MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

LITTLE SECRETS OF ARATA PART 2

“Warda?” call me.

            “Did you hear it, Asha? Arata says if you ever met and you ever told me why you were a writer, is that true? Is that just Arata??” Warda immediately questioned me with many questions after hearing Arata's statement in his press conference.

            “Yes, that's right, Warda. It seems like we both met.”

            “What, whataa????” Warda shouted so loudly that it made a shrill sound in my call using speaker mode. “Didn't you say you'd remember meeting Arata who had a handsome face? You said you never met Arata, why do you now say that you've met Arata??”

            “At that time. . he wore the Winnie The Pooh costume on his head. So I can say, I don't know if that day I met Arata.”

            “So so. . Finally all Arata's treatment of you was answered already.”

            “What do you mean, Warda?” many confused.

            “You remember Arata bought you dresses and shoes when he was a guest on your signature show?”

            I nodded my head. “Yes, I remember that.”

            “Arata may have deliberately moved into the apartment next to you. Arata is also the main character in your Love Like Ectasy novel. Arata, who was known to be cold to many women, kindly drove you to the hospital to visit me. On set, Arata takes good care of you because you are a new person. Arata has always been watching over you, looking after you and protecting you. .. because from the beginning he has liked you.”

            The words of Warda brought me to the times I spent with Arata during this time. Our meeting at my autograph event, she gave me a beautiful dress and pretty shoes, she helped me who was repeatedly about to fall, she said, she even held onto my dirty feet and paired the shoes with her hands directly. At that time. . . I was really surprised to see his actions on me were so good and had thought he was a dangerous man who was good at keeping his attitude in front of women.

“Author.”

            “I'm your first fan, Author.”

Our next meeting was when he appeared on the balcony next door as my neighbor. At first. . I was surprised because he remembered me so well. He even greeted me first. Next Arata appeared in front of me to drive me to the hospital where Warda was being treated. Arata even deliberately took a slow path to let me eat before going to the hospital because I was starving. Our next meeting was when the accident that befell the main screenwriter of my novel was adapted into a movie. At that time. . . I really did not expect that Arata would be the main character of the film based on my novel.

“Good morning, Author.”

            From that day on, Arata always clings to me like a prankster who forces him to take advantage of his host. Arata sat beside me, Arata gave me a drink, Arata spoke to me, Arata smiled at me and Arata took my hand. Arata the real bitch, the psychopathic actor keeps passing the boundaries I make by myself. At that time. . . I really felt annoyed because his figure was circling in the wheel of my life. He just appeared and forced his way into the daily life of my lonely life.

            “Don't it feel lonely when eating alone, Author?”

“Can Author not see my syutingku today?”

            But. . when I need help, Arata is always by my side. Arata carried me, Arata accompanied me and Arata took care of me. He protected me in a way that sometimes upset me.  

             “You okay, Author?”

             “Why not go to the hospital, Author?”

            “I'll take you to my brother's villa, Author.”

            Arata always shows up to help me. Arata was always there for me. Arata is always beside me. Arata always looked up to me. And I can't understand why I went that far just for the sake of his idol who only wrote books.

“After this. . I will have Author open this door by itself and run towards me.”

I don't understand all the effort. I don't understand all his actions for me. I don't understand the meaning of the sweet smile she showed me. I don't understand the meaning of his hand always holding my hand.  I don't understand him always trying to be next to me.

“To be able to meet you, as much misfortune as I will receive. I was willing to use all my luck in the world, just to be able to meet you, Author.”

            I didn't understand until I heard the answer coming out of his own mouth.

“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.”

            “Warda!!” I screamed as I took my jacket and hat out of my apartment.

            “Yes, Asha. Why are you yelling?”

            “Tell me where Arata is now doing the press conference! Aren't you in Arata's fan club??” I screamed while styling my face and my hair that was still not completely dry. I put my hair in my hat and put on my jacket.

            “Where are you going? You want to come to Arata's? Didn't you say you wouldn't get out of your apartment again??”

            “Warda, I have something to say to Arata right now. Can you tell me where Arata is now?” I put on my socks and picked up the shoes I could find on the shoe rack.

            “I will send her address by message, Asha.”

            “Thank you, Warda. I owe you for this.” I was about to close the call but Warda was still tweeting back to me.

            “Later I will charge him with expensive food. You don't mind, do you, Asha?”

            “No.”

            Clik. I turned off my phone and put it in my little bag along with the wallet. Wearing a face mask and working glasses, I walked out of my apartment after days of refusing to go out again.

“After this. . I will have Author open this door by itself and run towards me.”

            I smiled in light of Arata's words and in fact. . I actually stepped out of my own apartment, without any coercion from anyone like Arata said. Damn you fucking shit!! How do you know if I'm gonna step my foot out of this apartment and run towards you???

            I ran past the emergency stairs and continued to run towards the underground parking area in my apartment building. You know me too deeply, Arata.

            As soon as I arrived at the parking lot, I got into my car, put up my safety belt and started my engine. Brooom. . Not long after the car I was riding in, started walking out of the underground parking area towards the back door of my apartment neighborhood. It doesn't feel fair, Arata. You recognized me from the beginning, but I didn't recognize you at all. It should have been since we met on the show, you told me that we had met before, instead of making a surprise like this!!

            Arata's face came into my mind with various expressions, but of all his expressions. . . only his smile remained for a long time in my mind and left a deep impression. Damn you, Arata!! You really are a shitty bitch who is able to stir up my feelings and life as well as your own!!