MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S
PSYCHOPATHIC ACTOR PART 3
Because I froze and did not answer her questions directly, Arata ordered a burger to prop up my hungry stomach for a while. Arata also ordered hot chocolate instead of coffee because remember what I said yesterday that I didn't eat. Along the way to the hospital, Arata drove more slowly just so I could eat quietly and not rush. Every now and then he would glance at me, just to make sure I ate the burger properly.
Once the burger and hot chocolate run out, Arata gave me a tissue and then stepped on the gas pedal of his black sports car and raised the speed of his car again just like the first time we left.
How should I assess this situation, I don't know. There are many possibilities in my mind: perhaps Arata is a typical man who is kind to all women, perhaps Arata is a typical good man who does not have the heart with anything, maybe Arata is a typical helpful guy. But all those thoughts were just wiped out because some of Arata's actions to me crossed his line. Until now besides judging him as a psychopathic actor, I can't judge him anymore.
“We're here.”
Arata parked his car and walked out quickly from inside the car. I thought he got out of the car quickly because he wanted to hide himself from people who might know him. But he just moved towards the car door where I sat and opened the door for me.
“Te-thank you.” I walked out of Arata's car and waited for Arata to close the door. Suddenly I remembered the important thing I should have brought when I was visiting someone. “Ahhh how can I forget about it!!!!!”
“What did you forget, Author??”
“Call me Asha! I don't want people to know if I'm a writer here.” I cast a sharp glare towards Arata who was still wearing glasses, a mask and a black hat on his face.
“Alright, Asha. What have you forgotten??”
“I'm so stupid! I should have asked you to stop at the fruit shop to buy a fruit basket for Warda!” I answered while hitting my head a few times
Arata put his hand over my head and made his hand hit from my hand. Spontaneously, I stopped my hand for accidentally hitting Arata's hand. “Why did you put your hand in there and get it hit by me, Arata?”
“I just don't want you to hurt yourself, Asha. Therefore. . I put my hand there and protect your precious head. . . ”
I was almost touched by Arata's words but hearing the continuation of that sentence, I regretted my feelings that were too shallow.
“. . . What if you suddenly become a fool and can't write a novel anymore? If that happens, I will have trouble because it will be difficult to find a book that can make me interested.”
I shook off Arata's hand trying to protect my head. I was eager to curse at Arata, but I remember once again that Arata was not someone I could find trouble with. I took a deep breath before finally exhaling it tightly to vent my annoyance.
“Already, I'm tired of arguing with you. We have to go see Warda. Come!!” I passed Arata and walked towards the inside of the hospital building.
“Yes, Asha!”
While walking into the hospital, I called Warda and asked him the number of rooms where he was being treated. I also coded Warda to keep up his appearance because I came with Arata and not with Sena. I hope that Warda can understand and not blame me for not telling her the arrival of her beloved Arata-idola.
At the door of the hospital, someone was standing waiting for our arrival with a fruit basket and parcel containing baby equipment and needs. He is the manager of Arata named Rama.
“You've arrived, Brother?” greeting Arata with his hands up greeting Rama.
“Yes, Arata. I brought the request you asked. Fortunately some shops open early and I can have them make what you ask for. Why so suddenly?”
Arata looked at me. “Sorry, Brother. Suddenly I changed my mind because of this someone beside me.”
“Good morning, Miss Asha.” Rama greeted me politely.
“Pa-morning, .” I had wanted to call Arata's manager with the same call as Arata, but I suddenly felt that the call was a little awkward because I didn't talk to him much before. “How should I call Mister?”
“Then let me repeat. Good morning, Brother Rama.” I smiled at Rama's polite speech and at the same time looked friendly. After replying to Brother Rama's greeting, I looked towards Arata with a sharp gaze. “Why didn't you tell me if you told someone to buy something for Warda?? Should have. . I didn't hit my head earlier.”
“Didn't I just manage to stop your unnecessary actions, Asha? Well now thank me for my kindness.”
I threw my face away and looked at Rama with a smile. Unlike Arata's request, I thanked Rama instead of Arata. “Thank you for coming, Brother Rama. Thank you also for bothering to come with the two items.”
“Sama-sama,” Reply Rama.
“Asha, what about me? Why not thank me? Brother Rama came and brought the two things because I asked for them. Should you also thank me??” arata Protest.
I ignored Arata's protest by walking into the hospital and began searching the room where Warda was being treated. Arata continued to follow right behind me still by continuing to protest me just out of gratitude. While Kak Rama who carried two items in his right and left hands helped me ask the receptionist about the location of Warda's nursery and walked beside me while looking for Warda's room. Every now and then I see a small smile on the lips of Brother Rama because I hear Arata's silly protests that are not stopped.
Arriving in front of our destination room, I opened the door and was about to congratulate Warda for the first birth of his son. But as I should have guessed, Warda ignored and excited himself for seeing Arata walking right behind me.
“Kyaaaaaaaa. . . . . Am I dreaming, Asha?? You came here with Arata???”
“You don't dream of Warda,” reply me while approaching Warda and Warda's husband sitting beside Warda's bed. I greeted Warda's husband and congratulated him. “Congratulations for the birth of his first son, Mr. Yusuf.”
“Thank you, Miss Asha. Thank you also for being willing to come here and visit my wife.” Warda's understanding-looking husband then got up from his seat and gave me his chair. “Sit here, Miss Asha. I'll leave you guys to have a chat with Warda.”
“Thank you, Mr.”
Warda's husband came out of Warda's nursery and gave us the privacy to talk to Warda and let his wife go a little crazy seeing the arrival of his beloved Arata.
“This is for Miss Warda.” Rama handed over two of his carry-on baskets at the table next to Warda. “And congratulations for the birth of his first son, Miss Warda.”
“Te-thank you very much, Mr. Rama.” Warda looked at me, pulled my hand and forced me to come closer to him. “Why didn't you tell me you came with Arata?? I so do not dress up and make Arata see my messy face.”
“I already gave you the code earlier when I asked your room number right?? You don't understand it?”
“I brought a lucky star as your birth gift.”
Warda didn't seem to understand what I was saying when she had previously labeled Arata as my lucky star.
“Who would have thought the lucky star you were referring to was Arata? And again, how could you bring Arata here to visit me, Asha??” Warda interrogated me with two questions because he saw the strangeness that happened to me. Warda knows very well how I am who always rejects the existence of strangers and people who have high popularity like Arata.
“The story is long, Warda. I can't“
“How are you doing, Miss Warda??” Arata seemed to know that I was reluctant to tell him that he was my new neighbor. Arata quickly assessed my situation and cut my words by asking questions to Warda. Arata seemed to know that Warda would distract him from me if Arata opened his mouth and asked himself.
“Ba-well, Mr. Arata. Very good.” Warda instantly ignored me as soon as Arata asked her and made it seem as if she wasn't there because her busy eyes were looking towards Arata.
