MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

NEVER CALM DOWN PART 1

            I thought I heard Arata wrongly. But in fact. . I was wrong. My ears are fine and what I hear is true.

            Frozen in surprise, Arata pushed my wrapped body in my thick blanket and took a few steps back. At the same time, Arata entered my apartment and closed the apartment door as an affirmation of his words to stay at my apartment.

            “Excuse me,” said.

            She said excuse me but walked into my apartment a second time without my permission. Then what use did the word excuse say??

            “What are you doing???”

            Arata placed the two bags in his hands on the table in my kitchen and began to pull out one by one the contents inside while answering my question. “Don't I tell you I'll stay here, Author? I thought your body did hurt, your hearing is not good either.”

            “I don't need you living in my apartment, Arata. I just need a break and you can go back to your apartment, now!!”

            Arata stopped both of his hands that were spitting out the contents inside the two large bags on the kitchen table and looked at me with sharp eyes as if he was in a great rage. “I wouldn't be staying here tonight, if Author was in the hospital. Now tell me why don't you go to the hospital and be here? You weren't okay, Author.”

            “I don't need to go to the hospital. I know how I am doing and I just need to take my medicine and rest. So let me rest now!!!” reply with annoyance. Right now. . . I just want to sleep. That's what's on my mind. But the arrival of Arata really makes me unable to rest quietly let alone to be able to fall asleep. Benalu this. . benalu this bitch will definitely bother me.

            Kruyuk. . . kruyukkk. . .

            I held onto my stomach which rang at the wrong time and broke the tension that was going on between me and Arata.

            “Hahahaha.” Arata chuckled as his hands continued his unfinished activities. “It just so happened that I brought some porridge and some kind of food for Author. About what Author wants to eat?”

            I looked at the dinner table where Arata brought out all kinds of food: apples, oranges, pears and strawberries, then there are foods like porridge and bread of various flavors and another one that I recognize is the food box of Warda that was always there when Warda came here.

            “That box?” Unknowingly her index finger came out from inside the blanket and pointed at the box that was similar to Warda's.

            “True this box is a deposit from Miss Warda for Author. Want to eat this?” Arata lifted the box and pointed it at me.

            I nodded my head because I had long missed Warda's cooking. Since busy being a screenwriter, Sena and I rarely met when usually Sena will bring food from Warda for me.

            “If you want to eat this, Author should let me stay here tonight. How?”

            I looked suspiciously at Arata. “Why are you so anxious to sleep here tonight, Arata?”

            “I just. . . worry about Author. Given how Author behaves, I'm sure Author wouldn't dare knock on my door if something happened like earlier this afternoon.” Arata's words are true. I wonder. . how he only knew me in less than three months, being able to know me as well as Warda. “You said as if you've known me for a long time.”

            I sat on the sofa in front of my TV still with a thick blanket wrapped around my body. Arata then appeared with a plate, a bowl containing porridge and a food box that Warda gave.

            “Eat the porridge first, Author. Only after that. . . can you eat the food Miss Warda gave you.” Arata gave me a bowl of porridge and a spoon that I was going to use.

            Goody. Rendang typical cuisine of Mother Warda. I took a few pieces of spicy rendang meat and placed them on top of the bowl of porridge I had not finished.

             When I was busy eating my food, Arata went back and forth from the dining table in the kitchen to the table in front of the TV to prepare all the food he was carrying. Arata also took warm drinking water for me and when all he felt had met my needs was on the table, Arata sat down beside me and peeled the fruits.

            “I did know you a long time ago, Author,” he said suddenly and almost made me choke.

            “Have we met before?” I asked while looking at Arata who was still busy peeling apples and trying to make the skin he peeled was not cut off.

            “No.” Arata answered flatly, still with both eyes focused on peeling off the skin of the apple and trying not to break the skin of the apple.

            “Then if we never met, how could you know me??” ask me again and this time I am really curious about the answer that will be given by Arata. I looked at her and noticed her focusing on the skin of an apple while waiting for her mouth to give me an answer.

            “From. . that angle, do I look handsome, Author??”

            Instead of answering my question, Arata asked me a silly question that he didn't need to ask me. “Should you ask that question when almost all the girls and women in this country are crazy about you?”

            “Yes. Author's answer is an important one for me, because Author is my idol.” Arata put the skin of the apple that he managed to peel without breaking, Arata then cut the apple and put the knife. His hand then took the orange and instead peeled off the orange peel.

            “If I answer it, will you answer my question??” askaku. Suddenly I feel de javu with this situation. I think this has happened before.

            “Ya.” Arata answered flatly after successfully peeling off one orange peel.

            “Why does it feel unfair?? Didn't I ask you first??”

            A glint of smile appeared on Arata's lips as if he had just gotten what he wanted that I didn't know.

            “Author won't answer?” Arata asked me still with a smile on his lips that now looks wider. Suddenly. . . I feel if the smile on Arata's lips looks so charming.

            Huft. I let out a sigh realizing I was almost struck by magic from Arata's smile. “Pretty handsome. Are you satisfied to hear that, Arata??”

            Arata's smile widened again and made my heart suddenly beat faster. Dag. . dig. . . dug. . . Feeling that something was wrong, I put down my food bowl and turned my face away from Arata.  Dag. . dig. . dug. . . Still feeling unsettled with my heart beating faster, I turned on the TV and tried to make my mind switch in the other direction.

            “I have known Author for a long time through Author, through Author.” Arata suddenly whispered that sentence in my ear.

Spontaneous. . I turned my face with an annoyed look at her and found her smiling at me. Dag. . dig. .. dug. . . My heart raced even harder until I felt I might have a heart attack because of that smile.

I had expected.. . With him near me, I would never be able to feel calm.