MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

HIGHLY ACIDIC VINEGAR PART 3

            Despite feeling like leaving, Arata finally relented and accepted Kak Rama's proposal. However, Arata himself who took me in his car got into my car.

            Clik. Arata put a seatbelt in my chair. “After filming ends, I'll catch up with you soon, Author. Wait for me.”

            I looked into Arata's eyes. Looking into her eyes at this moment, I knew that Arata was currently feeling despair, annoyed, worried and anxious. That eye gaze was the eye gaze I used to see in dramas where the male lead felt like she was going to lose the female lead from her life. And my question is why is he looking at me with those eyes? Why is he looking at me with eyes he shouldn't have done to me?

            “Sister Rama, I'm heading Asha.”

            “I understand, Arata. Later. . . as soon as I get there, I'll call you.” Brother Rama sat in the driver's seat of my car and started to start my car engine. “Good while filming and don't bother Nara. Remember that!! Then tell the director if Miss Asha is unwell and has to leave.”

            “I understand.” Arata answered Kak Rama's words while closing the car door by my side.

            Brother Rama started to step on the accelerator and the car that took me started to walk away. From the rearview mirror, I saw Arata who was still standing looking towards the car that was carrying me still with the same gaze.

*

            Narrator’s POV

            “What happened?? Where's arata going?” Bora who had been getting ready for filming had started to feel upset about waiting too long for Arata.       

            “Bora.” Manager Bora: Ulfa, finally returned after finding out what happened until the filming was delayed for a few minutes because Arata did not return.

            “What happened??” bora asked in a thin tone because she felt really upset waiting. Bora hopes the filming process will soon pass and change to the day where she and Arata will show a kiss scene.

            “The screenwriter, Miss Asha seems to have collapsed in the toilet and Arata found her. Was. . . Arata insisted on canceling filming because he wanted to drive Miss Asha himself to the hospital.”

            Bora bit her lip in annoyance. The writer collapsed after my words. Was it a coincidence or did he deliberately do it to reply to my words?? “Then. . . now, has the filming been cancelled??”

            “No, Bora. Arata is back together with his makeup artist-Nara. While the manager, Rama, went to deliver Miss Asha to the hospital. Earlier, said the crew who saw the incident, Arata even carried Miss Asha himself up to his car and refused to let the Rama-manager who carried Miss Asha. Arata really idolizes Miss Asha to want to hold her own,” explained Ulfa with enthusiasm while imagining the story to be a scene she saw in Korean dramas.

            Buk. Bora hit the handle on her chair from feeling annoyed. Damnit damnit!! That writer doesn't seem to be the plain writer I thought he was. He's also after Arata like I did. He must have taken advantage of the fact that Arata liked his books and idolized him.

            “What's up, Bora? Why are you suddenly upset??”

            “I'm annoyed at waiting too long!!” Bora vented her anger at her innocent Ulfa-manager. I cannot underestimate the author. If I don't move quickly, the damn writer will take Arata and make him his girlfriend.

            “Come let's start filming!!” The director shouted when he saw Arata already appearing on set.

            Bora get ready soon. Bora looked at her mirror and made sure she was perfect. After being completely sure of her appearance now, Bora got up from her seat and walked towards the set where Arata was standing and preparing. Looking towards Arata and his good looks, Bora imagined his little hopes that were always well stored in his mind.

            Bora imagines herself holding Arata's arm in public with Arata's lover status. Bora imagines herself to be the center of attention and the jealous center of the many girls who want Arata,

            “Nona Bora really lucky.”

            “How did he do in the past to be able to be with Arata??”

            “I envy Miss Bora to be able to hold that very handsome Arata.”

            Bora smiled looking at the shadow within her own mind. After this shoot ends, Arata will completely fall in my arms. I will make everyone jealous of me by making Arata really fall for me like in the story Love Like Ectasy. I will make Arata addicted to my love.

            “You ready, Arata?” The director yelled at Arata before starting the filming process.

            “I'm ready, director.”

            “How about you, Bora?” After asking Arata, the director asked Bora.

            “I'm also ready, director.”

            Bora looked towards Arata and hoped to get Arata's smile before filming began. But. . which happened just the opposite, Arata looked coldly at Bora as before.

Bora remembers well, Arata sometimes secretly smiled when together with Asha, the Wallflower Author. Even near the Wallflower Author, the cold-known Arata could joke around with her as if she was not the cold-known Arata. While along with Bora, Arata continues to ignore Bora, Arata keeps his distance from Bora. Even Arata's smile only happened when the filming began. As soon as ‘Cut’ is heard, Arata will look coldly at Bora and it bothers Bora.

Why is Arata just smiling around the author? Is it because Arata admires her? Bora shook her head because of her own mind. Bora recalled how his observations for some time were never separated from Arata and Asha-Author Wallflower. Could Arata. .

            “Action!”

*

            Ting. .tong. . .

            I opened my eyes because I heard the bell ringing. I glanced at the clock in the TV room of my apartment and saw the clock hand pointing at 9 p.m. I wrapped my body in my thick blanket and got up from the sofa where I fell asleep. With my legs still slightly limp, I walked towards the door of my apartment and opened the door.

            “Why not go to the hospital, Author???”

            As soon as I opened the door I heard a loud scream and I saw the figure of Arata carrying a lot of stuff in both hands.

            “What brought you here? At this hour?”

            “Author forgot what I said this afternoon???” Arata turned around asking me.

            “Which word do you mean, Arata??” my many. We were both asking each other questions without anyone willing to answer his opponent's questions.

            “Ah. .” Arata pushed me back and forced me into my apartment. “I'll spend the night here to take care of you, Author.”

            “A-what??” I was shocked and could not believe what I was hearing. “Bi-can you repeat, it looks like my ears misheard.”

            “A-ku a-kan ngi-nap in si-ni ti-tik.”

            I remember this afternoon, I felt that Arata needed to check his ears for mishearing my words. But. . It seems like this time my ears were wrong to hear Arata say that he was going to stay here.