Hey guys... long time no see. It's been more than two weeks, I guess...

Sorry for making you wait so long for the continuation of this story, because I am or was really busy with school activities, homeworks and other things. And now I have a little free time to continue this story...

I really thank you for your patience to wait for the continuation of this story. And also, I want to thank Pableroski for another fav and follow...

Now... happy reading...

3rd person POV

"Damn it...!"

Inside a magnificent building, known as the Magna House... in a private room measuring 10 meters x 10 meters, with air conditioning facilities, a rectangular glass table with four sofas around it... a sink with a square mirror in front of it... a teenager, a male scarlet macaw, who had just shouted with a little overflowing anger, stood in front of the sink after throwing his fist towards the mirror, even so, he didn't intend to break it, only venting his anger at his reflection in the mirror.

"How can he forget both of us?!" continued that scarlet macaw, named Alex... staring at his own reflection behind the mirror.

Meanwhile, not far from where he stood, a yellow feathered bird, the same age as him, sat on one of the four sofas, and stared at the black wood table in front of her with a face that was completely different from the look on Alex's face... that yellow girl looked calm...

"Calm down, Alex..." said the yellow bird, calmly, "He is not forgetting us, but from the beginning... he never knew us."

'Right... he, from the beginning, never knew us. He always disappeared in the crowd, like an illusion. He never cared about us, maybe even... about himself and his books.' the yellow bird then spoke to herself, to prevent Alex from knowing what was in her mind.

Alex turned, then looked at the yellow bird, named Emy, "Well, you look so calm, eh?" he looked at Emy who was staring blankly at the table in front of her.

"Calm, you say...?!"

What Alex said just now, made her...

'Oh no...' said Alex to himself regretfully, seeing Emy's expression that slowly began to change...

"How rude! I am angry now, you know!" she then stomped her wings against the table in front of her, then stood up and began to raise her tone,"Damn Hyacinthum G... after three years just disappeared, how could he forget me. Even though he is the one who should be responsible for making me like this. I want to be a writer just to destroy him, because his story made me shed tears. But, after that, he wrote boring stories, and immediately disappeared without saying anything...!"

'She is really angry now...' Alex could only comment once more in his mind, after realizing the changes in her facial expression, and the aura around her began to heat up.

"You'll see, Hyacinthum G... I will erase your existence with my chapters..." Emy smiled narrowly, showing a face like a criminal.

'Someone, please... save me. I can't do anything...' Alex still said to himself,'She is really a terrible girl.'

Quiet girls, who rarely or never shows their expression and feelings, doesn't mean they don't feel anything. They only tend to keep their feelings for themselves behind their expression faces. Until the time comes, the feeling overflows in their hearts, so that it cannot be stopped again... as happened to that yellow bird... Emy.

In the midst of the hot and tense atmosphere, Alex was saved by the door of the room that opened, then a female owl with white gray fur, walked into the room. Her big eyes looked at the two teenage birds that were right in front of her.

"So...?" Alex asked the owl, named Aryna... his editor and also Emy's editor.

"Don't worry... your books must be warmly accepted here. Moreover, your books are still new and there are no copies. It is certain that people will..." but, Aryna hasn't said what she has in her mind...

"No... but his book." Alex cut her words, "Is his book also accepted here?" he explained the true meaning of his question just now.

Emy and Aryna just fell silent after hearing Alex's question that was really clear. Specifically, he looked as if he cared more about Hyacinthum G's book.

Aryna sighed, "No..." then she answered Alex's question with just one word... just one word, to make his face show disappointment and dismay.

"I knew it..." Emy continued, with her calm face.

Alex, who heard her expression suggesting that she had known from the beginning if this would happen, "What do you mean, Emy?" asked Alex, still not understanding.

"You know what is meant by an art exhibition, aren't you?" Emy as usual, began her explanation with a question, "Art exhibitions like this are rarely held. From paintings, music, to literature are all here. "

Alex just stared at her in silent...

"All artworks are sent and handed over to the committee here, under the supervision of the elite." Emy continued, "Everything is a work of art that has been fully completed. Paintings, piece of music, even books."

"So, you mean... Hyacinthum G can't give up his story because of that?" Alex slowly began to understand what Emy and Aryna meant.

"Right... books here... both fiction and non-fiction books... from novels to philosophical books written by ancient geniuses... everything has been recorded." Emy clarified what she would say,"Unfortunately, Hyacinthum G's chapters are still in the form of a script. Like a soul without body... "

"Then why? Why didn't he recorded his own? Doesn't he have many editors who are willing to publish his script?" Alex asked once more...

"Don't expect anything weird... how long do you think Hyacinthum G has stopped writing, huh? Three years is not a short time, you know. During that time... there must be a lot of editors who break the contract with him, because they don't want to risk waiting for a writer who can't be sure to come back... no matter how genius the writer is." Emy gave her final explanation , because after that...

"This is really ridiculous...!" Alex raised his voice, "Even though I've been waiting for three years, but when he is in front of my eyes, he suddenly disappeared again..."

'It feels like you are in the middle of a very hot desert... you walk alone without hope under the hot sun, holding your thirst. When suddenly, you find a glimmer of hope in front of you... a large lake in the middle of the desert, an oasis. Immediately, you ran toward that oasis with hope to get rid of this thirst, and cool your dusty body. But unfortunately... when you arrive at a place where you think there is a hope, it turns out that hope is just an illusion, a mirage... that's what I feel right now, disappointment after relief.'

That was the expression of Alex's feelings in his heart...

"Well, at least..." Emy then began to say once more, "He's back to write, right?"

Alex looked to his left, and stared at something more beautiful than the oasis in the desert. He might not find an oasis in the desert, but he could see the stars shining brightly on that barren land. The stars aren't illusions, even though he can't reach them... but at least, they don't disappear like mirages.

What is visible in his eyes right now is... a pure smile on the cold bird's face. Emy's smile that really rarely formed on her expressionless face...

"So that he can become a rival that deserve to defeated by us..." Emy continued, still smiling at him.

Alex, who saw the most beautiful and rare phenomenon in the world, just paused for a moment... sighed and then returned her smile, "Haaah... you're right. I never expected such words to come out of a bird like you."

"What do you mean 'bird like you'?" Emy's cold words returned... and her expression changed as usual.

"Nothing..." replied Alex, chuckling awkwardly.

"Then what will you say?" asked Aryna, after seeing her two students solve their problems in their own way.

"Go home... I want to write another chapter as my backup weapon. This time, I will make sure Hyacinthum G sees me." Alex answered firmly.

"Well, because my business for today is finished. I think I will go home too and do as Alex said." Emy answered calmly in her usual tone.

"Then it's decided. The lesson for today is to prepare each of you for your big day tomorrow!" Aryna exclaimed, in this little room to cause echo in it.

"Okay...!" Alex and Emy shouted simultaneously.

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Meanwhile... in the front park of the Magna House building

Blu's POV

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"What?! Your story can't be handed over to the committee?!"

The voice of Roberto and Gracie mingling between the sounds of the wind blowing on the leaves in a shady tree that grew up near the four of us who stood under its shade... besides me, there was also Jewel who just stared at me from behind the backs of my two best friends who would soon interrogate me...

"Well, I can't do anything about it..." I replied smiling awkwardly to the two of them, "It turns out they just want to receive a script in the form of a book published by certain editors."

"You're so careless..." Gracie said to me who still simply smiled,"How could you not know the terms of theirs?"

"Well, it's like Blu we know..." Roberto continued, giving his comment.

"Ah, I see..."

I heard Jewel begin to speak, from behind Roberto and Gracie's back. She spoke while looking at her cell phone screen... I think she found something...

"The sponsor who held an art exhibition this year is different from previous years..." continued Jewel, still staring at her cell phone screen, "More precisely, this year's art exhibition is private, which means, if you send your best work at this exhibition, you will get an honorarium, but on condition that your work has become a masterpiece and is widely recognized by experts as well as getting many awards."

Roberto, Gracie, and I walked up to her so that we could more clearly listen to her explanation...

"This year's art exhibition sponsor is a billionaire. He has rented the entire Magna House building, as well as rented the orchestra group and some pianists and violinists." Jewel then stopped reading what was behind the screen of her cell phone, and suddenly grabbed my script that was on my wing so quickly that I didn't realize at all if my script is now in her grasp.

"Hey..." I snapped.

"As for your story..." Jewel stared at my script for a moment, "Still in the form of a wingwritten sheets of paper, moreover your wingwriting looks bad... of course your work was immediately rejected."

"Shut up..." I grumbled, taking back my script,"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning that their requirements are so damn complicated?"

"I didn't know either... I thought this year's exhibition is the same as in previous years. I found the information a second ago." she replied casually.

"Then, how do we convince them to accept Blu's story?" Gracie asked with a worried face.

"Why are you looking disappointed, instead of Blu?" Roberto, who was standing next to her, asked her nonsense.

Well, I think it's natural that Roberto asked about that, because I'm the one who should feel disappointed and sad. Because I struggled to finish my chapters. All my memories enveloped my pencil... the memories of my mother, and in response to that, my wings trembled.

This is my punishment...

"That's because..." Gracie lowered her eyes, staring at the grassy land, "Blu has been struggling to write those chapters, even he didn't sleep for several nights."

Roberto, who heard her answer, was silent... so did Jewel. I think I know what she meant. It's true, it takes more effort to create such a beautiful chapter... and I'm also quite sure if J Gemma also did the same thing as me. She must have worked very hard to write her two books... although at the book fair, her two successful books, which captivated many of her readers' hearts, failed to be published because of me, though she wanted her books to be known by the world.

Mistakes keep repeating... though it's better if she got angry with me. Well, I think what happened to her, now turned over to me...

"Don't you have any editors who are willing to publish yours?" Jewel asked suddenly, her face looking concerned.

"That's impossible... I've stopped writing for three years, of course my contract with them is over.

"I see..." Jewel then let out a long sigh.

None of us spoke after that... the four of us just stood quietly in the shade of shady trees, while enjoying the cool breeze of summer. Even so... none of us really enjoyed it. This daytime atmosphere feels bleak, even though the weather is so bright today.

'They have worked hard for me... I think I'd better thank those who have helped and supported me.' I whispered to myself, staring at my best friends who were silent staring at the ground they step on.

"Well... at least..." the first words came out of my beak after five minutes of emptiness, "I'm able to write again, right?"

Jewel, Roberto and Gracie looked at me...

"These are all thanks to all of you who have always helped a stupid, stubborn, and selfish writer like me... so that I can write back after many years." I continued my profound words, "I... I am very grateful."

Especially to you, who has dragged me back to this stage...

I really have no idea... what response they will give me that has been helped by them. Will they feel disappointed with me or angry with me? But, I think it's better if they feel disappointed and angry with me because of me who failed, even though they have struggled to help me.

Especially to you, who has dragged me back to this feeling... feelings of anger, disappointment, and sadness...

Then...

"Looks like you're in trouble, aren't you, Glu?"

But apparently... my guess missed. I haven't had the chance to hear the answers from the three of them, because suddenly we heard an adult female voice coming from behind my back. That voice is very familiar in my ears...

I turned my body, and looked back where the source of the voice came from...

I can see her very clearly... an adult female bird that has the same color as us. Her pale blue eyes looked at the four of us, her smile reminded me of my past... even though her posture is completely different from eleven years ago, she now looks slimmer and taller. However, I can still remember her friendly smile when she saw me. And she wasn't alone... she stood behind the shadows of the trees with her seven-year-old daughter who looked very much like her... the color of feathers, eyes to the beak and tail... her daughter hid shyly behind her mother.

I saw the two of them in 'rather' surprise... of course, because for years I had never met her, until suddenly she appeared here with her daughter...

Chapter 20 : Writer's Soul

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"Mimi...?!"

And done...

Well, as you can see... Mimi has a daughter in this story, how surprised... Nah, I don't think so. But anyway, I haven't yet decided what her name is. Therefore, I'm gonna ask you... 'If Mimi has a daughter, what would you name her daughter?' I really wonder what name suits her daughter. Oh and one more... Mimi's appearance in this story is completely different from the film... It's just that she is slimmer and slightly taller since she gave birth to her daughter. I hope you can get used to Mimi's new appearance...

I guess that's all... I'll see you again soon...