The Ghost Writers
Found him

Next day.

Rainbows already look beautiful with matching pink clothes ranging from headbands to shoes. Robby who was anxious to his daughter until late leaving for the office because he was busy kissing, carrying and playing with her. In fact, I've reminded him many times, but my handsome man always says, 'Belangi makes Papa males work. Later if Papa diomelin commander, Rainbow who replace looking for work huh. It was the rainbow that got Papa fired'. Of course, the father intervened after hearing the words of his son. Robby was kicked out by his own father for not going to work. Somehow the presence of the Father-in-law at home gives an exciting atmosphere that usually feels warm, not as lively since his arrival.

"Don't go home if you don't bring a lot of money!" exclaimed the Father when delivering his son to the terrace.

Robby chuckled with a thumbs up as the car drove out of the yard. The rainbow was crying because Robby was left behind, and my husband almost turned around because he could not bear it. However, the horror face of the Father-in-law made Robby undo the intention and still leave the house.

"You are yes, a very small pinter. Later, if your dad doesn't work, fuck your mama. Mom's time told me to make money. What does the world say?" tanya Pak mimics the style of speech in the movie Nagabonar. Practically, I laughed because to me it was so similar.

We then went inside the house because you wanted to know my story. He was so enthusiastic that I got excited. Rarely does anyone ask me to tell a story because I am a closed type of person. If not asked, I don't answer. Speak only as necessary because of worry if the person concerned will even be bored or maybe offended by my words. And I, anticipate that.

"Then ... how is the story you can find the lost book?" asked the Father looks impatient when I put the rainbow on the carpet to play cooking gifts from Jelita when visiting a few days ago.

"When it ...."

The House of the Romans. The afternoon of magrib.

That day, I had to work late. The novel I was working on for the Roman Scriptures had a problem because my focus was divided. I also worked on my own publishing process to make the Roman Scriptures seem to realize that I am not as usual at work. The idea I gave for the novel was thought to deviate from the plot and framework I had created myself. Aksara.

"You why? Any more problems or what?" tanyanya looked at me fixedly who was still sitting in the work chair.

I who was so hard to lie could only nod because it was true. However, I did not reveal the main reason that disturbed my mind.

"On what? Just a story, who knows I can help," asked Aksara who even made me more nervous.

"Mm, I don't know, sir. However, I seem to need a short break. My idea suddenly became blunt" I answered alibi.

Aksara to raise two eyebrows I don't know what he was thinking after I expressed my thoughts. However, he nodded in understanding. "Yes already. Tomorrow's weekend. You have holidays on Saturday and Sunday. Come in again on Monday to continue the story."

Practically, my gaze that had been subdued immediately lifted. I don't know why I'm happy to get two days off. I nodded with a raised smile.

"If the pay cut off holiday dong should be," said a woman who is none other than the Empress. In a moment, my face turned dim again.

"On that, later. Yes, go home and rest. I don't want a forced story because it will lose its detail and greget. Supposedly, two days is enough for you," Aksara said and I nodded slowly.

Aksara then went to the Empress and invited her to go out of nowhere, but seeing neither of them in the workspace made me relieved. I am tired of massaging my shoulders that feel so heavy including the head even though it is not dizzy. I was fine, just feeling tired and indeed lack of sleep because I always stayed up late to realize the dream of publishing my own novel. However, the request from the publisher had been successfully completed ahead of schedule and Agatha admired it. He said, just waiting for the answer from the publisher to escape or not the novel of my creation. Honestly, waiting was the most thrilling thing during my life.

As I was about to tidy up Mr. Aksara's desk where it was one of my jobs, my eyes spontaneously widened. I saw in the drawer on the right side of the desk that was usually always locked and did not know where the key was, now open. My hand moved by itself pulling the drawer to confirm my guess. Practically, my eyes immediately glared. My heart is pounding.

The book I've been looking for is right in front of me. As I was about to pick it up, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching with a carefree laugh that was none other than the two sons of Aksara. Immediately I closed the drawer and pretended to clean the workbench of the father of the two children. Sure enough my guess is, Gendhis and the Gods went into the room not knowing what they wanted.

"Sister Alia. We're going to go out. Mama said, Alia Cepetan brother finish his work. The house wants to be locked" said Gendhis, who indirectly kicked me out.

I just nodded and immediately picked up the bag at the work desk. I'll go to Mr. Aksara's desk. In fact, I only got a little more of my lost book, but was constrained by the arrival of two children. I walked away with a raging feeling. I could have picked it up tomorrow, but I've already made a precious holiday allowance from Aksara for two days. I need to be patient again so I can take my book and secure it.

"I'm sorry, Al. We want a family dinner outside" said Mr. Aksara, who was by the car waiting for me to leave his house. I nodded slowly and immediately went home. Along the way, I figured out how to get my book if I checked the drawer again and locked it. I was upset because I lost the opportunity even messing around during my two days off.

"Oo .. finally met. So who really took the Roman script?" ask the Father with widened eyes. I took a look and looked seriously waiting for the continuation of my story. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly where the moment it came a call over the phone unexpectedly came from someone.

"Yes, hello?"

"Who's this with?" many nervous.

"I am Aris from Major's publisher. Is it true, you sent me a manuscript titled 'Dimension Altar'?"

"Yes, right," I replied with a tense face.

"Would you we accept, Brother Pena. Congratulations yes. For the next, can you come to the office for further discussion on how the technicalities of book publishing, contracts and more on Monday. I had also contacted Agatha, and she said she was ready to come if Kak Pena was also willing to attend at the same time," he said, which spontaneously made my mouth gap wide.

"Yes, Mas. Sure oes. I'll come on Monday tomorrow. What time?" askaku spirit.

"Jam 10 huh, after my morning breakfing," he replied.

"OK, okay. Thank you for the good news," I said with a heart bursting with happiness. I called Agatha immediately after Mas Aris hung up. Agatha seemed to be pleased with the answer from the publisher.

"What I said, you can do it, Al. You just need courage and opportunity. So, prepare yourself Monday. We leave together. You I picked it up, but you wait in front huh. Repot if I go inside. It's hard to park" he said.

"OKAY. Thanks, Fanny. You gave me the way to make my dream come true. See you Monday. Hye!" I was happy to close the call.

But then I remembered my book and how to make an alibi to the Roman Script. Back, I was made dizzy for this. I tried to find some plausible reason that Aksara was unsuspecting and I did not want to cancel the rare opportunity I had been waiting for for so many years to realize my dream as a writer.

At dawn on Monday, I sent a message to the Roman Scriptures citing illness. I didn't come because I was going to the hospital that day. Lama Aksara did not answer what he was thinking or doing, but that morning when I waited for Agatha's invitation he answered briefly, "Yes".

Perhaps, he was upset that I delayed the deadline from the schedule. However, I had already anticipated that by working on a follow-up scene from the stalled frame of the story. I sent the script through the email I had been working on last night after he answered my message earlier. And before long, he sent a reply message by email.

"Good, Alia. You're still in charge of the job. I'll correct. May he recover soon" he wrote.

TIN! TIN!

My gaze immediately lifted when I recognized the car that was picking up. The driver's side window was lowered and my best friend's face was there. Immediately I came and sat on the front bench beside him.

"Eventually yes. Passion, Al!" agatha exclaimed in support and kuangguki steadily.

"Ooo ...," said the Father with lips forming the letter O. His face looks funny especially when expressing every story I tell. "After that, your book was published?" ask him and I nodded.

"However, it still takes time, sir. Alia also just found out that the stages to print a novel are quite old too. At that time, Alia was lucky because the publisher knew Agatha. So the review process is quick. Although there are some parts that will be addressed by the editor, but for Alia it does not matter," I explained.

"Indeed, how long does it normally take for books to be sold in stores?" asked, looking curious.

"Six months, sir. Consider it a script that Alia deposited in January this year," I began to explain. Father nodded with a fixed look at me. "Well, January to February the manuscript goes through a review process. Alia was lucky that she didn't have to wait two months. So just think of Alia like any other budding writer going through the standard path" I said. Father nodded back. "Then, Alia's manuscript was accepted. In March, we will be contacted by the publisher. Furthermore, until April, the manuscript enters the editing process, layout and cover design. Then May process the printing and delivery of the book to the stores. In June, books began circulating in stores."

"Well, it's also a long process. Must be patient until the book can be embraced," said the father while hugging the sofa cushion. I nodded with a smile. "Then ... about royalties, and what about, Al?" ask the father who was still curious about the book publishing system.

"Alia is lucky not to attract other writers. However, if according to the standards, suppose that in June the book has begun to circulate and be sold. Well, later the publisher will send a contract and also an example of a book that has been circulated. Then in the next month, the publisher will give the advance according to the contract to the author. Well, if you want to get a large royalty, starting the book in the store from June to December end of the year, the publisher will accumulate sales results. January will be counted by them. And if the sale during June to December is already on top of the down payment that has been given by the issuer, royalties will be granted in February. And so on according to the contract period," I replied explaining in simple language so that you understand.

"Well, if for example the sales result is a little, not until the value of the down payment, do not get royalties dong?" he asked, and his guess was correct. I'm nodding. Mr. Oh again.

"So, can not relax also dong ya. If you want to earn a lot of money, the author must also promote his novel. If you are still a rich beginner you can also find fans. Moreover, you have said that you do not join any community. Then ... Where do Pen's Friends get it?" ask the astonished father. I smile.

"The tragedy that befell Alia when the Roman Scriptures knew that the book she found belonged to Alia, made a fortune. Roma fans turned to Alia after learning the true story of their idol's two recent works. It's just that there is one work that has not been completed and failed to publish because of the attempted murder case. They finally knew who the real writer was and the Aksara fans turned to Alia. After Aksara in prison, Alia's name skyrocketed and Alia's novels sold out. In fact, it sold out in all stores in Indonesia. Truly, Alia never expected that, sir. Allah is very dear to Alia," I said full of days.