MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

HIGHLY ACIDIC VINEGAR PART 1

            “Cut!”

            The next day. . . filming was held in a different location. If a few days before, filming was taken indoors, then this time filming was held outdoors. The film features a scene where the male lead is singing on stage at a school event. Then the female lead stood among the hundreds of others who were watching the show from the male lead.

            Love Like Ectasy is a novel that I created with stories of men and women who had fallen in love with each other in school. They fall in love with each other but eventually their love can only be in the heart because of the interference of others. When the adult female main character hates love and thinks that love is ecstasy that will only make her drunk, lost control, addicted and in the end only feel hurt. While the male protagonist considers love to be the most intoxicating and most beautiful ecstasy in the world. The main character of the man who can not forget his first love continues to wait and hope to return with the main character of the woman like an addiction to ecstasy.

            In the novel I make my readers see how the struggle of the main character of the man who continues to wait until they finally meet again. The struggle of the male lead character does not stop at that point alone, he still has to fight because the female lead characters hate love because of their stories in the past. And right now is a scene where the two still meet and will fall in love with each other.

            “Author,” Arata called me with the call he used to say to me.

            “What?”

            Arata sat again in the chair owned by the assistant director and her director and assistant director did not rebuke Arata's actions. I really want to ask Kak Rama to bring Arata's chair to move here instead of making the assistant director stand waiting when the task is done.

            “What is the reason Author wrote this Love Like Ectasy novel?” After sitting in the chair owned by the assistant director, Kak Rama immediately approached Arata, giving him a handkerchief different from yesterday, drinks and screenplay for the next scene.

            “Why are you curious?” askaku.

            “Just want to know.” Arata drank a drink brought by Kak Rama and then gave two bottles of drink towards me and towards the director who was sitting not far in front of me. “This is for Author and this is for Director.”

            “Thank you, Arata,” replied the Director while receiving a drink from Arata. “After this. .be prepared for the scene get off the stage and be careful when descending. Understand?”

            “Understanding.” After hearing the direction from the director, Arata again looked at me who was just silent while holding a bottle of drink from him. “Why not drink, Author?”

            “Ah, yes. I'll drink it, later. I'm still not thirsty.” Because of our previous conversation regarding the pestle, I tried hard to avoid the direct gaze between me and Arata. I felt a bad feeling, plus my mind kept telling me to be careful around Arata. Since Arata is an actor, sometimes I might misread his expression and tone of speech.  I can't get carried away just because of the words that come out of his mouth when he just intends to tease me or just wants to be close to me like what most fans do.

            “Author hasn't answered my question. Why not answer it?”

            I flinched from my daydream and immediately turned my face to look at it. “What questions?”

            As soon as I turned my head and looked directly at his eyes, Arata's index finger seemed to have been waiting for my reaction and was right in the direction of my forehead when looking at him. The tip of Arata's index finger touched my forehead.

            “Finally Author saw and looked me in the eye directly.”

            Spontaneous. . I immediately pulled my face away from her index finger and touched my own forehead. “That hand, can't it be in its place properly and correctly?”

            “Where is that good and true place?” ask him back to me.

            I set an example by putting both my hands on my feet. “Like this.”

            “Hahahahah. . . alright I will according.”Arata pulled his hand and placed it on his two feet as I did. “So what's the answer, Author? What was the reason you wrote this novel?”

            “If you want to know tell me, why do you like my writing and novels?”

            “Should I answer that to get an answer to my question, Author?”

            I nodded my head. “Yes, you have to answer it if you want me to answer your question.”

            “But. . I first asked Author. Isn't this unfair, Author??" As usual, Arata protested my words when he didn't.

            "Life is also unfair, but people still love the world and the life in it, Arata.” I put the drink that Arata gave me into my bag and got up from my seat.

            “Author where to go? Though I've been sitting here and accompanying Author so as not to get bored on set.” Once again. . . Arata issued a protest that I thought was ridiculous, because I never once asked him to sit near me and accompany me who was bored. Wait a minute. . . .

            I who just got up from my seat stared at Arata who was looking at me with protesting eyes. So. . The reason this bitch always sits in the assistant director's chair when she has to wait for the next shoot is because she sees me bored?? Who will believe his words. The annoying Benalu was sitting there because he wanted to tease me, not accompany me. Remember, Asha! In the eyes of that shitty bitch, you're one of those fun games. Ever since Arata said he would be a benefactor in my favor, I made a warning to myself to be careful of Arata.

Because after all. . . we will not be able to know what is in the human mind. His mouth may be sweet, but who knows if his heart says something bad. From past experience.. . . I've learned enough about this.

            “Wait! Where is the author going? Can't you see this effort of your fans who are willing to sit here with you??”

            I came to my senses from my little daydream and stared intently at Arata who was still throwing his protests at me. “I just want to go to the toilet, satisfied??”

            Why go to the toilet, I have to have trouble because this bitch sucks???, I said in my own mind.

            “Should I accompany you, Author??” This time, I saw a smile on Arata's lips and I knew he was teasing me right now.

            I ignored Arata and spoke to Brother Rama who had been silent since then and saw the two of us. “Sister Rama, did Brother bring duct tape?”

            “No, Miss Asha. Does Miss need it? I can ask her to the crew, if Miss needs it?”

            “No need, Brother Rama. Next time, I'll just bring it myself.”

            “Then may know what Miss need it for??”

            I glanced sharply at Arata while answering a question from Kak Rama. “I want to shut this shitty bitch up and make her stop saying anything unnecessary, Kak.”

            After saying that, I went straight to the toilet to wash my face and relieve the drowsiness that attacked me. Byurs. I wet my face with water flowing from the faucet while looking at my face in the mirror in front of me.

            “Author can use this.” Suddenly someone thrusts a handkerchief at me.

            “No need, I brought a tissue.” I picked up my tissue and saw the face of the hand that thrust the handkerchief at me. Bora, the female lead in the movie Love Like Ectasy.

            “Author can use this rather than a tissue that might stick to Author's face. Didn't Author also use Arata's handkerchief? Why can't you use mine??”

            Hearing her words, my mind reminded me of how several times Bora threw her sharp gaze at me when Arata came to me. In a short time, I felt a bad feeling run through my entire body.