"Are you a writer?" I heard him ask me when my two readers left. But I didn’t answer him and I pretended that I didn’t hear what he said because I didn’t have any intention to talk to him. He is not important and he doesn't seem to have anything sensible to talk about. So I won’t waste my saliva and time on him.

"Do you know that I am thinking that writers are liars?" There he caught my attention so I looked at him badly while he was just smiling at me. Kind of doesn’t care what he says and how I feel. "All writers are liars and swindlers." He repeats what he said and obviously annoys me because he has a big smile now.

I couldn't stand it either so I straightened up and faced him. If only the look was deadly he would have fallen earlier. What made the weather cold, he warmed my head because of what he said. I'm going to have high blood pressure because of him.

“Excuse me Mr, you don't know what the writers are fighting for in the stories they write so don't call them liars and cheaters just because you don't like their profession or maybe because you don't like something they write,” I said angrily to him. I want to slap him with the things I was carrying when until he will lose consciousness.

“There is nothing wrong with what you said why I called them liars. And no matter what you say, I think the same thing about all the writers and the stories they write and that won't change and you're in it. Writers are liars and deceivers because they write only nonsense and lies.”

As if he had said that I am a liar and a cheater. Right in my face.

My head got even hotter with this ‘man’. He had the courage to call me a liar and a deceiver when he did not know me. Does he know how hard it is to write a story to make people happy? Because all he knew to do was bully and be ardent.

"Fyi I don't know you and you don't know me either, so don't say I'm a liar just because I'm a writer." My tendon almost came out but even so, I still tried not to shout. "Maybe you lack the love that is why you hate stories full of love."

“Hmph! What if I told you I knew you. ” I am silent because of what he said. "And I'm not mad at the stories but to the people behind the stories."

"I don't care, because you just judged me for being their writer like you do to me now."

“Nope! I really know you. Because all writers like you have the same traits.” I raised an eyebrow at him because I was already frowning at him. “Apart from being deceivers and liars, you are also afraid to face the truth. In other words, you are cowards who hide in the letters and letters you write.”

I keep silent at the last thing he said. I don’t know why, but my heart suddenly pounded because of what he said. The rain subsided a bit so he threw the tarpaulin on the side and shook his clothes and then left. But before he could go any farther, he turned to me first.

"You can't answer, why because it's true?" he asked while smiling.

"There is nothing true in what you said, even one of what you said is not in my habit and there is not even one true in all that you said," I replied to him and raised an eyebrow at him.

"You said so!" he said then stepped away but he suddenly stopped and turned to me.

"Don't take what I said too seriously, you also judged me when you saw me holding your sister's hand but I didn't take it seriously nor get hurt. Now we are fair, both judgmental and being judging at each other. I just retracted from your judgment and I have no intention of hurting your pride. Unless what I said is true,” he said as he left.

Fuck you! You don't know how much effect your words have on me. You don’t know that there is a part there that is true and I feel like right now everything you said is not for all writers but just for me only.