MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

SCENARIO AND DRAMA PART 3

 

            I remember in the past, I met someone wearing Winnie The Pooh's head sitting pensively in a chair by the side of the road. I remember that day was the day that Warda forced me to get out of my apartment because of my poor first book sale. To cheer me up, Warda forced me out of the apartment and took me for a walk in the city. Having not felt part of the crowd for a long time and just being an observer, I felt very dizzy to see the crowd and ended up sitting next to someone who was wearing Winnie The Pooh's head on her head.

            At first I just wanted to sit down and relieve my dizzy head from seeing the crowd. But from someone with the head of Winnie The Pooh sitting beside me, I heard a stifled cry from her direction. I glanced at him just to make sure and found the man's hand wet by his tears. At that time I knew. . that person was wearing Winnie The Pooh's head to hide her crying self right now.

            “Why are you crying?” . . I don't want to interfere with other people's problems. But. . Looking at her hand that kept getting wet, I felt like I couldn't just let it go. From my research as a writer, I found that some people may want to be alone when they are sad and some others need ears to hear complaints and share their sadness.

            Before answering my question, the man tried to stop his crying by several times putting his hand into the head of Winnie The Pooh. “A-I ga-gal got the role today. They said my acting was bad and I had no talent to be an actor.”

            Although it was a little bit as unwilling, that person answered my question. I think he's the kind of person who needs a listener's ear when he's feeling down. “You still have another chance. All you need to do is try relentlessly until they can see that even if you're not talented, you've worked hard to do your best. When you keep trying, one person out there will definitely see your hard work and will give you a chance.”

            “Men-heard what you said, why does it feel so easy? Have you ever failed like I did?”

            I smiled bitterly at her question. I understand very well that speech sounds very easy, but when done everything will feel heavy. “Ya. . . I also failed. I'm sitting here feeling like a failure just like you.”

            I stared at my first novel I bought in the bookstore with Warda just now because I felt sorry for this book. Books that should be on the new bookshelf are on the back shelf where the old books are.

            “You failed as what?” He asked me to respond to my words.

            “As author.”

            “Is the book your work?”

            I stared at the first book of my novel and suddenly felt ashamed to say that the book I was holding was my novel. Without realizing it, I lied to him. “Bu-not. . This is not my book. These books, I-I bought them because I feel a lot of wise sentences in them.”

            Feeling that the person next to me might need more support than me. I gave the book to him. “This book. . . for you only. Maybe a few sentences in it will help you feel better if you experience a situation like this again.”

            “Forku??”

            “Ya.”

            The man received the book I gave him and stared at the author's name from the book. “Wallflower. . I think this name is pen name.”

            “It should be so. .” reply I feel a little misbehaved because someone mentioned the name of the pen next to me without knowing that it was the name of the pen.

            “Can I ask??” That person asked a question while opening up my first novel book quickly.

            “Ya, please.”  

            I looked at the crowd in front of me: people who pass by and walk quickly because of their work, busy people choose to shop as Warda currently does and other people who are busy with their various activities. I looked towards the crowd and smiled bitterly looking at it.

            “Man lives bound by destiny. In destiny, we only know that we have a soul mate, we will surely die and we have our own share of sustenance. From the fate of life that we have, we only know that. We do not know when we will die, we do not know who will be our soul mate and we do not know how much of our share of sustenance we receive. Because we don't know. . .we try our best to get good results, don't we?”

            “Ya. . . it's true.” That person chimed in on me as if the chatter of two strangers right now was the chatter of two people who had known each other for a long time.

            “In our efforts to do our best. . . Some will end in failure and some others will give us what we want. That's the scenario in the drama of life and everyone will definitely experience it, not least I.”

            “Then what does the screenplay in the drama of life have to do with you being a writer?” That person seemed to be interested in my words and now I no longer heard his hoarse voice because of his crying earlier.

            “I became a writer because I was annoyed with my life that always failed. I, who could not control the scenario in my own life, became a writer because I wanted to control the other life scenarios I had in mind. When I am saddened by my failure, I will make the personages in my mind feel success. When I feel lonely in my life, I will make the personages in my mind feel happiness. By doing that. .at least I can also feel the happiness and success of the figure in my mind.”

            “Hahahaha. .”

I heard a small laugh from inside Winnie The Pooh's head and made me immediately furrow my brows when I heard her little laugh. “Do you laugh?”

“Slight.”

“Why are you laughing?” many confused. I felt like nothing was funny to make him cry, now laugh. I wondered, did this sound like a joke in his ear?

“We look similar. You became a writer because of a scenario in your life that had many failures and I jumped into the role world because of the same thing as you, I was considered a failure in the lives of many people.”

*

“Asha??? Asha, are you okay??”

I gasped at Sena's voice calling my name. “Ah, yes. Where did we get to?”

“You suddenly fell silent, did my question make you remember something bad?”

I shook my head with a smile on my lips. The old memories I had forgotten about made me feel a little better. That day. . two people with many failures in a life drama scenario meet and sit down together dividing the failures in their lives. I remember coming home to meet Winnie The Pooh's head, I could write my second novel pretty well.

“No. You asked me why I was a writer, didn't you, Sena?”

“Yes, I asked you that. If you don't want to answer it, you don't have to answer it.”

I smiled at Sena. “I'll answer, Sena. I became a writer because the screenplay in my life drama failed a lot. I who always failed in my life, want to give a lot of happy stories for the characters in my mind. That way. . . at least I can feel a little happiness.”