The Ghost Writers
Discovered

Who would have thought, the story of the past that I narrated as a Rainbow lullaby, successfully made my little princess sleep. I smiled faintly and then kissed her cheeks gently so as not to disturb her sleep. I enveloped him and I left him, even though the door was accidentally opened. I chose to continue the story idea for the new novel on the laptop. As it turned out, my idea flowed profusely and synchronized nicely with my fingers.

I did not expect, I managed to make some series of stories even though it could be said to be still like film footage. I have also completed the characters from the characters that I will feature in my novel later, both men and women. Unfortunately, I can't draw. If I had that ability, it would be fun to look like a comic later. I pushed the desire to make comics by finishing my story with all this imagination beautifully engraved.

Every time I type a scene in each episode, I imagine it is like a movie where I am a director and an audience. I set the character's style of speech, intonation, expression, and also his style when dialoguing or just stylish when wanting to show something without speech. I imagine the setting of the location or the room. There is just about anything around that figure to strengthen the reader's imagination when they place themselves as characters in the character. Either the antagonist, protagonist, supporting player, or just a figurehead. The weather, the type of vehicles and the weaponry, I think that's important to pin down. The details in a story for me are absolute to include.

Long I struggled from word to word which eventually became a sentence and progressed to paragraph. Shortly after, the Duhur prayer adhan reverberated. I stopped the activity for a moment because the call of duty of a Muslim must come first. I prayed in the room while accompanying my daughter who was still sleeping soundly, even like not being disturbed by the sound of keyboard typing which according to people's confessions, my finger speed was like an obras machine. Just folded the prayer mat, you already appeared in the frame of the room door with a smile.

"Alias. What are you cooking? Mr. Laper," he asked, which made me open my mouth wide.

"Oh God! Forgot, Sir. I'm sorry," I replied unpleasantly because I just remembered that.

"Sir papa. Pesen online only. I want to eat a hodgepodge. Can you order no?" pinta he who immediately I call fast.

Immediately I tidied my prayer equipment and out of the room while carrying a mobile phone. I left the rainbow with the room door still open. I took my father-in-law to sit on the long sofa in the middle room and ordered lunch for both of us.

"Just a hodgepodge, sir? The others are for snacks?" bargained.

He was silent for a moment as if thinking.

"Oh, know the symptoms can. Just get one. If mostly later Mr mules," he pinta.

Kuangguki and immediately I ordered the request of the Father-in-law where all orders became two portions.

"Eh, there's ice dawet, sir. Wanna?" bargained.

"Yes, yeah, I can. Wow, lunch this time is festive and mantep. Sorry yes, Alia, if you are troublesome," he said with a slightly clear face.

"Alia was even happy because there was a lunch. Usually, Alia eats by herself. Aunts also sometimes do not want to eat together. The house feels lonely, especially if the rainbow is sleeping like now," I replied after ordering all the food through an online application.

I don't know what you're thinking, but he's staring at me.

"If you stay longer can you?"

Practically, my smile grew. "By dong, sir. Alia is even smirking. Only, next week there is a fan meeting schedule. If you are not tired, come along. Later Alia said the same management," I bargained.

Instantly, the face of the Father immediately shone.

"Can follow? Yes, yes, you want," he replied sumringah.

I'm happy because you were expecting that. We then chatted casually until again, Father brought up about me like he wanted to know more.

"About how Alia could work for the Lord of the Romans, sir?" many ensure. He nodded in allowing. "Hem. So that time ...."

Yes, after I realized my book was missing, I was in the fog looking for it even to ask the driver who had changed hours of duty to notify me if I got the book. The bus said it would handle it. However, looking from their expressions, it seemed that it was impossible. I stepped back to the boarding house where the time had shown at 11 pm and it felt like the whole body was tired. Plus sadness enveloped my heart, making me lazy to do anything. I stared at the ceiling of the room. I was very lost because the book contained all the story ideas even though it was still rough, but I had not been able to assemble it into my typewriter.

"Why can you forget?" I complained again that I even wanted to cry.

I who do not want to fall into sadness, can only try to let go and try to write a new story. This time, I just used a notebook like a schoolboy. The lost book had a specially made leather cover when I went to one of the leather craft tours in Yogyakarta. There's a pen name in there on that dark brown cover.

Only, this time it seems my idea is not as bright as when writing in a book with a favorite leather cover. It seemed, all the ideas I wrote with the pen were bland, no exciting sensations, not even tension was felt. Not wanting to force myself because the real work is waiting for me in the office tomorrow, finally I took a bath and then performed prayers. Dinner is just instant noodles in cup packaging because really, this body is lazy to do anything. Losing a book was almost equivalent when I decided to leave Yogyakarta.

I went to bed because it was getting late. The next day, I rushed to the office. I work with the company's top of the report alias back of the desk. In fact, I really hope to be able to take part in the field in order to meet with famous artists and actors, participate in shooting advertisements, or participate in the design of ideas that will be submitted to clients. Unfortunately, again I was trusted to help behind the scenes.

Not felt, time just goes by and starts to get boring until the year has changed. In the end, a rare opportunity arose. The assistant director was ill and had to be hospitalized due to work fatigue. The office that was busy due to the busy schedule of shooting, finally dragged me to come along to help.

"Hey, you're Alia, right?" ask one of the men who works in the field of advertising production.

"Yes, Mas" I answered nervously when asked to enter the creative team room.

"You help us until the Princess is healthy. I told you the boss and allowed. We again need people, and looking at your previous work history while in Yogyakarta, you seem to be a good fit. So, we-we'll be your coworkers until it's stated you can go back to the old office. No problem, is it?"

I nodded happily. In fact, this is very much awaited. Finally, my dream to jump directly to the shooting location materialized. However, I never thought if it turned out that the job was very tiring, but also challenging. Working hours are uncertain.

I was at that time arguably assigned as a general assistant, so do a lot of things. Starting from helping order food and drinks for crew and artists, preparing a storyboard sheet that will later be drawn by the creative section, check the location of the shooting, check the location, accompany the director to meet some clients and people who will take part in the production process, check equipment and shooting tools before being transported by car, and many other things. Tired, but happy because this is what I was expecting. My work hours have also changed according to my new division.

I left after dawn prayers and went home late at night. However, I was not worried or afraid of bad things because the office facilitated with a taxi subscription that drove me home. Until I never thought, that was the first time I saw a famous writer called the Romans. A man who seemed friendly and to me very charismatic, come to the office to talk about a series of fan meeting events in several places or arguably like a road show from one city to another for his new book.

I did not know him at first, until I bought the author's book to know what his work was like. I was in a hurry because the bookstore was almost closed, not reading the blurb on the back of the cover. The rectangular thing I put in the bag so as not to disappear in a hurry. I rushed home in a taxi.

My smile grew as I unsealed the plastic seal of the black-coated novel "Roger's Secret Mission" as my blue taxi drove over the asphalt. I took it a little while to read so as not to be curious. However, when I started reading the first episode with my heart pounding, my breath seemed to suffocate until my face wrinkled. I could feel my hands shaking and my eyes maybe glaring as I recognized the style of language in the novel.

"It-it ...."

Yep. The story of the novel was the idea of my story being lost with my beloved book.

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