MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

STOCK MISFORTUNE PART 1

            I got out of the car and was about to get into the cafe with Sena. But Sena got a call from Warda and told him to get the goods in the company car parked not far from the car he used to pick me up.

            “I'm sorry, Asha.”

            “I understand. I can go in by myself.”

            “It's really okay??” Sena looked at me with a slightly worried look.

            “Let's just relax, it's just past Arata's fans. Someone like me who was previously unknown, they would naturally not recognize me and let me pass by just like that.”

            Sena then grabbed her bag and took the name tag. Sena then draped the name tag around my neck.

            “This??” I looked towards the name tag that read publishing staff.

            “Kak Warda asked me to give this to you. With this. .. it should be that the security side will let you get inside past those crazy Arata fans.”

            “Thank you. Then I'll go in first. Quickly grab the goods ordered by Warda and immediately go inside.”

            “Good.”

            After parting ways with Sena, I walked towards the entrance of the cafe which was filled with Arata fans screaming for Arata's name. Because the event has not started yet, the cafe seems to still not allow fans and participants in book signatures to enter the cafe. Several men in security uniforms stood at the door of the cafe and blocked Arata fans who forced their way inside when the event had not yet entered.

            Huft. I let out a long sigh looking at the many Arata fans that were seen in front of me at this moment. Can I get past them? That question came to my mind when I saw the crowd of fans I couldn't count. Probably hundreds of them.

            Drttttt. . . The phone in my pocket shook and made me flinch in shock because of my nervousness. I picked up my phone and saw the name Warda appear on the screen.

            “Halo,” I said received the call.

            “Halo Asha, have you arrived??”

            “Yes, I've arrived. I was in front of the cafe and was about to walk in. Why?”?

            “In front?? What is Sena anyway??? I told you that through the back door because you don't like crowds, why did he take you to the front door anyway?” Obviously I heard, Warda was nagging.

            “It's okay, Warda. Since it's already at the front door, I'll go through the front door. Turning back seems pretty far too.”

            “Ya. . Therefore I asked Sena to take you through the back door. Did Sena give you a staff name tag?”

            “Yes, she gave it, Warda.” I stared at the name tag on my neck.

            “Good. I'll pick you up through the front door. Show the name tag to the security guard at the front door. With that they will definitely let you through and I will ask the officer guarding inside to open the door.”

            “I understand.”

            “Excuse me. Excuse me.”

            I tried to pierce through the crowd by being polite. But penetrating the crowd of the human sea was not easy. I went back a few times. Several times I was tossed to and fro until I had trouble breathing.  Although it was difficult, I kept trying to move forward.

            But. .. It seems like the stock of misfortune in my life is quite a lot. Until I got out of my apartment after a year just to attend my book signature show, bad luck came to me. I don't know what happened, I don't know exactly. But it seems like those Arata fans heard Arata coming from the front door. I, who was trying to get inside the bookstore and was in the middle of their crowd, was carried away by the flow. I moved in the opposite direction as I tried to get inside the store. As a result. . I lost my balance and then fell when I finally managed to escape from the sea of Arata's human fans.

            Buk. I fell behind Arata's fans. At the same time the bookstore door opened and I saw Warda behind it.

            “Yes Lord, Asha!!!” Warda screamed when she saw me fall down with a messy appearance because it was carried away by the flow of the crowd of Arata fans. I think it was. . . Warda wanted to run towards me but instantly she remembered how her bulging stomach had made her nimble strides slower.

            I raised my hand and gestured for Warda to stay in place and not move.

“I'm fine,” I said slowly. I'm sure Warda will be able to read the movements of my lips from the distance that separates the two of us.

I was trying to stand on my own, when suddenly someone pulled my arm and helped me stand up.

“You okay, author Wallflower?”

I looked at the owner of the hand and recognized the face that had always been idolized by my editor-Warda. Recognizing the face of Arata, the famous actor who guest starred in my show, I immediately lowered my head because I did not dare to look him in the eye directly. It was. .. His eyes seemed to say he wanted something from me. I nervously tried to remove Arata's hand from my arm, but Arata refused to let go of my arm and instead strengthened his grip.

            “A-I'm fine. Can you please let go of my hand?”

            “I'll help you walk, author Wallflower. This is my guilt because my fans did it to you. Though I idolize you a lot, but they actually make you fall with this appearance on the day of your first signature, author Wallflower.”

            “Me-they didn't do it on purpose. They didn't recognize me because I refused to show myself. It was completely unintentional and you don't have to apologize, Arata.”

            Arata ignored my words and turned to face the sea of fans who were frozen because he saw Arata who called the name of the accuser-Wallflower.

            “Please be careful. I know you're all my fans. But you know that I'm a big fan of the author Wallflower. Please treat the Wallflower author well, as you have always treated me well. Can you do it for me?”

            Arata fans who had been acting crazy, in an instant turned obedient as soon as they saw and heard Arata's words. The cries of their madness calling out Arata's name, turned into dazzled gazes that were pointing at Arata. Standing next to Arata, it suddenly made me grieve because of all the attention that led to Arata and I who were beside him.

            “Please forgive us, author Wallflower.” The Arata fans simultaneously apologized to me.

            “A-I'm fine. I know you guys were by accident,” I said in a slightly nervous tone.

            “Thank you, author Wallflower.”

            Afterwards, Arata said a few sentences to his fans. Still clasping my arm and refusing to let go of my arm, Arata kept me by his side. Seeing how Arata continued to hold my arm and refused to let go, I felt that I did not like Arata. He's the kind of guy I want to avoid in my life.