MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

PROTECTIVE CAGE PART 1

            Once I managed to trick the reporters and reporters in front of the apartment building by going through the staff-only door because I was well acquainted with the guards of this apartment, I received a call from Sena.

            “You okay, Asha??”

            I was immediately charged with that question when I received a call from him. I think. . I'm probably the most difficult Author he's ever worked with, I think, though he was only a temporary substitute and I felt a little guilty for him for making his three months of work quite heavy for three months.

            “A-I'm fine, Sena. Thank you for asking.”

            “You sure, Asha?”

            I nodded my head even though Sena was not in front of me.  I walked to all the windows of my apartment and closed all the curtains before the morning sun came. “I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me.”

            “Where are you now? Brother Warda is in a frenzy looking for you.”

            “Warda looking for me?” I asked to come back in surprise. I went straight to the phone I had turned off yesterday and found that Warda and Sena had been calling me repeatedly. “After this. . . I might turn off my call again. Can you please tell Warda if I'm okay, Sena??”

            “Sure. That's a very easy thing. What are your plans, Asha? Are you still coming to the set?”

            I sat on the couch in front of my TV in the dark because there was only one light on and it was my work light on the desk. “No, I won't come there again. After this call ends, I will send a message to the main screenwriter and say that I will not be able to come in his place again. I also had to send a message to the director for having made trouble for his work.”

            “You don't have to do it, Asha. Let me and Warda take care of it.”

            “Really??” I was a little relieved to have two editors who were quite understanding of me and my circumstances.

            “Yes, you don't have to. Let me and Warda take care of it later. Now tell me where you are and what are you doing? If there's anything I need help with, I'll do it, Asha.”

            I smiled a little at Sena's words. “You didn't ask me about that issue, Sena?”

            “No need. I know you didn't do that bad thing, Asha. You're one of the few Author idols of mine and I know, I rate all my idols well. I'm sure and believe, you didn't do it.”

            Hearing Sena's reply, for a moment I remembered Arata's face and her words saying that she believed me.

            “Thank you, Sena. Glad to hear you believe me.”

            “You where now, Asha?”

            “A-I was in my protective cage and for a while, I decided not to get out of this cage. From the beginning. .. I should never have gotten out of this cage along with the misfortune that always followed me.”

            After saying that to Sena, I immediately turned off my call connected to her and then attempted to close my eyes in the dark.

            Right, this place is the safest place for me. This place is also the most comfortable place for me. Here. . bad luck will not dare to interfere with my life. Here. . . problems will not come to me. Here too. .I won't get anyone else in trouble. But. . .

            I changed my sitting position to a snuggled sleeping position while tightly hugging the pillow on my cold sofa. Here before was the safest and most comfortable place for me. But I don't know since when did this place turn so cold??

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            Narrator’s POV

            “Where is Author?” Arata immediately opened his mouth and asked as Warda finished his call.

            “His protective cage-his apartment. He'll lock himself up again like before, Arata. That's what Sena told me. ” Warda bit her lip in annoyance before finally swearing in annoyance. “Sial!! My attempt to get Asha out of her apartment turned disastrous and left Asha injured again. What is the desire of the people who spread this issue? Have they not been satisfied with what Asha has experienced all her life??”

            “Why does Author accept Sena calls and not receive my calls??” Arata feels a little upset because Asha, who has been on Arata's side, doesn't seem to feel the same way as Arata.

            “Sena contacted him this morning blind. Now. . It looks like Asha's phone has been switched off again and that's why our calls always fail to sign in.”

            “Oh. . . “ Arata undoes his pity and then immediately walks to the car carried by Rama.

            “Where are you going, Arata?” rama asked with a shout.

            “Of course to Author apartment!! I must go there and accompany him, Brother. Letting him lock himself up again like before, it will only make his condition worse. Could-can. . . Author will not trust anyone else again after this.”

            Rama ran past Arata and blocked Arata's path. “You can't get there, Arata!”

            “Why not???”  Arata insists on passing through Rama, but his efforts fail because Rama is unwilling to give Arata a way. “Kak, move!!!!”

            “You can't get there, Arata!” Rama said with a tone of affirmation while still blocking the path of Arata.

            “Why not, Brother??” Arata repeated his question to Rama.

            “Do you not understand, Arata? If you go there now, you will uncover the whereabouts of Miss Asha. Until now. . . I still have not received any news from my acquaintance reporter who said if they saw Asha in the entrance to his apartment. That means. . . Asha manages to sneak in well and unnoticed back to her apartment. If you go there now and uncover that you are Miss Asha's neighbor, the news and issues that will hit Miss Asha will be even worse. Aren't you thinking about this, Arata??”

            “Then what should we do now, Brother??” asked Arata in a resigned tone. Rama's words managed to make Arata wake up from his attitude that is a little impatient and less careful in acting.

            “You know. . . not without reason Rangga made me here to be your manager, Arata??”

            Arata nodded his head at Rama's question. “Yes, I know. A little bit me and Rangga-si the troublemaker have similar properties.”

            “This time. . I'm holding you back so that this matter doesn't extend beyond this, Arata. Remember that.”

            Arata nodded his head again. “I understand, Brother.”

            “Then what should we do?” After seeing Arata calm down again, Warda came forward and asked Rama. “Letting Asha confine herself again, will only make Asha lose her trust in others again.”

            “We have to solve this problem first. We have to find out what happened in Miss Asha's past. Anyone involved in it and how it actually happened. If we settle this situation, maybe Miss Asha will regain her trust and walk herself out of her apartment.”

            Arata and Warda nodded their heads in agreement with Rama's words.