The Ghost Writers
Being a Writer Seems Like

Remembering the memories of the past made my smile grow. I who did not even type my story idea, immediately realized when I heard the sound of azan magrib reverberating. Soon I will perform the prayer after which I want to gather with my family. As soon as I left the room after doing my duty, I saw Rainbow sleeping on a long sofa with an empty pacifier beside him.

I saw Robby talking to you on the carpet under the couch like a rainbow, but they were both wearing sarongs and peci. I think if both of them after performing congregational prayers. Agatha is still busy with her phone.

"What are you ordering for dinner?" I asked because I didn't cook.

"Fanny has ordered it. Just wait for food" replied Robby.

"Well, get treated again. Thank you" I said with a smile. Agatha smiled broadly revealing her neat white teeth. "I brought it into the room, Rainbow. Poor thing, I'm kind of tired" I said, and Robby nodded.

I carried my little princess who looked tired because she was fast asleep. I kissed her cheeks in turn while her eyes were still closed. I accidentally didn't cover it because the Rainbow's body was sticky. I wanted to change his clothes, but was afraid to make him shocked and even fussy later.

So, I let her sleep well and I'll change her after I finish dinner. I left the room without closing the door so I could still watch the rainbow. As I walked towards the dining table, I heard the doorbell ring. Soon I stepped in because I thought if what came was an online food deliveryman.

THE CZECH!

"With Agatha Fanny?" ask the food sender when looking at the phone screen. Right guess me?

"Yes, Mas. Not paid yet?" my question while receiving a package that turned out to be quite a lot of it.

"Udah, Ma'am. Thank you, yes" said the introduction and I nodded and closed the door.

"Well, come on! Laper nih," exclaimed Agatha immediately put down the phone and walked to the sink.

I smiled and asked Robby and Dad to come eat together. The two men got up from sitting on the carpet, but took the time to tidy up their prayer equipment. I opened the package and, as it turned out, Agatha ordered half a roast chicken and half a kremes fried chicken. Lalapan and two types of sambal are available following rice for a serving of 5 people.

"A lot," I said.

"My laper," replied Agatha who swiftly picked up the plate.

I held back the smile where Agatha was indeed a cuckoo and relaxed person. He had considered my home to be his even though there was a Father-in-law, but it seemed that the hungry Agatha did not care about it.

"Well, bought Fanny a good meal. Thank you, often-often loh," said the father who made Agatha immediately gave his thumb.

The four of us ate voraciously because the taste of the chicken was delicious. Moreover, it is still warm, tender, and the size is right for the stomach. We enjoyed dinner in silence and there was almost no talk. It seemed, the four of us were starving because nothing was said at all. But after that, you started talking while enjoying my warm tea.

"May Mr. Ningrat and his family no longer ngusik us, amen," he said look serious.

"Amin," the three of us answered in unison.

When satisfied and full after eating dinner, Agatha's phone suddenly rang. He looked at his phone screen and immediately stood up.

"Eh, I was picked up. Fanny pamit yes. Sorry, do not do the dishwasher," he said grimacing.

"Tractable time is still asked to wash dishes. Thank you, be careful" I said.

Agatha shaking hands with Dad and Robby. My husband and I drove Agatha to the front door. However, my eyes immediately widened when I saw Agatha being picked up by a cool looking man for using a black motor sport in line with her clothes. I didn't recognize the man because his face was covered in a helmet like a racer.

Agatha looked carefree as the man gave her the helmet. Agatha immediately put on and then piggybacked. He could not even hug the man's stomach from behind.

"Bye!" agatha shouted while waving as the motor drove away from my house. I turned to Robby and my husband just smiled.

"His boyfriend?" many guessed.

"Yes kali. He'll tell me later, wait. Don't make gossip" Robby said, but it made me put my lips together.

We went back to the dining table where you still looked at home. I washed the dirty cutlery after we had chicken for dinner. However, when I was about to move back to the room, you asked me to sit back. I was confused to just obey.

"You still owe the same story, Father. Go ahead" he asked, to my surprise, including Robby.

"Before you meet. I am curious about the story of Alia. Father as the number one fan, I should know with the idol's past story. So, how-how? It is up to which one. You again want to be told. Consider it a fairy tale before going to bed," he asked with a face expanded.

Robby laughed, though. Maybe find her father's request funny. While the Father-in-law glanced at his sadistic son who might be effective in making fun.

"Go there. Jagain Rainbow. You don't have to follow the horrors" said Mr. Robby.

"Loh, Robby didn't say anything, you know" he said in self-defense.

"Sana, sana. You take a shower or make an important cake do not have to go along with it," said the father who seems to really drive Robby away.

I held my smile and my husband could only scratch his head as he moved from the seat. Robby seems resigned to being kicked out by his father probably for offending him. I saw the face of the Father that turned sour no longer sparkle. It made me think hard about what I was supposed to say. However, I was reminded of my daydreams about Agatha's offer.

"What if the story of Alia finally came out of the shadow of the Roman script? I mean ... when Alia accepts Agatha's offer to be a real writer like the Romans, not a ghost writer anymore?" bargained.

Who would have thought, you welcomed him with great enthusiasm. I could see his face returning cheerful and impatient to hear my story.

That time. After Agatha offered to make me a real writer like the Romans, that very night, I worked out my story ideas for the submission of the novel to the publisher. I spent the whole night composing synopses, story frames, character determinations, location settings, and other important things. However, I always had trouble making a title, deliberately did not write it first and only gave the * mark on the top of the computer worksheet.

I just put it on my laptop. I finally have that thing as a result of my work as a ghost writer for the Roman Scriptures. This time, a new style of action story I'm trying to take on a fantasy world. Honestly, I've wanted to write that genre for a long time, but I doubt it because of the lack of references.

However, as long as I worked on the Roman Scriptures and the house contained many books, I was allowed to bring some novels by foreign authors who took on the genre. It's like a Harry Potter novel. Mr. Aksara even has his full series. For me it was amazing.

I spend a lot of time at home reading. When I finished with one book, I continued with another. In fact, when I had more money, I bought books from outside writers out of curiosity about packing their stories into a fiction novel. Apparently, it had an impact on my writing.

Said Mr. Aksara, the language I use is like a translation. He said it was pretty good because it could be translated into English for his novel. I read as a boredom time filler. The term book is a window to the world, to me it is true. I get a lot of knowledge from the books I read.

"Oh, so that novel you're saying fantasy genre, first printed, is the first novel you submitted to the publisher with Fanny's help?" ask me after hearing the story. I'm nodding. "Pantes. At that time I read a translation of the novel from abroad. You love to read, but more than magazines, newspapers, and religious books, you never read a novel. When Robby brought the book, I was curious because the cover was cool. I tried to read it and it was good. You feel you are in another world" he said.

"Makanya Alia wonder. How can you understand the story in the story of Alia. Though many say complicated," I asked curious.

"It's complicated, but it's exciting. Seriously read it out of curiosity. In addition, the setting is also in Indonesia. It's easy to imagine. Maybe if you write it abroad yes, you do not connect wong has never been there," replied he who made me nod understand. "Only, during the second and third prints, it is no longer a fantasy, but to action. Keep using that Joe Taslim model. Bener, right?" continue, and I nod in confirming.

"According to you, exciting fantasy or action fight?" manya curious.

"Okay, everything is exciting. I am ready to wait for another surprise. Importantly, don't write horror novels or demons. Not sure your heart is strong if suddenly shocked to read ngebayangin his demons out of the novel," said the father who makes me spontaneously laugh.

"Hehe, I'm afraid of ghosts as it turns out," said someone whose voice suddenly sounded behind me. Robby smiled widely and looked even more handsome. I could smell the smell when he walked over. My man looks fresh with a little wet hair that I believe he just finished his bath. "I took a rainbow shower. He was awake, so guys," he added.

"You shower with rainbows? Isha! Our son will be born before his time!" I screamed, but Robby laughed.

"I took a shower first, honey. Put on the shirt again, Rainbow wake up. Yes, I shower all of you. We don't shower with one of those tubs. Ih, mind. Why, jealousy? Wrong himself invited to shower together do not want," ledeknya.

Spontaneously my hand slid patting her arm. Robby chuckled, and he smiled.

"Okay, you make Mr. Ngiri. My dear, I do not exist. Yeah, take a break. Dad also started to sleep. Wait for Isya to sleep. Tomorrow again, the story. You are still curious, especially when your book finally met and you hunted the same Aksara. That part don't forget yes" he said, and I nodded with a smile.

Robby who was standing next to me suddenly embraced. I immediately stood up and walked with him towards the room. I saw the rainbow playing on the bed. Robby's really sloppy. Fortunately, rainbows do not fall when left.

"Eh, Mama's son is awake. Eat first another bobo yes," asked me, and Rainbow nodded with his face.

Robby said that he had prepared food for the rainbow. I was asked to accompany him to play. Robby makes instant porridge plus some side dishes made by his brother before coming home last night for rainbow dinner.

"Belangi want to be bribed Papa or Mama?" asked Robby with a bowl of warm porridge.

"Father," she replied cutely.

I frown because Rainbow prefers his father over his mother. However, my little princess has nothing to lose. He was fed to his father, but still invited me to play. That night, a warm atmosphere enveloped our room until finally the three of us slept together in one bed releasing fatigue.