with great sadness.

Ozi saw Inka sighing deeply and exhaling slowly. Although he tried to hide, but Ozi could see the turmoil that was felt by the Inca.

“You missed him?” Ozi grabbed the Inca's hand and grasped it tightly.

“Em,. I don't know. I have never even interacted with him, can my curiosity be considered as miss?” She asked Ozi.

Ozi does not chim. He looked at the woman deeply and anxiously. On his swab Inca cheek gently and Inka kissed Ozi's hand on her cheek.

“Mas Bim, I really want her, does she not regret abandoning me?” Ask Inka lirih. Just this time he looked at Ozi with teary eyes. It's a hard feeling to get into.

And today, Ozi brought the Inca to meet the woman. The woman he met at Wibisono's funeral. A woman who weeps not for the man who fathered the Inca, but for the sorrow of her daughter.

At the funeral, Ozi had lost a female figure who he thought was very similar to his lover. But, a few days from that day, there was someone who contacted Ozi. She claimed to be Mary, the mother of the Incas.

The woman thanked Ozi for taking care of the devastated Inca. Apparently, without Ozi knowing, the woman found out about her daughter. Until he found out that the Inca lived in his house.

The days changed, Maria increasingly contacted Ozi. Several times he asked Ozi for help in order to meet his daughter. Ozi always refused because Ozi was not convinced that the Inca were ready to meet Maria.

But a few days ago, Maria contacted Ozi again. One sentence that made Ozi unable to resist, was when the woman said,

“I'm sick. Help me to meet Inka for the last time.” Said the woman, sobbing.

The heart of which child is not crumpled hears such a mother's plea. Did Ozi now have to make that request to the Inca to get her to meet Mary just once?

“I'm sorry dear. I never intended to hurt you let alone disappoint you.” Ozi said after the Inca calmed down by itself in his arms.

The girl no longer sobbed, but simply leaned weakly against Ozi's chest.

“Didn't Bima know that I hate that woman so much?” The Inca did not move from its place. Stay leaning on Ozi's chest that field.

“If you hate him, why are you leaving? You should have shown him that you were fine without him, so he regretted.” Ozi timpal without any tendency.

The Inca moved from its place, slightly erecting its body so as not to lean too much on Ozi. He lifted his head and looked at the man's face.

“Easy then?” Inka's eyes that were still wet and red were staring at Ozi questioningly.

“No. It won't be that easy.” Ozi rubbed the remaining tears on Inca's cheeks.

“Because not everyone can do it except someone big-hearted like you.” Imbuh Ozi, once then kissed the Inca's forehead and took a sip for some time.

Inka could feel the flow of Ozi's feelings touching her heart.

After some time, Ozi broke his body from the Inca.

“Ka, I am always learning and learning again the way I understand you. The way I know what you like and don't like. I've also learned to understand what might make you hurt or heal.”

“I don't want to, after we get married later, there are still feelings that you hide from me. Whether it's anger, disappointment or maybe frustration that one time accidentally even I reveal because I don't know anything about you. I don't want anything to make me feel like I don't understand you enough and make you feel like I don't understand you enough. I want to start our lives together in a good way.”

“And about this matter, sorry if it turns out that my way is not good enough to do it. I’m. so sorry, I'm sorry.” Reveal Ozi while staring at the sticky Inca.

Inka was stunned for a while while looking at Ozi's face. He realized, in fact Ozi was just trying and he was not ready if one day he would meet a woman who made him always feel wasted and unwanted.

But the presence of Ozi, makes him realize, if there is someone who cares about him, his feelings and the biggest problem. And that man who sincerely intends to marry himself and all that is attached to him.

“Why is it always like this? Always pissing me off and adding love at the same time?” Inca looked at Ozi not understanding.

Ozi smiled slightly. “Can I take this as a compliment?”

“Yes, I think I am indeed praising even adoring mas Bima.” Inca Timpal.

“Because I feel, that I should do everything that is best for us.” Ozi's assertiveness made the Inca riveted.

“You're part of my life, I can't possibly ignore your condition and feelings. I love you.” Imbuh Ozi is no less strict.

After that sentence, Inka raised her hand then rubbed Ozi's lips gently. In the kiss of the lips for a while while closed his eyes. Ozi replied to him, making the kiss a pagutan for a while.

Afterwards, Ozi carried the Inca into his arms. “Looks like I can't wait any longer to marry you.” Reveal Ozi with passion.

“Really?” Inca God.

Ozi broke his arms from the Inca and stared intently at the face of the woman he loved. On his kisses came back Inca lips and the girl gave a small smile.

“Before we got married, I met Maria's mother. Can?” Pinta Inca later.

Ozi does not chim. He embraced the Inca to answer all Inca questions.

In the end, it's not about who we're going to face but rather, how well we prepare to face anyone.

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