MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

MISADVENTURES AND LUCK IN LIFE PART 1

            I closed my eyes and intended to sleep. After a busy day of plotting the sixth novel and imagining various stories, I finally gave up and chose to sleep because my brain could not work together to think. At 9pm, I got on my bed and covered myself with my warm blanket.

            But after just five minutes of closing my eyes, I suddenly felt like I didn't want to sleep and finally chose to do something. I opened a little curtain in my room and peered down. Thankfully, the reporters finally gave up.

            After the second article appeared to defend me, not long after the third article related to me appeared again and tried to drop my name again as Author. This day, I peered through the window several times and found reporters still gathering in front of my apartment building. Luckily I. . the guard in this middle-class apartment is good enough that they do not allow reporters to enter the apartment building and only let reporters in front of the building. This day too. . . I wish I could sit on my balcony to enjoy the gentle breeze that blows. But. . . I can't do it because if I sit on the balcony then the reporters who never give up will find my floor and apartment number.

            On this pretty cold night, it seems like luck is on my side. This afternoon it was quite heavy and made the streets slightly submerged by rainwater. The stubborn reporters eventually chose to return because they had no shelter when it rained and eventually none of them returned to the front of my apartment building.

            Wearing a thick jacket, I opened a little glass window on my balcony and made a night breeze into my apartment. I sat beside the window and stared at the dark night sky without a single star in the sky.

            Drrrrtttt. . . . My phone that I carry in my jacket pocket suddenly vibrates. I took my phone and saw someone's name appear on the screen. Benalu Arata's.

            I clearly remember never giving my number to Arata. So. . how can this bitch call me if I never give her my number.

            Drrrttt. . . My phone keeps vibrating and it looks like Arata won't disconnect this call until I receive his call.

            “Halo.”

            “Ah, Author!!! Finally you picked up your call!!” I caught a happy tone in Arata's voice that I heard. “If Author fails to receive my call in 10 seconds, I might jump on your balcony and break in.”

            Thank goodness I received his call.  I was grateful in my mind while imagining that this annoying bitch would actually jump over the balcony guardrail connected to my balcony and break into my apartment. The article that called me a bully is still unfinished and if Arata really jumps over the guardrail then I have to prepare to be blasphemed by all the women in this country.

            “Why did you call me at night? And again how do you know my number??” I immediately charged Arata with two important questions.

            “I miss my idol and I need a interlocutor, Author. Until now. . . Only Author wants to hear me talk.”

            Arata answered only one of the two questions I asked. As always. . .he is a shitty bitch. I shook my head in disbelief as I continued to take her calls despite knowing she was calling me just because she needed a conversation partner. I took one hand out of my apartment window and made her feel an increasingly piercing gust of night wind.

            “What's today?? Do you have to repeat the scene again in the shoot?”

            “No.”

            The wind blew louder and made me have to slightly close the thick jacket I was wearing. “If not that, then what??”

            “Suddenly. . I forgot what I wanted to say to Author.” I heard a chuckle from the way Arata spoke.

            “You're playing me, aren't you Arata??”

            I threw my breath out loud hearing his words. How dare he say? Isn't it that as long as we know, you've always been playing with me really annoying?? After being satisfied to vent my words in my mind, I then remembered the second article that defended me and said that I was a victim of bullying and not the perpetrator of bullying cases.

            “Arata, can I ask?”

            “Please, Author.”

            “Article with the title Author Wallflower is not a Controversial Perpetrator but a Victim of the Contention, is it you?”

            “Yes, Author. It was me with Brother Rama.” Arata spoke in his light tone as if what he was doing was a natural thing to do.

            “You work very hard for unnecessary things, Arata. I don't even mind being looked upon badly by others. I also do not mind if I have to lock myself in my apartment again because I have always done that before

            “I'm sorry, Author.” Suddenly Arata's tone of voice sounded sad as if my words had hurt his heart. “Maybe Author doesn't mind, but I object, Author. As a fan of yours, I don't like my idol being looked upon badly by others. As a fan of yours, I also don't like it if an idol I respect so much is defaced in his name for a deed you never did. As an acquaintance of yours, I cannot accept that you choose to be silent and bear the wrongs that you did not make. As your neighbor, I can't stay silent watching my neighbor shut himself up in his cold apartment. As your friend, I can't help but do anything when I can do it.”

            “As a fan of mine, you're doing too much, Arata. Your popularity, your fame and your brilliant career are at stake. You've worked so hard to get a high position like this, you can't do anything that might ruin all your efforts, Arata. So stop and let me!! Suppose you never met me and never knew me!!” I know. . This may sound cruel. But. . . Arata is a star to many. Making a star that belongs to a lot of people, getting hurt and falling is a mistake and I don't want to see Arata in my position.

            “Author. . Can you come out to your balcony for a minute?”

            I turned my head and peeked out the window of my apartment. From where I was sitting. . I saw Arata standing on the balcony of his apartment and looking at me.

            “K-you?? Since when were you there??”

I should have stayed hidden, but... . I don't know what got into me, I just jumped out of the window and stood looking at Arata with a surprised look. Maybe I was very surprised, maybe I didn't think I'd see Arata there on a dark night without this star and maybe it. . deep in my heart, I thought, I miss a little bit of the annoying bitch who always sticks and ties me tightly every time we are together.

            Wushhhhh. . Gusts of strong wind suddenly hit towards us. At the same time the cloud that had covered the sky was blown away and moved away. The once dark sky now provides the best view with the stars decorating it. The view of the stars should be able to fascinate me because I used to feel happy when I saw it. But now. .the sight of the stars was no longer beautiful when the figure was before me and was looking at me with the best smile he had.    

            “Pardon me for my sassness after this, Author.”

            “What design do you mean, Arata?” I felt a sudden bad feeling when I heard Arata's words.  

            “I miss you, Author.”

            Deg. My heart skipped a beat hearing the longing word that came out of Arata's mouth for me. I-I guess. . Without me noticing, I might have been attracted to this annoying bitch who's been clinging to me all this time. I might get some poison from this shitty pestle or maybe the shitty bond that always sticks to me makes me feel opium. Which is true I don't know, but what is clear: the host being harmed by the pest, may now be harboring a taste for the pest.