Bella's Script
Opting to Go

“Malem mas Devan. Sorry to interrupt the time. Can I talk to you for a minute?” the message was sent to Devan by Jihan.

Devan who just finished bathing and still holding his hair gondrong which finished in the camel.

“Please.” Reply Devan. He threw his towel around and combed his hair with his fingers.

Not changing minutes, Devan's phone immediately rang. Jihan's name reappeared on her phone screen. Especially with this woman. Often sending unclear messages that Devan said were not suitable to be done as a coworker.

Is Jihan approaching him?

“Good night to Devan. Sorry to disturb,..” Jihan's voice sounded soft with a smile growing.

“Iya good night, can I help you?” devan asked formally.

Turn on speaker mode and put the phone on the table. Then he sat on the sofa while reading Bella's script.

“Oh yes, I'm sorry to disturb you at night. There is an important thing I want to talk about, about our film project.” Jihan paused her sentence waiting for Devan's response. This woman knows very well that the object can only walk by discussing the film project.

“Ya, please continue..” indifferently Devan responded. Half his concentration was still linked to the text in his hand.

“Iyaaa, there is a promoter who wants to join us. But I want to discuss it first with Mas Devan. Tomorrow afternoon, can we meet? At lunch precisely.” Bright Jihan.

“Promotor yes?” Devan asked back.

“Iya mas Devan, this is one good step for our project.” Jihan sounds very excited.

“Have spoken to Mr Eko?” Devan asked back.

“Em, I will talk to him, but it seems better to talk to mas Devan first. Because I need input from Devan mas before explaining it to Mr. Eko. Can it be mas? I promise, just for a moment.” Steady Jihan like can not be denied.

“Good.” I don't know what's on Jihan's mind, but in the end Devan agrees.

He wondered what was on the mind of a Producer about the film promoter he would work with.

“Waahh, thank you very much Devan. I'll tell you more for the place.” There was a change in Jihan's cheerful voice.

“Good. Good night.” Tandas Devan's. He immediately pressed the red button on his phone to end their conversation.

“Mas, mas Devaan..” call Jihan on a completely disconnected call. It was obvious that his face was disappointed that Devan had cut off his call.

Why is it so hard to get close to Devan?

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That afternoon, as promised, Devan and Jihan meet at a restaurant. When Devan arrived, there were many food menus on the table.

“Please,” welcome Jihan to let Devan sit down. The man still looks shocked by the amount of food that Jihan ordered.

“Emm, I do not know my favorite food mas Devan, so I order all the best menus in this resto.” It was Jihan who showed her sweet smile.

As per her observations and asks Bella, Devan likes boxed rice. The name of the rice box, of course, the menu can vary, so he decided to order almost the entire menu.

“You are overdone Bu.” Timpal Devan, with his flat expression.

Jihan kept trying to look calm and smile kindly.

“How about we eat first. Lunch time is almost past.” Bring Jihan.

Devan does not refuse when Jihan brings the food closer to him.

“Sorry for making your lunch late.” Said Devan coldly.

He did have to finish some work at the office so that he arrived late to the restaurant.

“Oh it's okay. Please at eat.”

They began to enjoy their lunch together. Devan focuses on the rice and side dishes on his plate while Jihan who occasionally steals looks at the food choices Devan takes and Devan's expression when devouring the food.

It turned out that his facial expression was flat when devouring his food without showing any special interest in certain food menus.

“So which is her favorite food?” inner Jihan.

When they finished eating, there was no conversation between them. The waiter took one plate at a time on the table and tidied it up.

“Can we talk directly on our topic of conversation?” devan asked directly to the point.

“Please enjoy the first dessert of Devan.” Jihan brought a plate of sweet food closer to Devan.

“Thank you. Please convey your point.” It seems Devan is not interested in the sweet food that Jihan offers.

“Oh good.” The woman took out a tab from inside her bag.

Open a page that contains the profile of a film promoter agency. It feels like Devan knows the name of the promoter Jihan showed.

“I met the owner of the best film promoter in Singapore. He invites us to work together.” Jihan said without hesitation.

At first glance Devan looks at the page that Jihan showed. It feels like Devan knows the name of the promoter Jihan showed.

“Don't PH already have its own promoter. It would be illegal if the PH promoter knows you plan to work with another promoter.” Strictly Devan, can not immediately agree.

“For that matter, I will talk to Mr. Eko. It's just, I need Devan's support. Didn't Devan also work with this promoter while in Singapore and make a film by Devan mas became an award winner?” jihan's questioning was full of enthusiasm.

Devan smiled slightly at the corner of his lips.

“Where do you know that promoter?” Devan knows very well that the promoter is a partner where he worked first.

Devan leaned his body on the chair, noticing Jihan who was ready to give a persuasive answer. There was a sense of unease that he felt at this moment.

“From multiple fansbase accounts." Jihan smiled a little.

“I have also communicated with this promoter partner before, but he,”

“Please stop finding out about me.” said Devan suddenly. He had already read Jihan's intentions from the initial explanation she gave.

Jihan looked dumbfounded at Devan's words. The man leaned on Jihan who was still shocked.

“You did not accidentally meet the promoter, but you are looking for me.” Devan looked at the woman coldly.

“Em. I mean,” Jihan tried to give up but she was out of words.

“No need to be interested in anything about my personal, as do I who is not interested in you and whatever your business. The two of us, just coworkers.” Devan Emphatically.

He pulled his body away from Jihan and moved. For him, their conversation is over.

“Devan!” yell at Jihan when she sees Devan leaving.

He immediately stood up and approached Devan who was in his place.

“What's wrong if I'm interested in you?” ask the woman without hesitation. Devan did not turn around.

“I know all about you. Your works, your problems with previous PH and the reason you moved here.” Jihan still didn't give up.

“PH previously may not appreciate your efforts, your achievements. But me and Mr. Eko can do the opposite.”

Devan smiled wryly at Jihan's words. Jihan may know a lot of things, but all she knows is not what's going on.

“Enough, I excuse you.” Devan asserted as he passed away. He was already very uninterested in all his talks with Jihan.

“DEVAN!!” yell Jihan. But Devan had no desire to stop his steps and chose to leave this place.

“AARRGGGHH ****!!!” Jihan's growled with frustration. His face was red with anger.

Devan gives him absolutely no space and opportunity to do more while a Jihan is not someone to just turn down.

*****

Not out of thought, that was what Devan had in mind at the moment. How could a woman like Jihan do such an unpleasant thing for him.

Yeah, finding out is a bad thing for Devan. He felt that his privacy began to be disturbed by things that he had buried deeply.

Too many unpleasant things in his life and make him not to be open to anyone let alone someone foreign like Jihan.

After traveling around Jakarta without a clear purpose, Devan finally stopped at a place that was quite foreign to him. A park that is not too crowded. Only a few people were seen walking around on bicycles, children riding horses around the park or chatting while holding mats.

Devan chose to sit on one of the park benches, looking around. Then he was downcast as his mind linked to his memory before returning to Indonesia.

“You are sure that you decided to go back to Indonesia?” ask the authoritative man Devan used to call Om Alwi.

The middle-aged man looked at him sharply full of probing.

“Iya om.” Sahut Devan firmly.

The man turned his back to Devan. He saw a picture of him with his late sister who was none other than the mother of Devan. His eyes looked sad wrapped in the anger he had stored for many years.

“You'll see him?” again he asked without looking at Devan.

Devan is not flinching. Either he would meet the person Alwi meant or not.

Finding Devan who did not answer him, the man turned back.

“You are aware of the consequences you will get if you return to Indonesia?” the man approached and stood right in front of Devan.

“Iya om.” Devan stared back at Alwi without hesitation.

The man only smiled but it was clear that his smile contained a lot of disappointment.

“What makes you so sure you have to go home and leave everything you have?"

"Is it because of a woman?” he still wants to know the reason Devan insisted on returning to Indonesia even though they had long debated alongside the threat.

“Om says my business is no longer an om business is not it?” challenge Devan.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” the man laughed with annoyed glaring eyes. His hands were clenched but he could not vent.

“You are exactly your mother. Stubborn and disobedient.” Sinis Alwi's.

Devan did not chim in, making the man get closer.

“Also exactly your father who does not know himself.” This time Alwi whispered sarcasm in Devan's ear.

“Hahahhahaha..” he chuckles a little laugh at Devan who looks angry.

His hands were clenched but could do nothing to the man who had raised him.

“Well, if that's your decision. And this is my decision.” Alwi raised his hand, pressed the keypad on his phone and contacted someone.

“Devan Rama Aziz, delete all articles about him. Also removed from Aziz.” family inheritance rights Firmly Alwi while looking at Devan with satisfaction.

Devan didn't budge a bit.

“Thank you om.” He said as he turned around to leave the man who was now harrumphed because he felt betrayed.

He was very confident in his choice that he would return to Indonesia. And here is where he is at the moment.

*****