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UNEXPECTED AND UNEXPECTED PART 2

Amidst the chaos, Sena pulled my hand and made a gap for me to get out of the mess. Seeing Sena walking in front of me, I realized one thing that had never happened: I always walked in front of Sena and never walked behind Sena.

            This back.  For an observer who has always observed the lives of others from a distance, recognizing one's back and the way one walks is one of several ways to identify. During my time in my apartment, I always did that when I saw the streets below and people passing by in the streets. Of the many people who pass by the streets every day, I recognize some people despite not knowing that person personally. There was a man wearing a wide back who walked quickly and walked down the street near my apartment every 7:30. Then there is the woman with the hoodie who always covers her head with the hoodie, but lets her hair down.  He always walked with earphones in both ears and always walked with his head down.

            That way ... is one of the few ways I use to learn to write novels. I always do that when I see people I know. Unfortunately ... Because Arata's whereabouts took up a lot of my time and my mind, I didn't realize that I had never seen Sena's back and only seen her walk a few times. And that reason also made me not recognize the figure of the man in black who was caught by CCTV cameras was stalking me.

            “We're already outside, Sena. You can release your hands!” After making it out of the mess, Sena led me out of the hall and continued walking all the way to the deserted corridor. I was unaware of the situation because I was busy with my own thoughts from earlier.

            Sena did not let go of her hand in my hand and instead grasped it tightly.

            “I said freelance, Sena!!”

            I raised my tone and tried to give Sena an affirmation. But Sena did not care about it at all and instead looked at me with a horrible smile that I had never seen from her.

            The warning! My thoughts gave me a warning that the longer I was with Sena, the closer I got to danger.

            I tried to rebel from Sena, but Sena managed to lock my movements with just one hand.

            “Sleep for a while, My dear Asha.”

            Sena's other free hand suddenly pulled out a white cloth from inside her suit pocket and the white cloth was used to smother my mouth. I wanted to rebel, but the smell of the cloth seemed to make all my senses weaken. My eyes began to blur and my body did not obey my orders. I'm sure in a matter of minutes, I'll fall into the darkness.

            That's all I can remember.

            “How is this room??” Sena walked over to me and sat by the bed. “I designed this room specifically for you, Asha. This room is better than your apartment, Asha. From here you can see the beautiful view of the lake and here we are alone. There will be no one who can interfere with the pleasure of the two of us here. You can write your novel here quietly, without interference from people who always make you feel depressed.”

            I kept my body away from Sena. But because my hands and feet were tied, I couldn't get away from him with such a large distance.

            “Why me?” I asked that question to Sena. Honestly .. I feel very curious about it. In my eyes .. I am not attractive to the point that someone can become so obsessed with me as Sena did. And again .. I wouldn't ask that question if the person holding me was an Arata fan. “From many women, why me?”

            “That day .. I was working on a novel by another author. You know Asha, from the many famous writers I know and all this time I've followed, you're the best. Even after being famous, you always humanize the editor who edits your script. You weren't even mad at me when your script needed a major overhaul. But other writers are different, Asha. They threw me with a book when they received the repairs I proposed. They cussed, telling me that I was too picky and too strict. They told me that I was just an editor, a complement to the part of the script they wrote.” For a moment .. heard the story of Sena when working with other writers, making me remember the events of Warda in the past. Warda also often complained the same thing to me when facing other famous writers.

            “Warda ... once told me about it.”

            “Yes ... Warda is a kind and understanding woman. Too bad, he doesn't know that I like you. So he was a little presumptuous of me by introducing me to some women who were just chasing the look of a man as their lover.”

            My bad feeling immediately gave me a warning.  Seeing the face of Sena who suddenly turned upset because of Warda's efforts to find a soul mate for her, I was afraid that Sena would do something bad to Warda.            

            “You ... did not harm Warda right?” many nervous.

            Sena smiled again. “Because of his good deeds to me while working as his subordinate, I did not harm him, Asha. Take it easy, Kak Warda is still fine.”

            Huft. I breathed a sigh of relief because at least I knew my best friend and colleague who had always cared for me, was doing well out there.

            “... Back to my first meeting with you, Asha. That day ... I happened to be working on a script of a writer who used the street near your apartment as part of his story. So I went there several times for observation and accidentally saw you sitting on your balcony.  Through the camera, I saw you looking and watching people passing by. One day, two days, three days, four days and for a week I was there, you were always there. And that's how I liked you, Asha.”

            I remember in my third novel, there was a scene where the main character walks around carrying a camera in his hand and taking pictures on the streets. In that scene ... the main character who always looks for his lover after his eyes are operated on, should be able to find the lover he is looking for because his camera accidentally photographed his lover who was on the balcony. But since the main character of the man was unaware of what his camera captured, the journey to find her lover then becomes a long journey that makes her actually have to meet another woman who has the same face with her lover.

            “You seem to remember that, Asha??” Sena smiled wider and stroked my face again because she felt so happy.

            “I-it was the scene part of the novel ketigaku.”

            “It's true, Asha. I can find your identity after reading your novels. While reading the scene from your third novel, I knew you saw me at the time too. You watched me that time just as I did and once I found that scene, how happy I was, Asha. I who had been underestimated by the annoying writers, it was so noticed by the famous author by the name of Wallflower.”