MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S

PSYCHOPATHIC ACTOR PART 2

“Pagi.” I briefly replied to Arata's morning greeting while glancing a little at him. This morning Arata wore a black suit, black jacket, black pants, black shoes, sunglasses, black mask and a black hat. I just wanted to take a glance at it, but because Arata's all-black appearance made me stunned and ended up staring at him.

            “Why see me? Do I look good in your eyes today, Author?”

            I would love to hit this guy in front of me on the head when I remember his age four years younger than me. But once again. . I remember who I am and who he is, I held myself back and could only clench my hand.

            “Which part of you now can show you this handsome? You covered almost your entire face with sunglasses, a black mask and a black hat?” my reply. “I see you because it's a wonder you're wearing a black suit on this sunny day, do you perhaps want to visit the home of someone who just died??”

            “Ah this. ..black is my favorite color, Author. Please Author should remember it.”

            Ting. . the elevator that will take me to open the door. It just so happened that the elevator was empty and made me have to be alone with Arata for a few minutes. It just so happened that I was telling me that my misfortune would never end when I was with Arata.

            “What floor, Author?” Arata who was standing next to the elevator button asked me.

            “Lobi, thank you.”

            The elevator door closed and started to take us both down.

            “Author where to go? Dressed up like this?” Arata started a conversation between the two of us and broke the silence that became our third friend. “Don't Author hate getting out of your apartment??”

            “I have to visit Warda. Yesterday she gave birth. I should have come to visit him yesterday but since I didn't sleep for three days because of my work, I was only able to visit him today.” I shut my mouth after answering a question from Arata because I felt something was wrong with me at the moment. My mind made a question to me because of this strange act of mine. Why do I answer Arata's questions so easily? I wouldn't normally say anything even if that person was an employee in the Warda office working.

            “Then why did Author get off in the lobby and not in the lower parking lot?” Arata asked me again.

            And as before I answered Arata's question again as if we had known each other for a long time. “I'm lazy to drive my own car. Because that substitute Warda-Sena came to pick me up.”

            I pinched my left leg with my left hand. I pinched my leg to make myself realize that I shouldn't have answered Arata's question, that I shouldn't be close to Arata. Actors, artists, singers and public figures are a group of people who have a lot of followers and fans. Their lives are far from quiet because they are always in the spotlight of the camera and many people. That's why I don't like them and don't want to be close to them. It's not that I don't like them, it's just that I don't like being in the spotlight and being the center of attention as they go. The same reason has always been my reason for hiding myself behind Wallflower's pen name.

            Were it not for the threat posed to Warda, I would probably forever choose to hide behind the Wallflower name and the walls of my apartment.

            Ting. The elevator doors opened and made me see the lobby clearly. I raised my right leg and was about to walk out. But my steps stopped and quickly the elevator door closed because Arata pulled my arm and made me almost fall towards him.

            “What are you doing, Arata?” I asked in a slightly angry and annoyed tone as this was not the first time Arata had touched me without my permission.

            “I changed my mind, Author. I used to want to go have fun and visit my parents but. .”  

            I tried to let go of his hand in my hand. But like before, my efforts failed because his hand that showed his veins was much stronger than mine.

            “I'll take Author to see Miss Warda. Today I'm going to take my time for Author. Isn't Miss Warda a big fan of mine? He would be happy if I came to see him along with Author.”

            I stared intently at Arata, still trying to let go of his hand in my hand. Due to the sunglasses and mask covering her face, I couldn't see how her eyes and expression were at the moment. But I don't care anymore about who Arata is because I think he's been so outrageous.

*

            There are no proper words other than psychopaths to describe what Arata did to me. I thought at first he was only intending to help me but repeatedly Arata crossed his line and acted more than he should. I understand that I'm his idol and he's trying to catch my attention like many of his fans do. But no matter how I looked, whatever he did was something that was already more than a fan and could be said to be fanatical. In addition, the way that sometimes like to force it, makes me remember some psychopathic films that I learned in making characters in my novels.

            “Hai, Sena. I'm really sorry, something I can't explain happened. Let's meet at the hospital. .” Because of this psychopathic actor who is none other than my new neighbor, I hurriedly took my phone and informed Sena who had been waiting for me in front of my apartment. I felt really bad for having made an appointment with Sena and made her wait a long time before I finally cancelled the appointment because of the Forced-Arata.

            Kruyuk. . . kruyuk. . .

            On the way to the hospital where Warda was treated, my stomach rang because it was no longer able to withstand hunger.

            “Author hasn't had breakfast?” Arata glanced at me because he heard the sound of my stomach upsetting me for not being able to hold my hunger any longer.

            “It should have been. . but since all day yesterday I was just sleeping and not eating, my stomach was hungry again. Because of you, I didn't eat the breakfast Sena bought me.”

            “Good if so. My choice was never wrong.”

            “What's sa-“ I haven't solved my question when Arata suddenly turned the steering wheel and made his black sports car turn into a resto that provides service thru drive. “You hungry too?”

            “No.” Arata's black sports car takes the drive-thru line.

            “Then why are you here?”

            “Of course feed my already very hungry Author. I am a fan of attention. So since my Author is starving, I have to give Author a meal.”

            Glug. I gulped my saliva hearing Arata's words. I was confused as to how I should react properly in this situation. Before-before. . I have studied many situations like this to create a plot in my novel. But. . when I confronted Arata and experienced the same situation, everything I learned suddenly disappeared from my mind as if they had never existed and I had never learned.

            “You want to eat rice or bread, Author?” Arata asked me again when I still could not manage my thoughts properly.