MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

PSYCHOPATHIC ACTOR PART 4

            Half an hour we were there and for half an hour it was a long time for me. But not for Warda. Seeing Arata for Warda will never be enough. Even Warda completely ignored the existence of me and Rama, because it was enchanted with the charm of the smile of his beloved Arata-idola.

            “Sorry. .” Rama cuts off the conversation between Arata and Warda. “Because after this, I still have my job please leave, Miss Warda.”

            “Ah really??” After half an hour, Warda finally recalled the whereabouts of Rama, Arata's manager.

            “Yes, Miss Warda. Once again.. . Congratulations on the birth of his first son and may you both continue to be healthy.”

            “Sure. . . Thank you for coming Mr. Rama.”

            After saying goodbye, Rama came out of Warda's room and I did the same thing with what Rama had just done: say goodbye to Warda.

            “I also have to go back, Warda. Today I should have checked out my novel that Sena had examined. But because of someone. .” I glanced sharply at Arata and Arata only replied to me with a smile on his lips despite knowing he was the one I was talking about. “I should probably look for Sena.”

            “Ah. . true too. Yesterday Sena also told me about it. What about your scenario script? Already done??”

            I nodded my head. “Already, although I had to not sleep for a few days to work on it. Writing a screenplay is much more complicated than writing a novel.”

            “Isn't that good? You have new experiences and maybe in the future you will often write screenplays for your other novels that may also get the opportunity to be adapted into films or series?”

            “If it happens. . I hope you quickly return to your work and help me, Warda.”

            “Oh come on, Asha. It's only been over a month and you've missed me??”

            “Yes, I've missed you. You satisfied??” my reply. “Before I leave, can I see Auriga first? I wonder what it looks like?”

            “Hahaha. . You still can't see clearly because he's still reddish. But. . . You can see Auriga and if you can invite Arata too. .” Warda looked towards Arata and smiled as if saying something that only he had said in his heart. I know what Warda is saying in his heart right now, he must be hoping that his son-Auriga will be similar to Arata.

            “Alright, I will also invite Arata.”

            Because I say goodbye to Warda, Arata does the same. He said goodbye to Warda and gave the gift that Warda wanted the most: taking pictures with Arata.

            After taking some photos, Arata and I say goodbye to Warda once again before finally coming out of Warda's nursery. As soon as Arata and I came out, I saw the arrival of Sena who should have come with me.

            “Where have you been, Sena?” manyworry. “I contacted you several times and did not get an answer. I thought you weren't going to visit Warda.”

            “Sorry, Asha. Since I accidentally brought the company documents, I returned briefly to the company to return them therefore I came a little late,” explained Sena. “Ah the manuscript I have checked has been sent via email, please read it.”

            “I understand.”

            “Then. . . This.” Sena gave me the breakfast box she had bought for me. “Breakfast you asked for earlier.” 

            “Thank you very much, Sena and sorry. . . I should have gone with you if it wasn't for this person beside me.” I looked towards Arata who had reattached his mask, sunglasses and black hat on his face and head to make people not recognize him. Looking at Arata, I remember Arata intending to visit his family. “Didn't you say you wanted to visit your parents, Arata? You can go now, I can go home together with Sena.”

            Arata pulled my arm again just like he had done to me before.  “No. I brought you here and I will take you home safely.”

            Sena approached me and asked in a slightly smaller tone of voice. “Can he be Arata-si famous actor who guest starred on your show??”

            I nodded my head. “That's right, he's Arata the famous actor.”

            “Ba-how did you come along with him??”

            “The story is long. Later. . . when you come to my apartment, I'll tell you.” I tried to let go of Arata's grip on my arm, but just as before Arata continued to hold my hand and the grip grew tighter as I tried to let go.

            “Sure, you can come tomorrow, Sena.”

            After saying a few sentences, Sena and I separated. Sena went into Warda's room to visit her and I along with Arata walked towards the room where the babies were. As soon as Sena disappeared from before us, Arata instantly let go of his grasp on my hand and let me walk uninterruptedly from her.

            For about ten minutes Arata and I saw Warda's son Auriga.  As Warda said, his son still looks reddish and I still can't see if the baby will grow up handsome like Arata or grow handsome like his father Joseph.  But deep in my heart. . I hope that Auriga will one day grow up handsome like her Father-Joseph. Because if Auriga grew up handsome like Arata, people would probably think Auriga was not the son of Joseph but the son of Arata. Warda was absolutely ridiculous in wishing that his son would grow up handsome like Arata and not like his father. Though in my opinion, Yusuf is no less handsome than Arata. What sets them apart is their profession and the makeup factor that is always attached to Arata's face.

*

            A week later.

            Asha had to wake up from her sleep in a hurry after falling asleep last night at two in the morning because she was busy fixing the script of her novel. Unlike Warda, Sena-editor Warda's replacement is much stricter and more thorough in examining the script of Asha's novel. Even to examine how Asha portrayed life in her novel, Sena made many miniature mockups for each depiction of life in Asha's novel. Even every road in Asha's novel, Sena makes it into the city plan so that the storyline of Asha's novel really looks real. And thanks to that continuous improvement was made during this week until Asha had to correct many sentences that deviated from the image that Asha made.

            This morning. . .must be Asha's plan is to sleep all day in her apartment. Calls from the screenwriter and Warda continuously disturb Asha's sleep and make Asha finally wake up from her sleep.

            “Finally you picked up your call, Asha.” Asha heard Warda's voice that sounded relieved when Asha received a call that was already a dozen times from Warda.

            “Why did you and the screenwriter take turns contacting me, Warda? Did something happen?”

            “This morning, the screenwriter had an accident and had to be rushed to the hospital.”

            “Then. . . What does this have to do with me?” many confused.

            “The screenwriter's legs are broken and he can't move for maybe a month. Therefore. .the director asked me to contact you in order to replace the screenwriter to come to the set.”

            “I?? Why me?? You know well, I hate crowds and I hate having to interact with a lot of people.”

            Asha had wanted to reject the request, but considering the unfortunate incident experienced by the main screenwriter was not something intentional, Asha had no other choice. In addition to. . . Asha knows how Warda forced her with a thousand reasons like a salesman who was offering her goods in various ways.

            As a result. . . This morning Asha was completely out of the fog to arrive at the meeting location where the reading of the script for the first time would begin.

            “Sorry I'm late, Mr. Director. .” Asha immediately apologized to the director upon arriving at the location.

            “I'm sorry, Miss Asha. Actually Miss Warda refused to make you come here because of a lot of personal factors from you. But since we had no backup for the screenwriter, our side was forced to ask Miss Asha to shoot for a month.”

            “I understand, Sir.”

            Together with the director, Asha entered the room where all the actors and actresses of the cast were already sitting waiting for their arrival. Asha sat beside the Director and did not dare to stare towards the cast actors and actresses whom they might be famous actors and actresses that Asha wanted to avoid.

            After the producer, director and assistant director introduced her, it was Asha's turn to introduce herself. Was. . . Asha hopes her introduction will get no response from the cast, but someone shatters Asha's hopes.

            “Greetings, Author”

            Asha, who had not dared to look at the cast, finally raised her head in recognition of the call. As soon as Asha raised her face, Asha saw Arata sitting on the male lead's seat by waving his hand towards Asha.

            “We meet again, Author.”

            Glug. Asha gulps her saliva due to the awkward atmosphere created by the famous actor Arata-si who felt Asha as a psychopath who always had a way to appear before and around her. Why didn't anyone tell me if this psychopathic actor was the lead in this movie???

            Asha could only complain in her heart feeling another misfortune that would come to her.