The Ghost Writers
Dreams of Being Real*
NAH! NAH! NAH!
Hem, such is the sound of typing from a typewriter that had become king in writing printing in the 1800s to the 20th century. I pressed the buttons with the letters of the alphabet alternately to form a sweet sentence to pour my life story. I looked out the window occasionally with a white curtain covered with rattan. It is clearly visible from behind the glass, the hot afternoon of the day was showing the hustle and bustle of the metropolitan city of Jakarta from the 5th floor of a hotel whose room was reserved specifically for me.
My name is Alia Pitaloka. Just imagine I'm a sweet girl who's looking good typing a few sentences into a piece of white paper. Slowly, the black stain from the machine ink printed my story onto that white sheet strung together into a paragraph.
THE CZECH!
The door to my room was open, where I was sure that the person who entered had an access card to interfere with my preoccupation.
"Alia! Oi! Come on!" call a woman in a black suit like an office worker when I spontaneously turn to her.
The woman had black hair and wore a bright red lipstick. Indirectly showing himself that is effective firmly and.
Agatha Fanny's. Yup, he was my best friend after the first meeting which was quite surprising after it was discovered that he was a journalist.
"Oh, hey," I said hello with a smile and my fingers continued to move on their own as if they were in sync with my thoughts.
"Gini day still using a typewriter? Oh my God. That's your nemu where to try? Flea market huh? You're still old-fashioned, Alia. Though the appearance was already too stormy," the beautiful woman quipped with a soft nudity staring at my typewriter.
I chose not to answer, but left a sadistic impression. However, Fanny instead chuckled softly at my horror face. Finally, I spoke up too.
"This typewriter is the early history of my career, Fan. And until any time, I will continue to use and will not forget it. She's my first boyfriend. Don't make fun of me ah" I complained, but Fanny chuckled instead.
"Yuk. Your fans are waiting. Do not let them be zombies just want to meet the idol writer, dapet graffiti and kiss their lips in the book, and ... photo together," invite Fanny with a nod.
"okay!" I answered and stood up.
I left my first girlfriend at the table so as not to disappoint the fans. I came upon a hanger made of iron and had a unique shape like a tree branch. I picked up my favorite color toska blazer and put it on immediately. We walked together down the hallway from a hotel to the ballroom that had been rented by the management for the fan meeting today.
Who would have thought, the ballroom was filled with even invisible empty seats on the bench of the invited guests. Of course my heart was pounding and like it was hard to breathe. My throat was choked and spontaneous, both hands fluttering like fans to my face.
"Can, friday again. Still groggy. Just relax, Al," Fanny chuckled with her neat white teeth in front of me.
"How many times have you spoken I will be like this. Oh my God, why so much? How many invitations?" I stared at Fanny sharply and felt a droplet of sweat start to drop slowly on her forehead, or it was just a feeling.
"It's only 150. That was already raffled. Otherwise, it could be up to 500 more," Fanny replied casually.
"Yup," he answered steadily and ended with a smile growing. "How else do you want? Your work best seller. Just wait for the producer to look at your work to be made into a big screen movie," he said with two arms folded in front of his chest, but this time, I really don't care.
My feet feel weak. Moreover, I have to wear high heels, and super formal clothes like Fanny like an office person. Honestly, this is not my style. However, the demands of the management. So yes ... how else?
I did not even wear glasses during the fan meeting scheduled by the management. Fanny introduced softlens even though my eyes still felt sore and red when wearing them. I was still comfortable using that frame that locked the glass in front of my eyes. However, Fanny assures me that I look charming without glasses.
Until finally, I heard a loud round of applause from backstage. I watched from the LCD screen attached to the wall of the room where I waited before appearing to meet loyal readers where they always bought my book every new print came out. I heard the voice of the host greeting the readers and introducing my work.
Until finally, "Let's welcome, our beautiful writer, Alia Pitaloka with a familiar name, Pena!" exclaimed the host with a joyful voice calling out to me.
I took a deep breath even though my hands were sweating. I stepped nervously out of the door towards the low-level stage. Practically, the sound of standing applause immediately rained down as I stood beside the host while developing a smile and waving my hands.
"Hello, Brother Pena. How are you doing? Wow, just getting pretty. Young enough. You didn't? All your readers are tense. They left comments on the lottery notes that your novel makes heart gymnastics on every sheet."
"Haha!" the laughter of my readers who have sat in their best clothes because I see, no one looks grumpy even they make-up. Really, I'm flattered.
"Father, let the heart be healthy" I replied with a smile, and again they laughed.
The host of the afternoon show was a long-haired beautiful girl who made waves on the bottom of it made the atmosphere of meeting fans more lively because of her beauty. She is an actress who is one of my loyal readers as well. Fanny learned of this when she did an interview session on the actress and she said that one of her pen pals. Really, I never imagined I could be a famous writer and be admired by many people.
It's like a dream come true. A gift given by God and I never stop saying, thank you. The daytime show was a success. We talked and talked about the contents of my novel which is action genre like the James Bond film, but the Indonesian version.
In fact, there is one male Indonesian actor who has penetrated into the world of international acting and became the cover of my novel magazine. The black-haired handsome man was present at the event. Of course, his handsome face and athletic body make all women in the ballroom frenzied while haunting his name when the figure appeared on stage.
"The Joe Taslim!" shouted one of the hysterical fans, and the action actor only chuckled while waving his hand.
Finally, the handsome man came to sit with me and the beautiful host on the stage. The atmosphere was even more lively when Joe Taslim showed the martial style to the fans. Really, my ears hurt even hearing their excitement even as it seemed, the walls seemed to crack because of the screams of those beautiful women.
"Thank you very much, Bang Joe for coming. Pen pals do not move first yes, because after this we have a photo session and signature with Kak Pena and Bang Joe. You are lucky to be selected among the 500 people who have bought the latest work from Kak Pena. Applause to all of us" said the host, who made all my fans grow smiles including Joe Taslim.
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