MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

NEVER CALM DOWN PART 2

Feeling that someone else was living in my room, I couldn't sleep at first. The medication I was taking was not able to make me fall asleep and the TV noise that usually allowed me to sleep when I was having trouble sleeping was not helping either. Arata, who seemed to realize I could not sleep, finally told me many little stories. Stories about his reasons for choosing a career in acting, his sorrow for being a famous actor and some small stories about some girls who did not like him and even had time to terrorize him.

            That deep, heavy voice of Arata somehow calmed me so much that I didn't know when you finally fell asleep.  As soon as I woke up from my sleep, I stared at my apartment which was already in a neat state like never before. Because my job sometimes makes me have to read a lot of books, I put my books in just any place and not on the shelf where they should be. Plus my busy life as a screenwriter, I didn't even have time to clean the dirty dishes and glasses that were piling up in the sink.

            And now that I open my eyes, my room is no longer like mine. Table and shelves are clean of dust. The floor now looks shiny and the previously full sink is now empty. Looking at my apartment that turned 180 degrees, I even had time to wonder, Could it be that I was walking while sleeping and moved to another apartment?

            I got out of my bed and turned off the TV which was still on. I took a walk to find Arata and did not find him in my apartment. I think he's gone to work.

After making sure Arata had left my apartment, I opened all the curtains in my apartment and realized that the sky I saw was still quite dark. Did I wake up too early??

            I turned around and looked at the wall clock and realized it was ten in the morning and not five in the morning. It looks like. .. there will be heavy rain after this.

            Drttt. . My phone that was on the table beside my bed shook. I walked over to the table, grabbed my phone and saw a message appear on the screen. The message was apparently from the director's message.  Clik. I unlocked my phone screen and immediately read the incoming message.

            Director: filming today was cancelled due to a massive flood near the set. For today, you can rest in peace, Miss Asha and hopefully get well soon. Then sorry because yesterday, I didn't know if you fell in the toilet, Miss Asha.

            I pressed the place to reply and started replying to the message from the director.

            Asha: Thank you very much for your attention, director. Sorry because yesterday I suddenly had to leave without saying goodbye to the director. If tomorrow filming still remains as scheduled before, I can already come because my circumstances have improved thanks to the attention of the director.

            I learned how to reply to messages like this from Warda. As my editor, Warda helped me a lot even in trivial matters like this, so I really like Warda even though sometimes he is very chatty and ugly.

            Five hours passed and the rain was still falling without the slightest sign of abating. Precisely the intensity of the rain that fell more intensely coupled with the sky that was getting darker because of the cloudy clouds that continued to be in the sky without the slightest intention to move away.

            Tong ting. . . My apartment bell rang and made me who had been sitting by the window while staring at the dark sky that was pouring rain, finally move lazily towards the door.

            I opened the apartment door and saw Arata in a slightly wet outfit, his normally well-groomed black hair now looking a little messy due to the rain. Her usual face covered by makeup during the day, now looks wet without the slightest make up.

            “Siang, Author.” Arata greeted me with a slight grimace as if his wet body did not feel the cold.

            Seeing Arata's appearance as a raining kitten on the side of the road, I involuntarily pulled his hand and brought him inside my apartment. “Why can it rain??”

            After closing the door to my apartment, I moved to pick up some of my towels and give them to Arata who was still standing by the door of my apartment. I think. . . Arata didn't want to dirty my apartment floor because of his wet body.

            “It. .” I gave Arata some towels and pushed Arata's body to move towards the bathroom in my apartment. “Use this and get into the bathroom immediately. Use warm water to clean yourself. I'll look for clothes you might be able to use.”

            “What if your apartment floor is dirty?” Already I guess, Arata who had been silent near the door was reluctant to go inside, because he did not want to dirty my apartment.

            “Your health is more important than my apartment floor. Get to the bathroom!! I don't want filming to be postponed anymore because our main cast got sick.”

            After hearing my words, Arata finally moved towards the bathroom in my apartment while I ran towards my wardrobe and looked for clothes that Arata might be able to use.

            Five minutes later.

            Hc. . tok. . .

            I knocked on the bathroom door where Arata was still cleaning himself. “I put clothes you can use in front of the door.”

            Cretaceous.

            Just a few seconds later, I saw the bathroom door open slightly with Arata's hands coming out to pick up the clothes I found for her.

            “Why do you have men-sized clothes in your closet, Author??” Arata who came out of the bathroom still with wet hair, immediately threw his protest at me.

            I stared at the clothes on Arata's body and didn't expect it to fit perfectly on his body. “The clothes are there because Warda wrongly bought the clothes size for me.”

            I went straight into the bathroom and picked up all the wet Arata clothes and the wet towels he was wearing. I put all the wet clothes and towels in the washing machine. After doing that, I took one small towel and hair dryer from the bathroom and gave it to Arata.

            “Dry your hair with it!”

            Arata did as I commanded while I dried the wet floor of my apartment by him.  After mopping the wet floor, I immediately walked into the kitchen and cooked some warm water.

            “What do you want to drink, Arata? Coffee, tea, chocolate or warm milk?” my many.            

            Arata who was still drying his hair then replied, “Chocolate only. Coffee too bitter.”

            “I didn't think I could meet someone who said coffee was bitter,” I said as I stuffed the bread Arata brought last night into the microwave and warmed it up. “Coffee may be bitter but not as bitter as life.”

            “At a time like this, Author can still joke.” Arata chuckled at my words while putting down the small towel and hair dryer.

            Nigel. .  . The hot water that I cooked, finally boiled along with the microwave that had warmed the bread inside. I made one glass of hot chocolate and one cup of coffee, put it on a tray and then took it to a table in front of the TV where Arata was. After doing that, I took one blanket from the closet and gave it to Arata.

            “Use this to warm tu-“

            Suddenly after doing so much for Arata, I remembered something important. Something I should have done earlier to Arata.

            “Why suddenly stop, Author??” Arata took a hot brown glass and drank it casually.

            “Ke-why did you come here and not break into your apartment next door??” I asked with an annoyed face.

            Arata looked at me with a smile on his face. Her smiling lips were slightly exposed to the hot brown foam that made her slightly adorable.

            “Arata!!” my yelling. “You're playing me, aren't you??”