The Ghost Writers
Story Framework

I welcome the arrival of two policemen as Robby's friends according to the confessions of the country's male servants. I see Jelita seems to easily get along with those cops doesn't look awkward. I feel that if Jelita is more fit to accompany them, choose to retreat because I want to make sure Rainbow shower properly.

"Yes, ma'am, no papa," said one of the brown-skinned policemen as I took a break from the group.

"I'm sorry. I go in first. Jelita, please accompany Mas Robby's friends, yes" I asked with a smile full of intent.

"Sip!" answer with thumbs.

Robby's sister went inside with me. Mbak Wiwit's husband continues to join the police accompanying Jelita whether they are talking about what, but it sounds exciting. Being back watching television is like trying to keep up with the development of a case that is being investigated by the police.

"Dream for a long time, the wrinkles rich granny," said Mbak Wiwit when he saw Wita and Rainbow fun playing water with a rubber bath in the backyard.

"It's less big, Auntie. Make a swimming pool," said Zacky protested because I saw he could not enter the tub because of its narrow size.

"Yes. Later Aunt said the same Om yes to make a swimming pool, or ... fish pond?" my answer.

"Hahaha, what's the fish pond, Auntie?" timpal Wita who makes Rainbow laugh either he understands or not with what we say.

"Be careful shower. Beware kepleset. Slippery soapy water. Yes, I'm ready to change clothes first. Do not be long, soon Magrib," said Ibu Zacky and Wita.

"Yes, Mother," answered the two with a sour face.

I'm going back into the house and go straight to the room to prepare dry clothes for the rainbow. I also brought towels, combs, talcum powder and telon oil so that my little princess would not get cold or catch a cold. I see the kids are so happy to play with the water. I, sitting quietly on the porch, seemed to unconsciously carry memories in daydreams when I began working on the Romans. My mind goes back a few years to when I was entrusted by the Roman Script to write a novel that he would print later, even though the idea was purely from me.

"Okay, I've developed the framework of the synopsis you gave me. There will be 35 episodes and the novel will actually be the end of Roger's story. I'm not the type of person who likes to make a serial novel because it will be boring" he said.

"Well, Mr. Aksara," I replied politely.

He gave some sheets of paper that had been arranged neatly into a book because it was wrapped in spirals. There is a blank column seems to be deliberately included to write a special description or note on the framework. He typed it into a computer sheet and then printed it. The main story framework made by Mr. Aksara is divided into 3 main parts. Beginning, middle and end.

I read and studied carefully because this is the first time I've been directly involved in writing a novel, although the word Mr. Aksara if the method carried out by each author varies depending on the experience and comfort of the person creating. So far, the workings of Mr. Aksara can be followed and indirectly give me learning in writing.

In the beginning, Mr. Aksara describes in detail who the figures involved. The way to bring up the conflict, and the actions of the main character. Honestly, I was quite amazed because he could deftly learn the idea of my story even developed to be more slick even though it was still in the form of a skeleton. Here comes envy because the idea came from me, but Mr. Aksara is more dominant as if he was the creator.

From there I felt my inferiority and resentment began to recede a little when I realized the difference in expertise of a professional writer with amateurs. The skeleton alone has managed to amaze me, especially if it has been made a story with tense actions printed later. I'm afraid my writing will not be in accordance with Mr. Aksara's request. In fact, I thought about giving up because suddenly my spirit receded.

"Alia, Al? Hoi, what's the matter?" call someone whose voice is so clear.

Practically, I immediately raised my gaze when I found Mr. Aksara standing in front of me while holding a cup that I thought contained black coffee that he used to enjoy every morning before work.

"Oh, no, sir. Just ... again thought about developing the skeleton Mr. made. Nice, neat, detail. Alia can not ya make a good story from the demands of this framework. Afraid of disappointment" I said honestly.

The downcast me could not see the expression of Mr. Aksara, but I saw him walking towards his desk. Kulrik in silence as he sipped the black coffee and placed it on the right side of the usual place. Yes, I also observed Mr. Aksara's habits while working with him.

"Try all you can. I am also curious and want to see. Write with a pen. Most importantly, your writing is readable. I sent the original file to your email, just check it. If you are sure of what you wrote on the paper, copy it to the computer sheet and email it back to me" he asked.

I nodded slowly. I took the pen out of the storage box even though the ink had not stained the white paper in my hand. I still read carefully each piece of ink printed on the printer's ink column on the left side. Where the right side column is still empty where I will write my story development later.

In the middle section, it contains details of the actions of the character against the problem at hand. It usually involves many roles of a maid. Here Mr. Aksara has written down who the characters are and their characters. Incredible, very detailed and well detailed.

Then, the final part is the solution or consequence of all actions that have been taken. I saw Mr. Aksara take the story of happy ending because the character has suffered a lot since the beginning of its appearance. Broadly speaking, what was broken by Mr. Aksara was in accordance with the storyline I made. There was a sense of pleasure because he did not change the plot that I had created, instead I think he made it perfect with new characters that sprung up following their characters that I had never imagined before. Slowly, my spirit became peaked again to immediately develop the idea.

I try to summarize the ideas of each scene, dialogue, and also the background as carefully as possible so that the story is not broad, long-winded, and memorable word wastage. Who would have thought, to make the points of each episode was a drain on my time and my mind. My brain feels hot and so do my eyes when imagination mixes with the references I search through the internet to amplify an event.

"Alia," called her which made me flinch in shock.

"Oh, Mistress. Yeah, how?" I just stared at him straight away.

"Where to go?" ask her with a jutek face.

"He?" I answered, looking at his desk. I just realized that Mr. Aksara has not been there since when. I was confused because I didn't see his disappearance. My gaze returned to Madame Empress who was looking at me sharply. "I ... don't know. Sorry," I replied honestly with my heart pounding.

"You've been sitting here, knocking on the door, and don't realize my husband's gone? You seriously seem to be doing the work of the Aksara until I call you just have to repeatedly?" said ketus.

"Sorry," I replied, lowering my face.

I don't know what Madame Empress was thinking, but she tapped the paper with the index end onto the paper containing my writing to complete the framework of Mr. Aksara's story. I raise my eyes and look back at the Lady Empress who narrowed her eyes.

"home. I want magrib. Tomorrow it will continue. Mending you photocopy first the work is afraid later the paper or damaged. It could be crying bombai you," he said that makes me stand up immediately.

But all of a sudden, "Eh?"

"That's because you sit down. Your blood circulation is not good. You don't have a detector watch? Buy there make your alarm. If you are sick, I am troubled. Don't bother people!" the Empress said with high intonation.

I almost fell while standing. Fortunately, I quickly held on to the wall to hold the body. I took a deep breath and blinked my eyes repeatedly for my consciousness to return. However, when I started to get healthy, the haunted face of the Empress that I got.

Apes, my mind at that time. I immediately went to the photocopier that was available in the workspace of Mr. Aksara. Although this heart was upset because it was always scolded by her, but what the Empress said was true. It's just that, the way of delivery that makes this heart upset want to tear his beautiful face.

I looked back and saw the Empress still looking at me sharply with two arms crossed in front of her chest. Not looking for trouble, I put the original sheet to the table Mr. Aksara even though I have not resolved because my work hours are up. I keep a photocopier in my desk drawer that I'm going to pass on tomorrow.

"Good afternoon, Madam. Alia said back home first," I said politely as I picked up the bag with a slightly bent body.

"Hem," he answered briefly and still looked at me sharply.

Soon I left the mansion and headed home. As I was walking down the street of the complex, suddenly ....

"Aah!" I startled when the splash of water hit my face.

"Haha!" wita, Zacky and Rainbow Laughter.

I who just realized from daydream immediately smiled amusedly while wiping the water on the face with my hands.

"Tante ngalamun huh? Watch out for the devil! Want magrib!" zacky exclaimed that I believed my face was red with embarrassment.

"Udah yuk's. Rich to rain, the sky is cloudy. Then catch a cold," ask me.

Wita nodded while taking Pelangi out of the tub. Towels for Wita and Zacky have been provided next to me sitting somewhere since when the thing was there. It seemed, I was completely dissolved in the memories of the past to the point of not being aware of any event in front of me earlier. O Allah, fortunately not a true satanic reception, my mind breathed a sigh of relief.

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Bismilah start nyicil again let cepet expire at the end of September. Amin Tengkiyuw tips his coin💋Means wanting crazy up to close up. It's just that it's impossible because there are so many. Kwkwkw. Don't forget to like every episode. Tengkiyuw catfish to you😘