MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

VICTIMS AND PERPETRATORS IN THE LIFE DRAMA PART 3

            When writing a novel, I often ask a lot of things in my mind. Those questions came to my mind when I was too steeped in the characters I was describing and I was writing in my novel. Like this sentence:

            If I had just one piece of courage in my life, would the time in which I am now have a different story?

            If only in the past there was one person who believed in me to the end, would the time where I am now have a different plot?

            Those questions came along with many other little questions that came up when I changed the way I thought about exploring the characters in my novel. Like the question that once came to my mind, I once wondered how the rain handler repels the coming rain? I have also wondered, is the work of driving out the rain something that can be done considering that the rain is a blessing from God? I've also wondered, is driving out the rain just for the sake of one event someone is worth working on when out there are hundreds to thousands of people asking for rain? If that happens... .Rain that should have fallen to fill thousands of prayers, failed to fall. Doesn't that mean the same thing as going against God's will?

            These questions may be just small questions that come to my mind.  And now when I face a situation I cannot solve, I wonder again in my mind to myself.

            Should I just shut up like before? Should I hide like before? Then what are the risks if I keep quiet and what are the risks if I go forward and fight for my own justice? Will it benefit many people or harm many?

            And after considering various considerations in terms of profit and loss, in terms of the damage that will occur, the answer I get is only one: I have to hold myself back, accept the mistakes I have not done for the sake of many and for the benefit of many.

            If I accept that mistake, I'll just be removed from the film's staff list and if I accept that mistake now, I'll just get kicked out, the names of others and the project won't cost much. Producers who have deliberately chosen my novel to produce and staff who have worked hard to realize the series of stories in my mind into a picture that will be seen by many people, he said, I can't make them any more trouble than this.

            I sighed on a cold night as the wind from the lake blew carrying the damp and cold water of the lake. I opened the window where I should be sleeping tonight. After feeling a gust of wind blow on my face, I rounded my resolve. From the beginning.. . This issue was issued in order for me to quit this project, then to finish it, I just need to quit the project. The issue. .. will stop later and the efforts of many people will not be in vain. Especially Arata.

            Before climbing up the window in front of me, I turned my head towards the door where I was leaning in the afternoon. From the beginning. .. I should never have come out of my apartment and felt happiness. From the beginning. . . I should have never done that and made other people have bad luck because of me. . . I should have learned when it happened more than once in my life.

            I took my breath and jumped from the bedroom window in the villa belonging to brother Arata. I strolled about, got out of the villa and intended to go back to my apartment to lock myself in, confine the misfortune that bound me.

            Before actually leaving, I stopped my steps and looked at the villa where Arata was currently probably asleep. “One more time thank you, Arata. Thanks.. . There are at least a few people who believe in me and that is more than enough for me. By my side. . You will only get yourself in trouble and I, as someone you admire, cannot let a bright star like yourself dim because I am nothing.”  

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            Narrator’s POV

            “Where does Asha sleep?”

            Arata wakes up from his sleep when he hears a familiar voice coming from outside his bedroom. With her eyes still half open, Arata tried to get up from her warm thick blanket and walked towards the door of her room.

            “Asha does not exist. Are you sure this is Asha's room sleeping last night??”

            Hearing the voice saying that Asha was not in her room, Arata's eyes that had been half-open were now completely open. Clik. Arata opens the door and now gets Warda and Rama arguing in front of his room with a surprised face.

            “Asha sleep where?” Warda's shocked face turned into a worried face when he saw Arata's shocked reaction just like him.

            “Author is not in his room?” Arata turned around asking Warda.

            “Yes, she's not there, Arata. If there was, I wouldn't be as worried as I am right now, Arata.”

“Cannot.” Arata shook his head with great confidence. “The other room is still locked and the key is in my room.”

“Is it possible for him to take a walk on the lake??” ask Rama again.

“Could it be?” Warda turned around asking with an uncertain face.

“Let me search first.” Arata goes inside his room, picks up his jacket and immediately runs towards the lake to find Asha.

Arata runs towards the lake and Rama follows right behind him. Arata circled the lake that was not so big to find Asha. But after twice circling around the lake, Arata found no trace of Asha around the lake.

“Looks like you don't have to look for Miss Asha around the lake anymore, Arata.”

Arata who had returned from surrounding the lake saw Rama checking the bottom of the window of the room where Asha was supposed to sleep last night. Arata immediately approached Rama and saw what was attracting Rama's attention.

“What did you find, Brother?”

“Sfootprints. If I don't remember it wrong, this size is the size of Miss Asha's leg.”

“Really??” Arata bent his body, watching closely the size of the footprints under the window of Asha's room. “How can you tell if these footprints belong to Author and not someone who might kidnap Author??”

“The trail left here is just a trail with one size and that size is the size of Miss Asha's foot. Because before. .. You asked me to buy shoes and clothes for Miss Asha, of course I remember the size, Arata.”

Arata nods his head remembering the moment where he met Asha at Asha's first autograph event as Author as well as Asha's first event to open his identity as Author Wallflower. Arata remembers well.. . The incident back then was a plan he made together with the publisher Director where Asha published his novel book.  

“I will receive an offer as a guest star in Author Wallflower's signature with one condition.”

“What is it, Mr Arata?”

“Let me see Author's face first. Can you show me the picture first? After seeing how it looks like the truth, I will consider accepting that request?”

“Is there any reason why Mr Arata would like to know what Author Wallflower looks like?”

“Yes, I have a reason. But. . . I can't say that reason.”

“Show. .” Rama opened his mouth and broke Arata's daydream. “Show. . . Miss Asha escaped from this villa while you were asleep, Arata.”