The Ghost Writers
The figure of Agatha Fanny

At that time, for the first time for me to attend a fan meeting. All the things that are first followed will definitely leave an impression. I even took note of all the questions from fans of the Roman Scriptures when they expressed their wishes and how my boss responded. From there, I began to know and learn many things.

When compared to the fan meeting done by me in the present, Aksara Roma does not use the model of either the actor or anyone as a visual of one of the characters, especially the main character. He only autographs on one of the pages of a novel and a photograph. However, the photo session was not like me on stage, but a photo from the reader's phone. The Roman script also received some gifts from readers for mementos.

The same thing happened to me when the Pen Companions gave gifts, but everything was gathered when they filled out the attendance list. Even if I say like a barter gift. Pena's Companions got me a memento, but with a model of some kind. They exchange it for a personal gift of various shapes according to their respective characteristics.

Until suddenly, Mr. Aksara called me and asked to stand in the back during the autograph, gift-giving, and photo sessions. As it turned out, I was asked to take pictures when the Roman Script immortalized the picture with the fans. Honestly, it was very tiring because their numbers were quite a lot. In fact, I'm like a maid.

The manager of the Romans sat in his seat and handed it to me. Unfortunately, it happens every time I am invited to meet fans in several cities that he visited. But that's not in the co-operation agreement. I feel used to not even having extra pay during that activity. I only facilitated a room in the hotel if it was done out of town, eating, and one car with the Aksara, but there was no service money there. Until finally, I feel tired because after the activity still have to think about the story idea for the next novel, making me dare to complain.

"Lord Aksara, sorry. There's something I want to talk about. Important and urgent" I said, venturing to meet him at dinner at the hotel restaurant. There are managers and organizers. I don't care when the spy looks at me.

"About what?" his tan was frowning.

"job."

Aksara. He stood up and took me out of the restaurant. However, we were talking still around that eating area. The walls of the restaurant are made of glass. Of course, a lot of eyes were on both of us. I don't know what they're talking about, but my focus is now on the guy who's been using my energy.

"Tomorrow was the last time I went on a novel tour. This is not in the employment contract. There is no service money, even by following this event my expenses become unstoppable because they facilitate themselves" I said. Silent characters were still looking at me with wrinkled faces. "In addition, I am tired. Your event drains both the mind and the physical. Plus, I was still required to finish the story. It's not fair."

"Ssttt .. okay okay, I get it. I will give you an additional salary as long as you follow the tour," he whispered afraid of being discovered. However, I shook my head.

"No need. I want to go back to Jakarta after tomorrow's event. Then, I work from home, do not have to come to the house of Mr. Aksara. I'm not comfortable with Madame Queen because as long as I'm with you, she's always calling and texting just to find out what you're doing. I don't want to get involved any further in your home life and don't want to be labeled as an actor or anything like that" I added, trying to contain anger.

I see Lord Aksara as being distressed by this. He rubbed his mouth with one hand and exhaled a long breath. He then left his waist and nodded slowly.

"Yes, I get it. I'll book a train ticket tomorrow. After the event I will ask the organizers to take you to the station," he replied, who finally understood if the decision was right.

"Then, after the novel I worked on was finished, there was no need for another contract extension. I was tired and wanted to rest" I said later, but it seems this time Aksara disagreed.

"I've paid for your three story ideas, Alia. Just the one you're working on. You still have two debts" he pointed out.

"In agreement, it is not mentioned. You just bought my story and there was no demand for me to work on it" I said.

The characters look like they're angry, but they hold it. He turned his face away and his eyes were now on the people who were looking at us from inside the restaurant. I felt uncomfortable with that gaze, but due to the dense schedule of Aksara, only this time could I speak to her before it was even more disadvantageous.

"Okay," he answered just like that and went back into the restaurant with a stale face.

Honestly, I was a little afraid of the response of the Roman Scriptures after I expressed my request, but also relieved. I went to the restaurant and I saw Aksara speaking to the organizers. One of the men looked at me, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Know, I'm Agatha Fanny. Call me Fanny so we're more relaxed and familiar" he said, extending a right hand to invite me to shake.

I greeted his introduction by saying my name as well. "Alia Pitaloka" I said.

Agatha let go of her shaman and tilted her body like she was positioning herself to be more comfortable when talking to me. He suddenly pointed towards the carriage door. Apparently, he wanted us to chat in the food carriage. I don't know why it's hard for me to refuse.

I took his request where it was already evening. He treated me milk coffee and instant noodles as a dinner menu. Of course I'm grateful even though it makes me feel like there's something strange that he's hiding from his good intentions. I'm starting to be vigilant.

"Mister Fanny needs something from me?" askaku to the point after eating out noodles in that bowl. Agatha smiled.

"Have long been in the Roman script?" it was like investigating something.

Honestly, I was quite surprised by the question. Moreover, I am not good at acting. However, I tried to answer it without revealing the secret of work between me and Mr. Aksara.

"Mm, not yet, Ma'am. Why ya?" manya curious.

Agatha who was carrying a tote model briefcase took something inside. Instantly, my eyes widened when I recognized Aksara's two recent novels from the ideas I sold her. Although only the second series I worked on, the previous novel was stolen and until now I have not found my book. Agatha then released two more novels by the previous Aksara which she put flanking her new work. I still did not understand and chose silence. I'm sure Agatha has the meaning of the four novels.

"The first novel of the Roman script is called 'Keluargaku Surgaku'. Religious-themed novels that entered the best seller in his day," he said, tapping the cover of the blue sky book. I nodded because I had read it as reference material to know the writing style of the Script. "Then, this is the last novel from him that is still a household theme before he finally hit the steering wheel to take the action genre," said Agatha pointed to a book with orange covers. I nodded slowly. "Furthermore, these two books," he added.

My heart was pounding as he pointed at the two covers of the book with his two fingers. I looked at Agatha's beautiful face, but it was resolute and intimidating. I felt in danger as he suddenly folded two hands on the table and leaned his face towards me. Spontaneously, I rewinded even my back until I slipped on the back of the chair.

"I'm an observer, Alia. I'm also a journalist. Actually, I have a lot of expertise, but for now, I'm putting myself in those two professions. So tell me honestly. These two action novels, is ... your creation?" his practical question made my lungs seem to be squeezed suddenly.

The oxygen around me seemed to disappear. I kept quiet and did not answer, but Agatha seemed to realize that. He smiled and then turned back his body again. I got the trap, damn it.

"That's the work of the Lord of the Romans" I replied calmly, though this heart felt like it wanted to explode.

"Yes, that's right. I still see his touch in the writing of this novel. However, the aura is different. His trademark has faded. I'm not just comparing these four novels, but many. It's just that these four novels are all I've brought in because I haven't gotten an autograph from him yet. I've been on the Aksara novel tour since the first novel to this day. I represented my office to cover the show and I think that was enough and then I chose to go home. However, the reason I actually came home ahead of schedule was you, Alia Pitaloka. You, caught my attention. So ... Who are you?" agatha asked a sharp look that made me fixated and difficult to escape from the invisible confinement of his creation.

I swallowed spit. Apparently, Agatha Fanny was not the type of person who could be lied to like most people. Fucking me!

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