MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S
DARKNESS BELONGS TO WALLFLOWER PART 2
Narrator’s POV
“Have you got what I asked for?” Bora spends her time between filming schedules to meet the private detective she hired.
“Sure, Miss. I came here certainly not empty-handed.” The private detective pulled out a large brown envelope from inside the bag and placed it on the table to show Bora his work. “All is here, Miss.”
Bora's hand moves to retrieve the brown envelope but the brown envelope is pulled first by the private investigator away from Bora's hand. “Why pull it again? Didn't you say everything was here?”
“Ya, Miss. That's absolutely true. But. . . Miss knows how I work. If Miss wants to take this brown envelope, Miss need to pay the fee for this information first.” The private detective smiled coldly at Bora while making a gesture with his hand to give his payment first.
“I understand.” Bora picks up the phone in her bag, opens her banking car and then transfers some money from her account to the private detective's account number in front of her. After the payment is sent, Bora shows the proof of payment on her phone to her subscription private detective. “Have satisfied??”
“It's a pleasure to work with Miss.” The private detective smiles happily at the pay from his job. The brown envelope containing Bora's request information was then pushed forward until it could be reached by Bora's hand.
Quickly, Bora opened the brown envelope and read all the information inside.
“The woman Miss is looking for should be an ordinary woman. Why is Miss curious about that woman this time?” The private detective put a little curiosity in his task this time .
From the past to the present. . . Bora is one of several regulars who use detective services owned by the private detective. Bora always asks to find someone's information when that person is blocking Bora's path to climb to the top. From amateur models, professional models, new actresses to older actresses who have been blocking her climbing path, Bora will ask to find their information and use it to bring them down.
The private detective knows that Bora will always abuse the information she gets, but. . . the private detective does not care about it because he prefers to earn money rather than take care of the lives of others who have nothing to do with him.
But now. . . the private detective discovers that the woman targeted by Bora is a woman who has a dark past and has been locked in the dark for a long time. For the first time, the private detective feels disturbed by Bora's intention to use the information he gets.
“Do you know my goal of getting rid of all my opponents during in?” Bora asked the private detective.
“Because they blocked Miss's path to the top.”
“It's true. But at the top there. .. . at the top I'm heading to, there's someone I want to have. He was at the top first and to be with him, I also had to go to the top first so he could see me.”
The private detective begins to understand Bora's intentions and reasons. “Could this woman be?”
“It's true. This woman. .” Bora saw Asha-Author Wallflower's photo in the information she got. “this woman is a presumptuous woman. Without any effort or struggle he took my place at the top and snatched away someone I wanted. Therefore. . . I must get rid of it in order for my place to return to me.”
Bora smilingly looked at the information Asha was in her hand at this moment. In that instant, Bora found a way to make Asha-Author Wallflower disappear from her Arata-owned life.
“In this world is not a human being who has no weaknesses even Wallflower Author though. .” Bora smiled happily feeling his victory was near. “Who would have thought the famous Author seemed to have a very, very sad past.”
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“Cut!”
I got up from my seat because I was so tired of the noise on set. It was. . today it was hotter than ever and the air I was breathing was stiffer than usual. Maybe all I felt today was the effect of our shoot where we did a car chase scene where finally the male lead had an accident.
“Author where to go?” Arata immediately called me as soon as I saw me rise from my chair and was about to disappear from the range of his sight. Sometimes. . . I wonder why she never took her eyes off me, even while filming she realized that sometimes I disappeared and went off the set.
“You're out for a minute. If I don't remember it wrong near here there's a cafe that sells cold drinks. I want to drink iced coffee.”
“I'll accompany you, Author.”
Arata was about to get up from his chair. I saw cold sweat running down her forehead and almost wet her makeup. Today Arata did a dangerous shooting scene without using the services of a stuntman and I know it must have been very tiring because the scene has been repeated 13 times.
I pushed Arata's shoulder with my index finger and made him sit back in his chair. “No need. I'm not a child, Arata. I'm 27 years old, I can do it myself.”
“But. .”
“Sure, Miss Asha.” Brother Rama replied to me with a smile and then looked at Arata with a sharp gaze trying to give Arata a warning.
Arata pulled my hand and once again stopped my steps.
“What else??” tanyaku.
“Mobile. Give Author's phone to me for a minute!” Arata continued to hold my hand and made me start to panic with all eyes starting to look at me and Arata.
“Get your hands off, Arata!!” I tried to let go of Arata's hand holding mine, but Arata's firmer hand always thwarted my efforts. “A-ra-ta!!! You forgot the guy who took our photo might be here???”
“No. I didn't forget. Then give me Author's phone and I'll let go of Author!”
Giving up on the situation, I finally gave Arata my phone and once she received it Arata immediately released her hand in my hand.
“Unlock!” Arata showed me the screen of my phone that was still locked.
“What do you want, Arata?” ask me before unlocking my phone screen.
“Should I hold Author's hand again, only then did Author give me what I asked for???”
Hearing Arata say, I hurriedly unlocked my phone screen before Arata caught my hand again and grasped it again.
“Already.”
Arata smiled as he looked at the screen of my phone that was already open. He pressed his screen a few times and after that returned it to me.
“It was my number and Kak Rama's number. If anything happens to Author, call me or Rama. Author understand?”
My eyebrows twitched at Arata's words. Why does it feel like his words sound like a warning given by parents to their children? I stared at Arata and this time I stared intently at him to prove that I was older than him. “Why should I do it, Arata? What's going to happen to me? I just went to buy a drink near here.”
After saying that, I continued my footsteps that had stopped and immediately rushed to the small cafe because I felt really thirsty and wanted to drink iced coffee immediately.
“This is his iced coffee, Miss.”
I received the iced coffee I ordered after waiting for about two minutes. . . I wanted to go back to the set immediately, but given the fatigue that was attacking me, I finally decided to sit in the cafe for a moment. I took the ear sounder I was carrying in my bag and played the song list inside my phone.
After two more screenings, I decided to return to the set. I stuffed my earlobe and my phone into the bag, took my remaining half-drink and then got up from my seat. I returned the chair I was using, returned to its original position and turned around to walk towards the cafe exit.
Buk. As I turned around, someone's body seemed to bump into me for not seeing my movements.
“I'm sorry,” I said. “I didn't see well.”
“I'm fine. .” The body that hit me was the body of a woman and when she said fine, she looked at me and recognized me. “Asha isn't it?”
I looked at the face of the owner of the body and unconsciously my hand shook to recognize the face that appeared before me.
“Asha, this is you, right??”
In an instant the nightmare I had been trying to forget, forced out of the deepest abyss of my mind and forced me to look back on those old memories.
He was Lusi, a schoolmate at my old school and the chairman of the bullying case that happened to me.
