MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

FAILURE IN THE LIVES OF MANY PEOPLE PART 1

            Ting tong's.

            Because yesterday at noon I was preoccupied by Warda who asked me to immediately confirm the cover for my fifth novel that will be published in two weeks, I can only do my sixth novel at night.

            Ting tong's.

            This bell that reads makes me lazy to move from my work chair because of the fatigue that I feel so much at this time.

            Ting tong's.

            But the bell kept ringing and teasing me as if saying that the person who rang the bell didn't want to budge on me and let me close my eyes for a moment because I didn't sleeps.

            Ting tong's.

            Lazily, I finally walked towards the apartment door and asked my apartment visitors who I did not invite. “Who's there?”

            “Is this really the apartment of Miss Asha, Author of Wallflower?” From his voice .. I knew that my visitor this time was a foreign man whom I had never heard his voice.

            “Yes, that's right. Who's over there? And what's the need to look for me?” my reply was doubtful. I know the security of this apartment well. The guard or door of this apartment will not let foreigners enter if they do not know the access code on the main door of this apartment building.

            Feeling that this uninvited visitor might be dangerous, I ran to my desk and grabbed my cell phone. I dialed the emergency number and prepared to make a call if the visitor was not invited this was someone who had bad intentions for me. I realized since my relationship with Arata was announced, there were certain parties who might not agree with this relationship because in their eyes I did not deserve to be with Arata.

            “Include my name Maha Wiyarta. I am the second sister of Arata,”

            Hear the word “Kakak from Arata”, I immediately opened the door of my apartment spontaneously and forgot about the possibility that this unwanted visitor was a stranger who might do me bad.

            “Kakak Arata?” resetting. I looked at the face of the man before me and found many feelings between him and Arata: from his eyes, eyebrows, nose shape, lips, face shape to body shape. It was obvious that this man in front of me was very similar to Arata. It's just that ... what distinguishes him from Arata that I've known all along is their very different aura.

            “Yes, I am Second Brother Arata, Maha Wiyarta and you can call me Kak Maha as Arata has done all this time.”

            I don't know why Brother Arata came here to see me and even took me to the nearest cafe. He even ordered a lot of food and drinks for me when we didn't know each other.

            I stared at the good looks on the faces of Second Brother Arata that seemed to be already in their genes and family DNA. I wonder in my mind, How did Father and Mother Arata look until their children had handsome-looking faces like angels that descended from the sky?

            Because we were sitting by the window and the corner of the cafe, I looked at my own reflection and found my appearance that was really far from being appropriate to be next to Arata. Suddenly a thought in my mind spoke to me. Look at that much food and drink, Asha!! Is it possible that Arata's family came to see you to say that you don't deserve to be next to Arata? The drink was prepared just to be spilled on you later!! You need to get ready, Asha!!”

            “Nona Asha??”

            “Y-ya??” I was shocked to hear my name being called and all the shadows that appeared in my mind instantly disappeared in an instant because of the call.

            “You must be confused why I came here to see you, right?”

            “Oke.” Maha then leaned against the back of the chair behind her and then gave a smile that I felt was saying if she was interested in something like Arata often did. “Because Miss Asha is currently curious, then let me hear some theories from your mind it.”

            “Teori?? What theory do you mean?” The more I look at it, the more I feel that this second brother Arata is someone who looks simple but is actually really complicated.

            “Didn't Miss be curious about my coming here, did she?

            I nodded my head to answer that question.

            “ ... Then I'd like to hear what your head has to say about the reason I came here to see you, miss. I heard Miss Asha is one of the top ten well-known Authors in the country.”

            I smiled at the little compliment. “Ten Famous Authors?? I don't think I deserve that compliment, Mr. Maha. The one who made me famous and was at this point was Arata. If it wasn't for Arata always carrying around my books and making his fans end up buying all my books, maybe I was just a little unknown writer.”

            “Nona Asha is quite humble, I love that trait, Miss.” The sight of second brother Arata then turned serious, the smile on his lips disappeared and made me feel the real reason this man had come here.

            “Why do you think I came here to see Miss?”

            “I think the Arata family disagrees about my relationship with Arata. You came to see me just to warn me, didn't you? Sir wants to say if I am just a mean and inappropriate writer with Arata” I said that answer without the slightest hesitation because indeed I myself feel inappropriate on Arata's side. Arata is a shining star liked by many. What should accompany the shining star is another shining star. That way ... the star will shine more. “Did you order this many drinks and food to spill it over my head like it happens in many movie scenes?”

            That question also did not forget I said with Second Brother Arata. If Kedu Arata's brother really wants to do that - spilling drinks over my head, then I can prepare my mentality as early as possible.

            Prok .. prok.

            “Hahahaha ..”

            I thought I was going to accept the drink like a shadow in my mind, but what I heard was a loud applause along with a loud laugh from Second Brother Arata. The man laughed for a while and made me look at him with a confused face. I was confused as to the reason he laughed like that: he laughed because I guessed correctly or he laughed because he felt my words were funny. I didn't know which one until the laughter stopped.

            “Do you writers always think dramatically like scenes in movies and soap operas?”

            I shook my head. “No, Sir. It's purely just my mind.”

            “Is it possible because for a few years Miss has been locked up, so Miss's way of thinking is like a movie scene? A little dramatic.” Suddenly second brother Arata blinked one eye at me as if he was teasing me like most men are flirting with women in movie scenes.

            “Mu-maybe like that.” I could only smile bitterly back at that remark because it was possible that was what happened to me. My interaction with other humans is very low and I mostly study outside developments through TV and the internet.

            “Honestly I said, I came here because I was very curious about our youngest brother's lover.  Our first brother Kendra sent me here to assess how our youngest sister's lover was. But I really did not expect if Miss is far from the shadow of all of us.”

            Hearing that, I knew that what was supposed to be true: I did not deserve to be by Arata's side. “I'm sorry if I don't match Mr.”'s shadow

            Second Brother Arata's smile is now wider I see. That smile was different from what I had in mind. Wasn't he finally disappointed with a woman like me? Why is he smiling at me? Is it possible that he feels happy because he managed to guess me correctly?