MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

PROTECTIVE CAGE PART 3

After that. . . Arata tells the story of his life that has always made many people and fans very curious.

            Arata is the third of three children. Almost his entire family worked in the medical field. Arata's father and two older brothers are great doctors. His father was a neurologist. Arata's first brother is a specialist in the field of bone and Second Brother Arata is a well-known pediatrician. Arata's mother was previously the youngest head nurse Arata's father had ever met before marriage, becoming a housewife and raising her three children. Arata's grandfather was the owner of a famous hospital that had many branches in the big cities scattered in the country. Before setting up his own hospital, Grandpa Arata was also the same renowned specialist doctor as Arata's father. Some Uncle Arata also became a doctor like Father Arata and some Uncle and Aunt Arata who could not afford to become a doctor and then became a manager in the management of the hospital owned by Grandpa Arata.

            Hearing the story of the Arata family, it seems like the blood of the doctor flows almost throughout the Arata family.

            “Because all the families work in fields related to medicine, I who since childhood was not talented to become a doctor was considered a family disgrace. My mother always put on an upset face to see my lesson and test scores never match my two brothers. My father never took me to the hospital with him, probably out of shame I couldn't go to medical school like my two brothers. Bottom line at home. . I'm just a bully and a disgrace that shouldn't be born.”

            I leaned back against the door of my apartment this time not my back but my head that was leaning against the door of my apartment. “Then why. . . You finally choose to be an actor and not work in a hospital as his manager?”

            “For that. . . I'll tell it later to Author.”

            I pulled my head that was leaning against the door of my apartment with a surprised face. “Why not continue? You're making me curious, Arata.”

            “That was my intention from the beginning, Author. Hahahaha.” From behind the door of my apartment, I heard Arata's little laugh that was happy because it had managed to make me curious. “Now. . Replace Author who told me Author's secret.”

            Both of my eyes narrowed at Arata's question. I finally knew the reason Arata had been trying so hard to hide his family was now willing to tell me that. Arata may wish for me, I want to tell you the true story of the sloping issue that is happening to me right now.

            “Not secret his name if told,” reply me. “You must have thought after telling me your story, I will open my mouth and tell you a story that may be related to the issue that is happening to me at this time.”

            “It seems my intention was caught by Author,” Arata replied to me in a slightly disappointed tone. “Author really great.”

            Hearing that disappointed tone, I felt a little guilty towards Arata. Outside this iron door, Arata must have been holding back the cold and trying hard to persuade me until he finally revealed his own secret to me.

            “I won't tell you my secret, but I promise you that story - your family story, I'll keep it in my mind. I won't tell it to anyone else.”

            “Thank you, Author. You are a very understanding person. It was one of the few characters you liked and admired, Author.”

            “Thank you back.” I got up from my seat and tried to find my phone around the sofa where I had fallen asleep. After finding my phone, I sat back on my back against my apartment door. “You're still there, Arata??”

            “Yes, Author.”

            I turned on my phone and looked at the clock that appeared on the screen initially: one in the morning. “You didn't go back to your apartment for a break, Arata? You don't have a set tomorrow?”

            “What is it?”

            “Author's protective cage, is it very convenient in it?”

            Hearing Arata's words about my apartment-protective cage, made me remember that name I only said to Sena this morning when she called me. I guess Arata knew I was here from the beginning and knocked on my door, because Sena told him.

            “Yes, very convenient. Why are you asking me that, Arata?”

            “I just think a bird that is always confined in a cage will definitely feel lonely. He could only see from behind a cage without being able to feel it. The bird cannot fly freely in the sky. The bird could not feel the fresh air and rain water because it was always in its cage. When the bird in the cage is finally released and feels the freedom it craves, he never wants to go back into the cage-“

            “What do you mean by this, Arata?” I cut Arata's words quickly.

            “What I want to ask Author, after getting to know me and getting to know some people outside, did I and some outsiders mean nothing to Author until Author finally chose to stay in that cold, quiet cage again??”

            I tried to restrain myself and said as if Arata's words had not succeeded in intimidating me. “I've told you that it's very convenient here. There won't be any problems bothering me here. Here my life is calm and comfortable.”

            “Is that so, Author?” I heard Arata's voice that didn't seem to believe me. This shitty bitch seemed to stay too long by my side until it seemed like she could figure out what I was thinking. “I was really sad to hear Author say that to me. I thought we were close and became good friends. I guess our relationship has gone that far until when trouble comes to you, you can lean on me for a moment. I guess our relationship has gone that far until when you felt you couldn't pull my hand out to ask me for help.”

            Arata's words sounded like a deadly punch that directly hit right in my heart. The cage that was once very comfortable, suddenly felt cold. Maybe. . What Arata said is true. The freedom and fun I felt outside the cage was more fun and more comfortable than this one.

            I want to admit that to Arata. But. . If I confess his words, he will insist on getting me out of this cage and that means he will endanger himself and his popularity to help me.

            “Author remember how Sister Warda called me in front of you?”

            Lucky star. I answered the words in my mind and did not want to answer them with my own mouth.

            “After this. . I will break Author's cold cage and once again become a lucky star for Author. After this. . I will make Author open this door by itself and run towards me.”

            From behind my apartment door, I heard the sound of footsteps that I thought Arata finally chose to leave from the front of my apartment after completing his intention to come here. I got up from my seat and looked at the hole to peer out of the apartment and make sure Arata had returned to his own apartment.

            After confirming that Arata had left, the tears I had been holding back from now on finally fell. These flowing tears were not tears of sadness. These falling tears are the tears from hearing Arata's words. Why at a time like this, should I meet someone like you, really annoying? Very stubborn and not easily give up. And everything will be fine if you let me back into this cage again. Though the road is so easy, why did you take the hard road?