MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

HIGHLY ACIDIC VINEGAR PART 2

“From previous experience, I've learned to carry a tissue in my bag, Miss Bora.” I retaliated with a courtesy perhaps because of the bad premonition that came my way.

            “Ah what a pity. . I guess I can get close to Author using this handkerchief like Arata did. I'm curious about Author Wallflower who for two years always hid herself, now suddenly appeared. I'm also very curious about Author, because making a very famous Arata and valued by many women can be so admiring Author. ..”

Hearing his words, I as a writer who has done a lot of research, guessing the sentence that will come out after this from Bora's mouth. How can Author get close to Arata?

            “. . . How can Author get close to Arata?” Bora continued her words.

            My guess is absolutely right. This beautiful female lead may hold feelings for Arata or may just want to get close to Arata due to Arata's popularity.

“I'm not as close to Arata as you think Miss Bora. Arata was nice to me because I was his idol writer. He's being nice because he's one of my few fans. Nothing more, Miss. We talked a lot because we met a few times before this shoot and he also talked to me to ask about the script because I happened to be writing it too.”  Because in the past I had a bad experience meeting a typical woman like this, my instincts immediately felt the same danger as I had felt in the past. I tried to say as polite as possible without making Bora suspicious about me and Arata.

            “So apparently. .” Bora pulled out her hand that was offering me her handkerchief. A smile appeared on her lips and I think she was satisfied with the answer I gave. “Who would have thought that Arata who was known to be cold to every woman turned out to be so considerate to Author? But considering Arata idolized Author a long time ago, Arata's attitude does make sense. Just like everyone who is curious about Author, Arata must also be curious about Author.”

            “Bora!!” The shouting of someone from outside the toilet became my savior. “The shooting. . Will start again!!”

            “I understand,” shouted Bora returning a call for her. Before leaving, Bora looked at me with a smile on her face but both her eyes looked at me with a gaze that I might be an enemy that would prevent her from getting what she wanted. “Other times we talk again, Author Wallflower. I'm still very curious about you, Author. I wonder what part of you this is that makes Arata so idolize you even before knowing you.”

            After saying a sentence that sounded more to a warning to me, Bora walked out of the toilet and left me alone. Realizing that Bora was really gone, my legs suddenly went limp and lost all their strength to hold my body.

            Buk.

            I fell down with my hands shaking and broke out in cold sweat. The bad memories of the past that I was trying to bury deeply in the dark corner of my mind, in a short period of time forced out and twisted forcefully quickly in my mind. The bad treatment I received during school and during work resurfaced and made cold sweat drip down my temples.

            At a time like. . I miss Warda. He is the only one who knows my past and my current plight. At a time like this. . I wish Warda was here and hugged me like he did when trying to comfort me or calm me down.

            I tried to stand on my legs, but my legs were still limp and would not move as I ordered. With still shaking hands. . . I tried to find my phone and find someone who might come to pick me up. Only one person came to my mind when I saw the contact list inside my phone: Sena.

            I tried pressing the call button on my phone screen, but my hand that kept shaking didn't want to push that button until I felt making a call that should have been easy was very, very difficult.

            “Author!”

            The familiar voice rang out right behind the wall of the toilet where I was.

            “Author, are you okay? Why so long?? Soon my shaming will begin and you must see it.” The voice repeated the call as I who was waiting and looking for it did not immediately answer the call.

            “Author?? Please answer me! If you don't answer, I'll force my way in after this.”

            “A-ra-ta. .” I finally got back the call. “Bi-sa-kah ka-u ma-suk and band-tu-ku di-ri?”

            I heard footsteps coming from outside the toilet wall. The move sounded even louder as the owner was running towards me. As soon as I saw me sitting in front of the toilet sink, the owner of the footsteps immediately squatted in front with a worried and anxious face. His face slowly turned into fear when he saw both of my hands trembling violently.

            “What happened to you, Asha??”

            At a time like this. . . Arata who used to call me Author now remembers my name and calls my name.

            “Ban-tu a-ku di-ri, Ara-ta. Ka-ki-ku le-mas and ta-ngan-ku te-rus ge-me-tar.” I spoke to Arata with great difficulty.

            Instead of helping me stand up as I asked, Arata took me by carrying me. Her hand touched my waist and her other hand moved towards my hand and placed it over her shoulder to hold onto her. When I got back better later, I had to tell Arata to check his ears because it seemed.

            Hup. Arata managed to carry my body. 

            “Handle tightly, Asha!” arata said as he took the bag and gave it to me.

            “Arata!” This time, I heard the voice of Kak Rama who seemed to catch up with Arata because Arata never returned. Brother Rama immediately put on a surprised face when he saw Arata taking me by carrying me. “What happened?”

            “Asha suddenly limp and cannot stand, I will take her to the hospital now, Brother Rama!!”

            Rama's brother blocked Arata's path. “Can't, Arata!! We are still filming and disrespectful when you leave just like that.”

            “But I have to take Asha to the hospital, sister. Something happened to him, even his way of speaking was interrupted.” Arata insisted on taking me to the hospital and leaving the set.

            “You can't go, Arata!!” Rama still wants Arata to stay on set and finish filming today. “Give Asha to me and I will drive her to the hospital myself. You should still finish filming today, Arata!!”

            This time Kak Rama tried to negotiate with Arata and be wise. Whatever Kak Rama says is true. Arata still has to finish filming and is in charge of his job.

            “Sial!!” Arata cursed with an annoyed face and it was the first time, I saw him angry and helpless.