MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

PROTECTIVE CAGE PART 2

            Being a writer is not easy. In addition to increasing competition, the trend of the novel genre is also influential. In the country of bamboo curtains for example. There classic stories with colossal genres, wuxia, xianxia wrapped with tragic love stories have always been novels that are able to attract readers. There is also a novel with a genre that is easily adapted to the big screen because the audience is very high and the production house wants to spend big to get a big profit. As a writer. . I admire the country a little because the story it tells is always able to make me who reads cry and also when adapted to the form of a film or series, the cast is able to portray the character very well.

            Back to my job as a writer, readers from my country love romantic stories where the main character is a perfect man who almost might not be found in the real world: a handsome and beautiful figure, born into a rich family, who is not, having a job coveted by many, an incredible intelligence and respect for many, then another figure was also able to intimidate his opponent.  Most readers in the land where I live will like the male lead with the character I mentioned earlier. I honestly say. . . anyone would love it if the main character really existed in the real world because I would love it if I met someone like the main character in most novels. But. . . whose name is man, always has a deficiency in his life, whether it is in the past or in the present, whether it is seen or not seen. What is clear. .human in the real world is not a character in the novel that is described as perfect and without gaps. Man always has shortcomings in his life and that's why they are called human beings.

            Several times saw Arata filming and became the main character in the novel Love Like Ectasy, I had thought Arata was a figure in the main character in the novel with a perfect picture and without gaps. But. . . I was wrong. Even Arata who looks perfect from the outside also has flaws in his life.

            Hc. . tok. . .

            I opened my eyes after falling asleep for how long, I don't know. I took off the pillow I was holding while asleep and turned on one light in my TV room. At 11pm.  Who comes here all night?

            Without making a sound and answering the knock on the door, I walked over to the door of my apartment and heard the knock again. Hc. . tok. . .

            “Author, are you inside?”

            After the sound of a knock, I heard the familiar call in my ear even though his voice was a little soft. Day. . . Arata and he managed to find me.

            “What are you doing here? Come back!! I won't open the door and let you into my apartment!!” It was. . . I wanted to let Arata just like that. But. . . I remember how his efforts have always helped me and I'm not too bad to ignore him when all this time he always helped me when I was in a difficult situation. The thought then made me finally open my mouth and give her an answer that I was inside my apartment so she wouldn't worry about me.

            “I won't ask to enter, Author! I just wanted to make sure Author was okay after running away leaving me at the villa. I was really surprised to find Author disappeared and circled the lake twice in search of Author.”

            Buk. From behind the door of my apartment, I heard a small impact sound that seemed to occur because Arata was leaning against the door. Not long after, the sound I heard was the sound of friction that I thought Arata was leaning on the door of my apartment and then shuffled down and sat down.

            I did the same thing that Arata did: sit on the floor leaning against the door of my apartment. “I'm sorry, Arata. I have to go that way. If I don't. . . You will definitely hold me.”

            “Of course, I'll arrest you, Author. Unfortunately you know what I will do until I finally leave without saying goodbye to me.” I heard a sad tone of voice in Arata's speech. “Because I'm already here. . Can Author listen to my story? Today I was really upset once and no one could hear me talk and complain.”

            Huft. I sighed with a small smile remembering Arata's words. At a time like this. . . Benalu sucks this still bothers me. She instead asked me to hear her story at a time like this. . I am the only host who will always accept her presence without caring she is a real person.

            “Alright. . . What do you want to tell me, Arata?” I gave up and finally chose to hear Arata's story as well as a small consolation for me in my cage which now feels very cold.

            “Before becoming a famous actor like now. . . I was just the youngest of three children. My family are all doctors and my father expects me to be a doctor like my two brothers in my future Arata started a little story about her that I had never heard before. I remember well that Warda used to nag about Arata's background hidden in meetings all this time. Even the paparazzi looking for Arata's background had trouble finding what I was hearing from Arata's mouth.

            “Why didn't you become a doctor and become an actor?” my many.

            “Ehm. .” I heard Arata holding back his little laugh from behind my apartment door. “My brain isn't as smart as my two older brothers, Author.”

            “Then why choose to be an actor? With a family background doctor, at least you can major in business and develop your own hospital?”

            “Why??”

            “Actor Rangga also asked me the same thing, Author,” explained Arata. “I think if you two meet, you might be able to be good friends because maybe your mind path is more or less similar in my opinion.”

            I chuckled at Arata's words. “I don't intend to know any other actors. One actor that I know is like a prank that always sticks to me, what if the troubled actor Rangga knows me?? My life will be full of disasters.”

            “Hahahahahah.” I heard a little laugh from behind my apartment door. “I told you. . . I am a special person. I am the only one who will give a symbiotic mutualism to Author.”

            “Cih. .” I clicked my tongue hearing Arata boast of himself using the call I made, which should have upset him instead of feeling as happy as he is right now. “You still want to tell me again or not?? If not, I can go back to your apartment and sleep. It's late, you need to rest. Out there must be very cold.”

            “I don't feel cold, Author.”

            “What a great body it is. .” my praise on Arata.

            “I don't feel cold because this back of mine feels the warmth of Author's back stuck to your apartment door.”

            Hearing Arata's words, I spontaneously pulled my body leaning against the door of my apartment in surprise. I touched the door of my apartment and made sure that the thick iron door would not be able to channel my body warm to Arata who was out there.

            “You're teasing me, Arata??” I replied with a little scream of annoyance.

            “No. What I'm saying is honest, Author. The reason why I always try to stick to you to get your real nickname is because I get the warmth that my family never gave you, Author.”

            Hearing Arata's words. . . I finally realized the perfect figure in the eyes of the women in this country, it is an ordinary human who also has shortcomings like other humans. Arata is a human who is considered perfect by others because of the advantages he has. Because the advantages of hers that look so shining, the shortcomings are increasingly invisible and make most people who do not see it finally judge Arata as a perfect figure like the main character in the novels.