The Ghost Writers
Father-in-law Is The Best!
Mr. Ningrat's car along with all the escorting vehicles, finally left the house. I breathed a long sigh of relief because there was no need for riots at home. Perhaps, it was all thanks to the role of Father-in-law. I admit, you secretly have your own aura in solving problems. I feel very lucky for his arrival. Father-in-law is the best!
"Mr!" call Jelita who immediately ran over to the father. Jelita hugged the Father tightly looking like she was worried about her situation.
"Where? Rainbows are safe, right? I don't hear anyone crying, but it's like you're going to tear up" he asked as he let go of his daughter's arms.
"Ish, that's Dad. Jelita's worried about knowing. What if you were thumped? Do you know their own attitude when attacked Kak Alia and others?" answer Jelita pout.
"Yes, Agatha" I said, remembering her waiting in the car. Just about to come, he had already come out by himself developing a smile.
"Pak Purnama is cool. Until Mr. Ningrat's kicep. Apparently, Mr. ..," he said hanging, but replaced with two thumbs as a form of admiration.
"Surely you are also panicking, but you are so fierce. Fortunately it worked, if it could not be dangerous," he replied that spontaneously made us laugh.
I see you stroking his chest with a funny face like a man relieved to have survived the distress. However, whether it is just acting or real, it is difficult for me to distinguish because of the Father's expression that looks convincing. You invited us all into the house. I'm wondering why you and the others who can be held captive not allowed out, finally get an answer.
That's because, Mr. Ningrat said that this matter only involves me and Robby. He didn't want to involve Robby's family, and the Father-in-law understood that. However, when you saw that we were both desperate, you finally felt desperate by saying that you would report to the police if you were not allowed to go out. Not looking for trouble, the bodyguard who guards the main door allows you to get out, but not with the others.
"Thus ... Lady Empress actually cutusin out of the Ningrat family? Geez, very reckless, but Jelita sure if he must have thought with mateng. Anyway, if you have a rich father, Jelita must be depressed," said Robby's sister who ended by turning her lips.
"Eat him, you're grateful to have rich parents. Do not be reckless, ngeyel, and moan continues," said the Father as he reached for a cup containing tea.
Jelita was talking about what she was muttering, but seeing her funny face made me smile.
"Because the matter has been settled, Miss Wiwit came home yes. Tomorrow the school children" said Brother Robby as he stood up from the dining table chair.
"Well, still want to play with Rainbow, Mom," complained Wita, but my sister-in-law even glared at her daughter sharply.
"Next week you can play again" I said.
"Well, next week even Rainbow will be in our house" said the husband Mbak Wiwit.
"Wah tumben! Why, Dad?" asked Zacky with a glowing face.
"Tante equals Om going to Bandung. The next fan meeting in the city. Rainbow Kasian if invited, then exhausted. Rainbow plays the same as us. Go swimming?" mbak Wiwit asked, and the two children nodded with happy faces.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I keep getting rid of it, "I'm not feeling good.
"Sir papa. Rainbows are also not fussy, their children are not neko-neko. Even Rainbow ants rather than Wita and Zacky who want a lot, a lot of snacks," complained Mbak Wiwit.
"Ih, Mother is that," replied Wita like Jelita because he turned his lips.
"Bye, Aunt Pita!" exclaimed Wita while waving her hand from behind the car window.
"Be careful. Next week, Aunty anter Pelangi to the house," I replied as I waved and Rainbow did the same.
"Bye, beautiful Aunt" said Zacky and I answered with a smile.
Mbak Wiwit's family car left my house in the early evening. When I went inside, Agatha who was waiting in the living room seemed busy talking to someone who knew who by phone call. Robby, who missed our daughter, played with her in the company of her father-in-law.
"Fan, I'll go to the room first. Want to pray continue to write nyicil," I said, and Agatha nodded while showing her thumb.
From what I heard though no details, it seems that my journalist friend was giving news to his friend in the office about the events today. I heard Agatha say, "Yes, Bro. You try to find out. The Empress said she left the house of Aksara. Doi houses are sold even to her phone number as well."
Sometimes, I don't really like Agatha's job as much as wanting to interfere in other people's domestic affairs. Yes, even though I know that the profession is a journalist and looking for news, but why gossip? I was worried if he would use my family as news material to keep his payday or maybe get a bonus. Just watch until it happens. I swear she's single for life!
Although the work is unsettling, I still thank him. If I hadn't met Agatha back then, maybe the idea of being a novel writer was just a dream. I who dare to leave the ghost writer profession and come out of the shadows to be able to stand alone, of course requires great courage. It must be supported by someone and also mentally strong. It was difficult at first, but I finally succeeded. I just need to believe in those who think I can get to that level, and also a strong prayer to God.
I performed the prayer immediately before time ran out because of the endless worldly affairs. Next, as planned, I sat in the work chair staring at the laptop and typewriter next to him. The two are always side by side like a pair of lovers despite the different times. I try to remember the times when I first met Agatha Fanny, apparently managed to make me back when the incident at a meeting of fans of the Roma script a few years ago.
That afternoon. In a ballroom of a five-star hotel in South Jakarta.
"He's my assistant. Her name is Alia Pitaloka" said Mr. Aksara when introducing me to some people I don't know who because it was the first time he was invited.
He told me to know what a novelist fan meeting was like. In addition, as a thank you for helping him complete the second novel of the Roger follow-up story that finally ended with a positive response from the readers. Mr. Aksara even gave a bonus of five million rupiah as before when my story idea was accepted by him. I put that money well as savings.
"Later you sit next to the front left end of the stage yes," said Mr. Aksara when he had just finished himself so that his performance was maximum. I'm nodding. "And the most important. Don't let anyone know that you're my 'GW. It's a big secret and we've agreed to continue with the next novel contract as you see it" he whispered, looking at me intently.
"Yes, Sir. Alia understood," I answered nervously who was feeling a little depressed about her request, but I was already able to handle it at that time.
Manager Tuan Aksara then invited me to the ballroom to join the others. I, who was unfamiliar with the crowd, plus not knowing these people, made me like a geeky girl among fashionable women who seemed confident in their appearance. I wear large glasses because it is more comfortable in terms of function not because of fashion, making Aksara manager even say my appearance is very ancient. I also prefer to wear loose clothing because I do not like the curves of my body to be seen, considering that many men I have known before in the EO office have the characteristics of a striped nose and a seducer.
I choose to look ordinary to be safe from the attacks of playboy guys even though because this appearance makes it difficult to get a girlfriend, especially a lover. They like girls who are fashionable, slang, keep up with the times, and easy to be invited to have fun. And I don't have one of those requests. There is a little bit of disappointment in the heart because of the social world selection, but that is the fact. From the eyes, down to the heart. Ono rupee, ono rego.
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