The Ghost Writers
My pain

The rainbow that seemed to be getting bored, finally came to me and the Father with a sullen face. I greeted the cute-faced girl and then my face.

"Are you tired of playing?" ask the Father while poking the chin of the rainbow.

Who would have thought, my little girl seemed to understand what you said because you nodded. The rainbow rubbed his eyes, and it was a sign that he was tired of asking to be put to bed.

"Bring to the room first. Then keep telling the story again. You also want to rest," said the Father and I carried it with a smile.

We got off the couch and went to our rooms. Even though the day is still fairly early in the morning, but the rainbow looks tired. I was worried that she was sick because I felt her body getting a little hot.

"Sick rainbow?" ask me when I lay my little princess's body on the bed.

The rainbow shook its head and just asked me to hug it. I put him to sleep while stroking his back. But this time, I'm pretty sure my son is sick.

The thing I was most afraid of after getting married was that a family member fell ill. It is better for me who is sick because I know how to heal faster than a child who is still difficult to express his feelings and desires.

I always provide various types of drugs attach a portable fever compress to the Rainbow forehead.

However, I don't know what makes it funny because Rainbow giggles as it sticks to his forehead.

"Eh, don't take it off. It's a cure so that Rainbow heals quickly," I said because of Rainbow prank hands like wanting to pry it.

The rainbow did not sleep and laughed. I thought I might invite him to play. However, I, who had memorized his habit, tried another way to put him to sleep.

"Mama story yes," I said while supporting the head with the position of the body tilted towards the rainbow.

"Tales?" tanya Rainbow looked at me fixedly with round eyes like marbles.

I smile. "Yes a fairy tale" I replied as I stroked her slightly distended stomach perhaps drinking too much formula. "At one point, there was a beautiful girl who was confused when her book went missing" I began to tell her stories. Kulirik Rainbow and I saw him like he was focused on listening. "The beautiful girl was sad because the book meant so much to her. The book kept all his ideas."

The rainbow looked at me with blinking eyes. I'm not sure if my daughter understands what I'm saying.

However, because of my goal of getting this adorable sweet to sleep, I just continue. Actually, the fairy tale was a true story when my book went missing.

At that time, I tried to remember the last time I put it down. I dismantled it and made my room fall apart because it was not found. I always carry that book and it feels ridiculous that it doesn't exist.

"People's stolen time anyway?" my grumbling's getting pissed.

I tried to calm myself down by sipping a glass of water from the gallon dispenser available in my room at the time.

Breathe deeply and close your eyes for a moment while holding an empty glass in your hand. I took my memory back a few hours before I arrived at the boarding house.

"So the book I entered this backpack," I slowly muttered as I held the bag I was using. "Then I went home from work to the bus stop. Supposedly, the book was still inside because I didn't come out. Then the bus came and I sat on the back bench of the driver. Then get an idea because see a girl guy fighting on the sidewalk. Then, I opened the bag and wrote on the book. After that ...," I said slowly while remembering the incident this afternoon. "Geez! The book is missing on the bus! Well, how the hell is a big teledor!" grumbling irritated.

Of course, my carelessness made my heart feel like it was being lashed by a typhoon in the ocean. I'm not sure I can find the book again even on the same bus.

But I did not despair before I tried. I quickly got out of the bed where the clock was still showing at six in the afternoon. I thought, it's not too dark considering Jakarta is a busy city.

I walked out of the room and didn't forget to lock the door. This time, I rushed to the stop near where I live where I usually wait for the bus to go to the office.

Yeah, that's how my life goes. After graduating high school with satisfactory grades, I had an internship in one of the supermarkets to become SPG.

At that time, the road to becoming a scriptwriter was still quite difficult unlike today.

So, I am realistic about finding a job that fits my graduation and is being needed right away.

The typewriter I kept up until now was a memento of Mas Tulis when I graduated High School.

Of course I was overwhelmed when I got it. Therefore, I take care of and always use every time so as not to forget where I originally learned writing.

However, my mother's father regretted it because he said, I'm a talented child.

They hope that I can get a well-established job and pensioner money when old so that I don't have to get tired of working like them.

However, to go to college requires a lot of money. My parents, I don't even have them myself.

I just still don't know what majors are right to choose considering the many things I want to do in addition to experience.

Only, the biggest regret when I was trying to make it happen, my parents had already been summoned by the Almighty before seeing her daughter succeed.

My parents died in an accident while attending the wedding of a friend of Dad's office who was out of town. They both drove the bus with other employees.

Naas, the sleepy bus driver did not see the roadblock and the large vehicle was plunged into the ravine.

Bad luck sided with my two parents because they were pronounced dead in the following places some other passengers. Only a few people survived the tragedy.

The news had become a trending topic for several months and made my sadness even more widespread.

Of course I'm grieving. I was so close to my parents that I almost never had a fight.

I became an orphan where my parents were also only children so I had no siblings.

Many friends even Mas Tulis came to the house as a form of condolence including the school.

It was just that, their arrival was as if just like the wind was whispering. My heart still feels cold as if it is losing the sun and the beauty of the rainbow.

Luckily, the office where Dad works provides benefits even though the school also provides compensation.

All that money is not enough to get on with life. Money from death insurance also does not allow me to live for the next few years.

I who was down in solitude finally went to Jakarta to complain about fate when one of my work colleagues said if there was a vacancy in the company where his wife used to work.

He who asked his wife to be a housewife, was asked to find a replacement before resigning by the office.

Luring a decent salary equivalent to UMR Jakarta, I also received it. I passed the test and eventually got accepted to work for a private advertising company.

Now, the 3m x 3m room is a temporary residence when I decided to sell my mother's house in Yogyakarta.

I can't occupy that house anymore because it leaves a deep enough sorrow including its people.

I couldn't stay there anymore because I had too many memories with my parents.

Honestly, my mind that was in a state of turmoil and narrow at that time, made me desperate to leave Yogyakarta.

At that time, all I felt was wanting to go as far as possible so that the sadness would no longer come.

Luckily, the boss from where Mom works as a cook a wedding organizer is willing to buy it.

I who did not know the market price at that time just received when he bought my house for 350 million rupiah.

Said the neighbors, the price is high even though my house is simple, but there are goods and vacant land yard is quite large.

I didn't even check the land certificate carefully because my heart was messed up, but clearly, all the documents were legitimate and there was Father's name there as the owner.

Confession from the mother's boss at that time, he will give the house to his son who will get married even though it must be renovated. I just nodded because it was none of my business anymore.

I was made a savings book by my mother's boss to save money from the sale of the house.

Father's office also made a savings book from a different bank that keeps the death benefit along with funeral money from office friends and neighbors.

I'm very grateful where it was still common with banking.

The neighbors regretted that I left Yogyakarta, but it was my decision.

And now, here I am. In a metropolitan city in Jakarta. Complaining of fate as an overseas child.

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