MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

MY BELOVED AUTHOR PART 3

Not long after the defamation case related to me was investigated because it managed to attract the attention of many parties: arata fans, my fans, the world of literacy and the Authors, and many others. The seemingly simple case became a byword for several months until authorities arrested Lisa, the reporter who spread the article and Bora as the mastermind in my defamation.

            With the capture of Bora, the film adapted from my novel got a bit of a problem because the female lead in the film was played by Bora. But again. . . Arata shows the power of his popularity. Thanks to the help of his fans who may number more than half the population of this country, the female lead in the film Love Like Ectasy did not need to be replaced and Arata did not need to re-shoot for the film Love Like Ectasy.

            “Am I not great, Author?” Arata prides himself in front of me when forcing his way into my apartment to tell me what he just did.

            He just saved himself, the film crew and the staff from the movie Love Like Ectasy, why does it feel like he prides himself as if he just saved the world from destruction?? I listened to Arata's passionate story while repeatedly asking that sentence in my mind.

            “Ya. . . yes. . . You are great, Arata. You and your popularity are great.” In the end, my mouth must praise Arata if Arata wants to stop boasting himself repeatedly in front of me.

            “Nah. . because I was so great and managed to save a lot of people,” added Arata.

            Right no, he prided himself as if he had just saved the lives of countless people from the destruction of the world. Benalu sucks this really. . . I kept grumbling inside my mind hearing Arata's words.

            “. . Give me a gift, Author!”

            My eyebrows shriveled at the word ‘hadiah’ came out of Arata's mouth. “What gift?? You just saved yourself from a re-shoot that just happened to save others too, why did you ask me for a gift when I got nothing?”

            “Didn't I do this for Author?” reply Arata quickly. Arata opened his hands wide and I knew very well what gift Arata wanted in his mind. “Just give me one hug, Author. The gift is already quite luxurious for me.”

            Arata smiled at me still with both of his arms wide open. I fell silent and acted as if I was ignoring her for a few minutes in the hope that Arata would lower both his hands and undo his intention to ask me for the gift.  But when I turned my head to look at him again, Arata's hands were still open and the smile was still on his lips. Arata was still waiting for me to run to hug him.

            “Contact. . . My beloved author. Give your handsome girlfriend a warm hug! Give this shitty pest food and energy source to survive!”

            Damnit damnit! This shitty bitch has learned how to whine well. Look at her face now, her eyes, her smile and the look on her face were as clear as a plain little child. If the fans see this they will definitely run to give Arata a hug and damn it. . . I follow along like an Arata fan.

            “Huh, basic!!!” I walked slowly towards Arata's two wide-open arms and prepared to receive my body in his arms. But. . .

            Ting tong. . My apartment bell rang just as I was about to arrive in Arata's arms, I immediately turned my body towards the door of the apartment and made Arata who was already very hopeful disappointed in a matter of seconds.

            “Ahhhh, who is the person who came now and disturbed my beloved Author who was about to give me a warm hug???”

            From behind I heard Arata's scolding that failed to get the prize after putting on a face and trying to seduce me. I could only smile at the scolding and enjoy a little bit of annoyance on Arata's face at the moment.

            Tong ting. . .

            My apartment bell rang again and made me open the door without seeing who the visitors were coming in today through the hole in the door.

            “Good afternoon, Author Wallflower.”

            The greeting was heard from a hoarse and deep voice which quite surprised me when I heard it. I looked at the figure of my guest from the top of the head to his feet because I felt foreign to his figure. The figure was wearing all-black clothes with accessories of a round black hat on his head and sunglasses on his face.

            “Is Arata inside?? Since then I pressed the next door bell to get no answer and I think Arata is now in the Author.” apartment

            I tilted my head because the figure of my guest this time knew Arata and knew that Arata was inside my apartment. Maybe he's an acquaintance of Arata, that's what I think considering the figure of my guest knew Arata was in my apartment. So. . because I didn't want to let anyone who wasn't my guest into my apartment, I called Arata instead.

            “Wait a minute, Sir. I'll call him for you.” I turned my head back and shouted. “Hei, Arata! Someone is looking for you!”

            “Who, Author?”

            “Sorry and excuse me, Author Wallflower!”

            The figure passed me just like that after saying those three words and then barged into my apartment just like that.

            “Hei brat!!”

            I heard a loud scream of a hoarse and deep voice as the figure of my guest entered my apartment and found Arata inside. I immediately ran into my apartment and found the figure of my guest was playing a chase with Arata in my apartment. Seeing that, I suddenly thought that my apartment had turned into a race track for the two men.

            “Teacher!!! Stop chasing me!!! Why do you keep this up every time you see me???”

            “Youuu!!! I thought you were going to make trouble!!! I made you my apprentice and wish I could be famous, but why are you also following along to make a sensation like me??? It even made Rama work hard to overcome the problems you created!!!”

            Arata and the figure kept running inside my apartment as if forgetting that this was my apartment and I saw them running.

            “Isn't that the reason the teacher gave Kak Rama as my manager??? Master knows I will make trouble like you!!”

            “Yes, I know you're going to make trouble, Arata!!! But I didn't expect that the trouble you created would be this big!!! You almost made that movie fail to release!!! Why don't you wait until the movie releases first just unmasked Bora, huh??”

            “Stop!!!” I shouted very loudly and managed to stop the two men in front of me from playing a chase.

            “Sorry, Author,” said Arata with a gasp of breath.

            The figure of my guest looked at me and I saw that he was still breathing well even after circling for a few minutes. The figure opened the hat and sunglasses that were above his head and face, and made me see what he looked like.

            “Sorry for my impoliteness, Author Wallflower. Introduce me the famous actor Rangga always make trouble, scandal and sensation.”

            “Sorry, Author!! My teacher was always like this when we met,” added Arata.

            I looked at the two men before me with a look of disbelief. Ah. . . this life. . . I haven't quite gotten over one actor that's by myself and now another actor that's famous for making trouble comes into my life again. I complained in my heart looking at the two men who came into my life.