MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

NEVER CALM DOWN PART 3

            “Cut!”

            As usual, Arata was sitting in the chair of the assistant director when the owner was busy changing sets for the next scene.

            “Author still mad at me??” ask Arata.

            Today is three days since Arata came to my apartment wet from the heavy rain. That day. . because I saw Arata wet, I forgot that Arata lived in the apartment next to me and came to my apartment. When I asked her why she came to my apartment, I was really upset to hear the answer coming out of her mouth.

            “Isn't Author taking me inside your apartment??”

            Obviously. . as soon as I heard that answer, I was really angry with Arata. It felt as if Arata was always able to play me. I was mad at her but it didn't make Arata move out of my apartment.

Because of the rain that soaked her body and I don't know how long she was rained on, her body immediately came down with a fever not long after. As a result. . Although I was very angry with him, I took care of him all night. I let her sleep on my bed and almost stayed up all night looking after her. I panicked and contacted Warda to take appropriate action because Arata fever did not go down. I had thought of contacting Brother Rama but I looked out the window where the rain still continued to fall without intending to stop, finally I undo my intentions and just contact Warda to ask what action I can take.

In the morning.. . After confirming Arata's fever had dropped, I asked Arata to contact Kak Rama and asked him to take Arata to the hospital. But. . . Arata refused my words because he did not like to stay in the hospital. Arata who was still in a pale state even went to the filming location as usual and asked me to be in a car with him along with Kak Rama and Nara.

            “Why should I ride your car??” my many.

            “I'm still worried about Author,” reply Arata. Seeing Arata say that, I opened my phone, opened the camera feature and made Arata see how his own face with the front camera of my phone.

            “You see, Arata!! What's not okay is you and not me!”

            “If Author does not want to take the car with me then I will take the car with you, Author!”

            Hearing the small threat that came out of Arata's mouth, I looked towards Kak Rama and had intended to ask for help Kak Rama. But who would have thought if Kak Rama was siding with Arata by asking me to get into his car as well.

            “Please come with us, Miss Asha. When he is not healthy, Arata's disease will be worse than when he was still healthy. I'd be hard-pressed if Arata didn't want to get in his car and just get in the car and sit in the driver's seat.”

            Because Brother Rama begged me, I who could not bear to finally accept Arata's ridiculous request. During these three days, every time I came to the set.. . I would ride in Arata's car along with Arata-Kak's managers Rama and Nara.  Although I obeyed Arata's request, throughout the journey I was silent and did not answer Arata's question at all. Of course. . I am still angry at Arata who always acts over the line by exploiting my weaknesses.

            “Author stop being mad at me,” said Arata again with a slight tone pleading with me. “I'm really lonely if Author doesn't talk. It was. . I was like talking to an iron statue that was so cold.”

            For three days of silence, Arata tried hard to persuade me to stop being angry with him. During those three days, Arata did many things so that I would no longer stop being angry with him, from giving me drinks, bringing me various kinds of food and seducing me in various ways.

            During those three days as well, the fierce gaze I received from Bora the more clearly I felt. After our conversation in that toilet, it seemed like Bora no longer hid her intentions and attitude if she wanted to be close to Arata. From my chair that was always behind the director, I repeatedly saw Bora trying to get Arata's attention when filming was about to begin. But. . . Arata ignored Bora like priceless dust and always looked at me. Though Bora is an actress who has a pretty face even though I know her heart is not as good as the face she has.

            As a writer. .. I always wondered why God made a character like Bora exist in the world. It looks perfect from the outside, as if it has everything from the outside but the heart inside is not as good as the face it has.

            “Author. .” Arata whines at me again because I still ignore him.

            Drttt. . . The phone that was in my hand vibrated. I immediately got up from my seat when I saw the name that appeared on my phone screen: Sena.

            “Author where are you going???’ Arata pulled my hand trying to stop me from going away from his sight.

            “Promise first if Author stops being mad at me and I will release your hand??”

            I panicked to see Arata clasping my hand and refusing to let go. I tried hard to remove Arata's hand from my hand while continuing to look around with a panicked face.  “Get your hands off, Arata!! It's on set!! What if someone sees it and misunderstands it??? Your reputation could be ruined by gossip!!”

“Promise first if Author stops being mad at me and I will release your hand??” Arata repeated his request again while tightening his grip on my hand.

My eyes glared at Arata as he clenched his hand in my hand. Again. . . no this is not just once, Arata did this. Arata forced me to do what he wanted in a way that I thought was a little childish. How could there be such a famous actor like him??? How unlucky was I this year, meeting an actor who claimed to be my fan, becoming his neighbor and having to work with him?

            “You'll let go of your hand if I stop being mad at you?” I looked at Arata with a furious face.

            “Yes, Author.”

            “I won't be angry anymore.” I tried to let go of Arata's hand in my hand while looking around trying to make sure that no one else saw us. But unfortunately Bora who always pay attention to Arata, saw this incident.  “Get your hands off now, Arata! Bora saw it.”

            Arata let go of my hand with a smile on his lips as he said, “Don't be mad at me again, Author.”

            Huft, I sighed again trying not to vent my annoyance at the annoying lump that was tying me tighter. I could only reply to Arata with a sharp glare before I finally walked away and received an incoming call from Sena.

            “Sorry for long, Sena. What's the matter calling me?”

            “The final score is done, Asha. I've sent it by email, please check it later.”

            “I understand.”

            “Then it. .”

            Sena suddenly stopped her speech and I heard Sena's tone of voice which turned into a bit of hesitation for reasons I didn't know about. “Then what, Sena? Why not say it?”

            “I don't know if I should interfere with this matter? But I just want to ask about the photos that have just circulated.”

            “Photo? What photo do you mean, Sena?”

            “Please open the link I sent, Asha.”

            Still with the connected call, I opened the link sent by Sena. That link is a fan instagram link from Arata. And when I opened the link, there were a lot of photos between me and Arata with Arata's secret lover caption.

            “Why can this be??” i'm surprised.

            I had expected. . With Arata beside me, with Arata always clinging to me like a pestle, my quiet life will never be able to calm down.