MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

SCENARIO AND DRAMA LIFE PART 2

Narrator’s POV

            “Sial!!” Bora threw her phone when she saw an article about the Wallflower Author supporting her.

            “What's up, Bora?” Ulfa who was surprised to hear the sound of Bora's cell phone dings and Bora's curse immediately approached Bora. “Are you tired? Should I massage your body??”

            Bora shook her head intending to chase Ulfa away, but. . Both of her legs did feel very tired due to filming today. Bora's time to interact with Arata is getting shorter because filming will soon be over and only a few events Bora can meet with Arata again. After this Bora was sure it would be difficult to meet Arata or cooperate with him again like this time.

            “You can massage both my legs, Ulfa?? Today. . . I'm really tired of having to stand for such a long time.”

            Ulfa approached Bora and massaged Bora's two legs carefully. “I was expecting it. Today Arata repeatedly makes mistakes and makes you have to repeat the same scene up to a dozen times.”

            “Ya. .” said Bora closed her eyes while thinking of another plan to drop Author Wallflower's good name.

            “Is it possible because Arata's idol is being hit by problems so he can't focus on working well?” chirp Ulfa while continuing to massage both legs of Bora on the sofa of Bora's apartment.

            Bora opened her eyes and glanced towards Ulfa. “What do you think of that Wallflower Author, Ulfa?”            

            “Several times saw him on set, I don't think he's the kind of person who would bully others. Even looking into the eyes of others directly, he thought twice about doing so. I think. . The first article to say that in the past he had bullied his schoolmate was wrong. .”

            Ulfa's answer clearly made Bora even more upset when she heard it. “You'll never know how someone is just for seeing it a few times, Ulfa!!!”

            “Yah. . . it's true too.” Ulfa glanced once at Bora, before re-massaging Bora's legs.

            Bora closed her eyes again and this time tried to think of another plan to get the Wallflower Author away from her Arata. I still have other material to take down the not knowing author. Let's see. .. Once the third article comes out, what will happen next?

            Bora smiled imagining the shattered face of Author Wallflower and her victory gained Arata's heart.

*

            I don't know what Sena did to get here, but it looks like he managed to sneak into my apartment building without being caught by a single reporter in front of my apartment building.

            “Ba-how did you get here??” I asked Sena when she opened the apartment door and saw herself.

            “I thought you locked yourself in and wouldn't want to see me or Warda again because of that issue. .” Sena smiled slightly at my question.

            “Special you two. . . I will open the door and let you in.” After making sure Sena entered my apartment, I immediately closed the door to my apartment.

            “Ah. . . glad to hear it, Asha.” Sena put the bag she was carrying on my dining table. “It's food from Kak Warda and this. .”

            I stared at the collection of black envelopes that Sena was carrying with a slightly surprised face. I know very well what the black envelope is. . Since the skewed issue about me appeared, the envelope would stop coming because I was no longer close to Arata.

            “You brought all the mail in my mailbox?” I tried to hide all the shocked expressions from Sena and acted as if everything was fine, including the threatening letter coming from Arata's fans.

            “Ya. .” Sena looked at me with a slight confused expression on her face. I think he caught my surprised expression a little. “Do I do something unnecessary?”

            “No. I'm so grateful for this.”  I immediately took out all the black envelopes in Sena's hands. “I think these are letters from my fans to me. Not wanting to get out of my apartment, I couldn't get these papers. Once again thank you, Sena.”

            I checked all the food boxes that Sena brought and found a lot of new menus there. I guess. . . Warda was so worried about me that she asked her mother to cook me a new menu so I could feel better. After seeing the food slightly uploading that taste, I looked towards Sena with my little smile. “You've eaten, Sena??”

            Sena shook her head. “But.”

            “Then is it so fitting, would you like to eat with me here?”

            “Sure, it's an honor for me to eat with you here, Asha.”

            “You're overreacting, Sena.”

            I then took two plates, two spoons and a fork and two glasses for me and Sena to eat together. While I was preparing two sets of cutlery, Sena opened each food box from Warda and placed it in the middle of the dinner table so that we could eat it together.

            This was my first meal together with Sena after these few months she always visited me in my apartment just for my work problems with her. And apparently. . Eating with Sena is not bad. Sena's a fun guy apparently. Although he initially looks like a very polite person, Sena is also good at making small jokes that are quite funny.

            “For your fifth book, it will probably be published a little longer than the schedule, Asha. The officials assess the sloping issue that is plaguing you at this time may bring problems in the sale of your novel.” Sena opened her mouth and began to speak a little seriously when the food we had eaten had run out, while washing all the dirty dishes in my kitchen sink as payment for the food she received from me.

            “I know it, Sena. I was expecting it and again the matter was only pushed back. I won't run out of money just because the sale of my novel is delayed.” I opened my fridge and picked up some fruit there. I offered Sena who might want to eat fruit as dessert. “You want to eat what fruit, Sena?”

            “Something acidic, is there?” Sena asked as she continued to wash the dirty dishes and glasses in my kitchen sink.

            “Strawberries or oranges, which one do you want, Sena?”

            “Strawberry.”

            After finishing washing all the dirty dishes and glasses, Sena and I sat in front of the window in front of my apartment balcony while eating fruits to wash our mouths.

            “Your next novel, has there been a plot that comes to your mind?” Sena asked again after eating some strawberries.

            “There are some. But I am still not sure which plot I will choose.” I took one strawberry, put it in my mouth, chewed it and then swallowed it. “How's the novel selling lately? What genre is in demand among readers?”

            Sena swallowed her strawberry before answering my question. “Ehm, remains the best-selling romance. But some fantasy stories are also in demand. Are you going to write another fantasy story like your fourth?”

            Suddenly I saw both of Sena's eyes sparkling as if she had just gotten something she really wanted.

            “Ehm. . I have one fantasy plot. Taking the same setting background as my fourth novel, it's just a different time.”

            “It was interesting. . . interesting once. It would be great to be an editor for the sixth novel. But it's a pity. . when that happens, maybe I won't be your editor again, Asha.”

            I remember next month, Warda should be back at work and back as my editor like before. If that happens, what about Sena's fate? I wondered about it, considering he was a pretty good editor despite being a bit more ruthless than Warda.

            “Why did you become a writer?”

I was surprised to hear Sena suddenly ask about it. All of a sudden, I remembered I had said this to someone in the past.