MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S
PSYCHOPATHIC ACTOR PART 1
“Ke-why can you be there? As I recall the apartment was empty,” my question with a little scream.
Arata tried to hold back his laughter and answer my question. “You've got a terrible thing, Author. I've been living here for almost a month and you don't know if you have a new neighbor???”
My eyes glared at the feeling that my misfortune brought by Arata would continue to haunt me and shadow me. After what happened to the autograph and the shoes, I hope I won't see another famous actor who likes to spread the charm. Well. .. This world is big.****we live in the same city, our chances of meeting should be very small considering that Arata and I are in different work environments.
It should be like that. . .
But who would have thought of this great world, it turned out that it could also look small until the chance of my meeting with the small Arata became an opportunity with great value and again. . an Arata lived next to my apartment, make the opportunity even bigger.
“You??? Stay here??? Why??” I don't believe what Arata said. “This is not a luxury apartment complex where famous people will choose to live in it.”
“Is there a rule that prohibits famous people from living in this apartment, Author Wallflower?”
“No.”
“Then I can stay here as I please, Author. I hope in the future we can be good neighbors, who will help each other if there is a problem.”
Shit, I actually helped him make excuses, I swear in his mind. “Why should I do it??”
“You certainly have to do it, Author.”
“Why??” I stared intently at Arata, annoyed that he always returned my words.
“Because I'm your fan, Author. Not an ordinary fan, I was your first fan. I'm also the fan who made you as famous as you are now. So treat me well, Author. Treat me as well as I treat my fans well. Maybe the right term for that situation is fan service. Author can treat me well, then I will continue to be a loyal Author fan.”
For a moment. . .heard his words, I felt a little understood the reason that might always want to be close to me. Just as Arata's fans are trying to attract his attention, Arata is doing the same. Arata only wants to be known by his idol who is none other than me.
Now another question comes to my mind. Of the many famous writers in this country, why did he choose me as his idol?
“Can I be-“
“Hahahaha. .”
A loud laugh suddenly came out of Arata's mouth and made me stop the sentence I was about to ask him. “Why are you suddenly laughing like that???”
“I'm sorry, Author. Since then. . I tried hard to hold it, but I can no longer hold it.”
“What are you talking about, Arata??”
Arata raised his hand above his head and made some movements that seemed to be beckoning me. “Hair. . .your hair, Author.”
“Hair me??” I turned towards the glass of my apartment that looked like a mirror from the outside and made me see how I looked right now. Shit. . I forgot I haven't combed my hair after waking up.
“It was a waste, I tried so hard to keep your image, Author. Your appearance really looks bad once now.”
Huft. I let out a breath trying to hold back my annoyance. Arata still laughed and saw me as I turned around and was about to enter my apartment.
“Asha, wait!”
Arata stopped his laughter and stopped my steps.
“What else?? You're still not satisfied laughing, huh??”
“Then it, I'm satisfied.”
“Then??”
“Don't show your bad looks to others.” Arata's face suddenly turned very serious.
“Of course, I won't do it. What used to see me in this state was only my editor. You don't have to worry about my image because I rarely get out of my apartment.”
“I'm not worried about your image, Author. Your image among your fans has been good for a long time. They see your writing and your work not how you look. Appearance is just a plus for a writer.” From the way he spoke to me, I saw a small smile glint at the corner of Arata's lips.
“Then if not that, then what?”
“That can see you only me. Because in my eyes right now, Author looks really funny and adorable. . . “ The glint of that smile is getting clearer I see. “Remember. . Only I can see it, because I was your first fan, Asha.”
I froze hearing Arata's words while Arata turned around and went inside his apartment leaving me still frozen because of his words.
As soon as I realized, I immediately cursed inside my mind. Shit, he must be playing me, right?? There are fans like him. He's not an idol but a psychopath. Damn I have a fanatic like him.
*
“You don't have to bother going up to my apartment and parking your car in the parking lot, Sena. I'm the one who got off.”
Like the promise we made yesterday, right at 9am Sena called me and came to pick me up. Since I had already made an appointment, at half-eight I woke up from my sleep and cleaned myself up after eating two slices of toast. . . I want to eat rice because I didn't eat all day yesterday and just slept because I didn't sleep for three days working on the script. Lucky it. . . Sena called me before leaving to pick me up and asked if I had breakfast. Since Sena said she was going to pass the store selling express breakfast boxes, Sena kindly bought me breakfast that I could eat all the way to the hospital.
“I'll be down, wait another five minutes, Sena.”
After locking the door to my apartment, I walked up to the elevator and waited for the elevator to take me down. . . This little trip was an easy one because I just needed to get out of my apartment and go to the hospital to keep my promise to see Warda.
“August, Author.”
. .my little trip that forced me to get out of my apartment was an easy one. But. . I forgot one factor that would be a nuisance on my little journey to keep my promise. Without seeing the face of the owner of the voice, I knew very well that the owner of the voice that had just greeted me was Arata, the rising famous actor, my fans and also my new neighbor. In an instant a bad feeling filled my mind and made my mind remind me that my little trip today would not be as easy as I thought.
