It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 9: Galau

I have officially stated that I accepted his invitation to be a comic writer together. Starting today, we are partners.

"Well, finally, I'm the illustrator, and you're the author of the story, together, we can definitely be the number one comic in Indonesia." Adit looked really excited.

I walked to the edge of the bed, then sat there and said, "Yes, after I thought there was no harm in following your dream path…"

"Yes, right? Hehe.." Adit cut while pointing his thumb at me.

The window of Adit's room, which was two meters in front of me, was open, displaying a twilight cloud that was slowly eroded by the dark color. Whether it was because it was cloudy or indeed the day was almost dark. The breeze blows from outside the window, I can feel the blow even if only a minute.

"At first I thought I didn't need to be grandiose in life. When I failed to pursue the dream of being a novelist, living a safe life by being an office worker, was the last option. However, if indeed writing a comic can be tried, you should try first. We are young, the journey of our lives is still long, we do not know where will lead to life choices that we take, who knows, would be fun if tried." I smiled after saying that.

"And if we fail, we can try again." Adit connected my words.

"Lo really."

I felt lucky after thinking about something. Maybe there are many people out there who want to be a comic, then because he can not be a picture, finally choose to be a novel writer. But I'm lucky, I don't need the hassles of practicing drawing for years because I have a good drawing team. I had the opportunity to try to be a comic and I could also try to be a novelist again if the mood came. I'm really lucky.

I straightened up, looked at Adit, then asked, "So, where should we start, to send a script to Aneka Komik magazine?"

Adit was seen holding his chin after I asked him that. He thought while glancing at the ceiling for a few seconds. I think he's still confused, Deh, how.

"Hmm... write comic script, keep sending by e mail?"

"Yes, I know that too. But what do we want to write a comic about first?" I stared flat at him.

"How do you like comics?" He even turned back.

"What a kayak, huh? Comic fight I like, clean."

"Well, same, me too." Adit is full of passion. "What's your favorite comic?" He continued nanya.

"One piece, Dragon Ball." Answer me.

Adit nodded. "Ah, I like that too."

Although I do not read comics very often, but I know and like the two comic titles. From SD I love reading One Piece and Dragon Ball comics, I also watched the anime.

Adit thought for a moment, before finally saying again, "Where if we make an action genre, you have no idea what story?"

I shake my head. Not knowing what to write, he suddenly said that. I try to think seriously, try to think of something.

At first glance, I think of a story about pirates, but I know that it's something difficult in the picture, especially Adit is a beginner, would definitely memgerepotin him if I write about it.

I keep thinking, trying to find the idea in my head. Various things about the fight story have sprung up but it is not clear what will be like.

"Lo seemed to think really hard," Adit suddenly said that. "No need to think about it right now, yan. I also need to practice a few things."

I was a little jolted because Adit suddenly broke the silence when I thought of the idea. A drill? What other exercise? His picture is really good.

"What other exercises, you've got a really good picture of that."

Adit shook his head, "The image of fanart is the same picture of the comic is very different, you know. I have to learn anatomy, background images, character expressions, etc." Evidently.

"Certainly? When can we start working on it?" Ask me.

"Give me another month or two, I'll train hard to fix my flaws."

"Okay," I nodded.

Her night…

After taking a shower and dinner with an omelet, I fell asleep on the mattress in a quiet room, thinking about everything that was milling in the head.

What am I doing, anyway? Suddenly, Adit Patneran wants to write a comic. I am a pretty males guy. Alesan why I want to be a novel writer, it's because I'm lazy if someday I have to work hard, use my physical excessive just to earn money. Honestly, for me mending tired of thinking rather than physically tired, let alone tired of heart. I then tilted, facing the wall, staring at the white wall of the room.

I have been rejected by publishers repeatedly, I have also written almost a year, not a story at all. Can I still? What if the script I write later will actually be a bad thing that will hinder Adit?

If Adit, clean, has not been doubted lagj, the picture is very good. The sketch I saw yesterday was really good, but it was just a sketch. Even though he said that he needed training, I'm sure he managed to fix the shortcomings he meant in a short time, I'm sure of that. Yeah, that's good, anyway, if if he's that kind of person, you want to develop. But, can I compensate later? I'm not sure.

I then got up from the fall because my head was a bit dizzy, a lot of thought maybe. I looked around the room. Bosen, there is nothing else I can do, this mall I do not need to do PR or study because tomorrow there is no PR. I'm really nervous, there's nothing I can do.

I grabbed HP, put it in the bag, got up, walked, stepped into the living room whose light was brighter than my room lights that had not been changed for a long time.

I sit on the sofa, TV, try entertainment, who knows can turn the spirit of life, I really am this malem.

My index finger pressed the button a few times in the remote to change the broadcast. I don't know what kind of show I'm looking for, I don't think anything is entertaining at all. I think I'm upset again, huh.

Not long after I moved the show to the newscast, my HP suddenly rang. I felt confused after staring at the screen, I received a call from an unknown number.

"Hello…?" I started picking up the phone.

Seriate…