The Ghost Writers
Threat of the Roman Scriptures

I looked at my daughter and saw she was still at home with her world. Rainbow is a sweet and demanding child. He can play alone without being accompanied. He is engrossed in chattering with his toys and like having imaginary friends.

The father, who seemed to be satisfied with my story, headed for the kitchen. The rainbow stood up when she saw her grandfather leaving and she followed him. I'm the one who's curious to follow. It turns out, the funny thing was done by Rainbow and Father-in-law.

"Pudding? Where's the pudding?" ask the Father when the Rainbow pulls the pants where the way is still unstable, but the Rainbow looks confident unaccompanied.

"That's it, right there," he answered pointing at the fridge.

I smiled behind the wall as I watched Father attentively pick up mango pudding in a container for his grandson and a plastic spoon. The rainbow then walked back to the carpet. I immediately went back to the sofa and pretended not to see what was happening.

"Mama, pudding" she said cutely and sat on the carpet.

"Cabused yes. Don't forget to eat the pudding and drink. Hiccups later," I said.

The rainbow nodded its head. He also feeds dolls that become his playmates. Of course I chuckle at the thought of this as funny. However, a feeling of sadness came along when I remembered Father and Mother.

"If Grandma and Grandpa were alive, they would be so happy to play with you, son."

"Don't regret it. It's God's destiny. Be grateful for what you have managed to achieve so far," said the father who apparently heard my complaint.

I nodded slowly because it was true. It turns out that the Father took a snack of coconut biscuits and also packaged bone milk to accompany him. He looked back at me and gave the code with a jolt of his head. I who was confused looked back at Father.

"Continuously. The one about your book has met, but the ballom you managed to take. You haven't told me that part yet" he said.

I spontaneously smiled because it turned out that Father was still charging my story. Not wanting to beat around the bush and afraid of being boring, I just went to the side when trying to pick up the book. I stabbed the packaging with a straw and immediately drank the bone milk. He took a biscuit and chewed it. You have filled up the ammunition and look ready like watching a movie in the cinema.

Who would have thought, my first novel managed to attract readers who like to buy books. I'm not good at promotion, helped by Agatha to sell it. He offered my novel to his friends so many books were sold. Moreover, he gave a special price unlike the price in the shops. The books he sold were limited. Only 10 pieces. He deliberately so that when others want to buy, they are forced to go to the store. Agatha's plan worked and made my book a bestseller.

However, that good thing was also accompanied by the suspicion of the Roman Scriptures. The empress who preferred me to work in a rented house rather than to come to her house, made Mr. Aksara ask me to come that day. I'm waiting for the moment to take my book and I don't want to miss the opportunity. I came to his house and these eyes immediately aimed at the drawer of the workbench that kept my book.

"Alias. You know if there's a new writer named Pena?" the question, of course, surprised me. Bad thoughts came to me. I tried to stay calm for fear of being suspected or even found out. At that time, I could only pray and hopefully be able to return safely when I came out of the house of the Romans.

"Yes, Sir. I heard the book is selling well. What's up?" manya curious.

"Buy the book one. I want to read it, "he asked with a serious face.

"I exist, Sir. Coincidentally at that time was promo and also curious. So I bought it one," I replied nervously.

"Oh! You brought her?" the question is like surprise. I'm nodding.

I picked up the book where the novel was devoted to me. It's just that, when I'm about to surrender, I just realized that what I'm doing is a form of carelessness. Aksara stared at my sticky novel book that I still held. My heart was pounding and fear began to strike me.

"Alia?" it was his call that made me aghast because it seemed to be daydreaming. "His book," pinta Aksara while thrusting his right hand.

Stupidhead! How'this? What if I get caught I'm the author. O Allah help your servant, my mind while giving the book doubtfully to the Scriptures.

Mr. Aksara accepted it and immediately opened the pages of the novel in a hurry. He asked me to go back to work and finish the final stage of the story for his latest novel. I walk with anxiety. I can't concentrate on work. My eyes always glanced at Mr. Aksara out of curiosity how he reacted because his face looked serious.

"Where are you going? Why are you looking at my rich husband? Don't think I don't know. Do you like the characters?" it was her question that surprised me because her accusations were so wrong. I quickly drowned, but Madame Empress was in disbelief. "All right, don't go boong. I know how you squirm my husband. Basic don't know yourself. Being hired is cheating. Oh, I know. You deliberately asked for the same job Aksara because fans the same him. Naturally, my husband is handsome, rich, and famous. It's easy to make your rich country girl fascinated by her charisma," she said, which shocked me because none of the Empress's words were true. I'm still quiet. "From today, you're fired. Don't come to this house anymore. Delete the Aksara number, block the number. Just be careful if you dare to find him or call him again. I'm not afraid to report to the police!" said threat.

Really, I don't know how to deal with this. However, the Empress' request made me feel relieved. Thus, I was able to break free from the shackles of the Roman Scriptures and be able to live life as a real novelist. Maybe we have to compete, but for me it's not a big challenge. Students against teachers. Hehe.

The empress asked me to pack the goods immediately. He locked me in when he said he would give me money in return for my work. He asked me to wait in the room until I returned. I saw the opportunity rush to the Aksara table.

Turns out right, the drawer was locked. At that time, I thought that this was the last chance to pick up a book because it was impossible to come back. Forced, I ripped the drawer away with the things I found in the room. Until finally, a spoon and iron ruler can make the drawer open.

GRAY ....

Practically, my smile grew. I picked up the book I was looking for all this time. I hug because I miss her so much, but I realize I don't have much time to close the drawer immediately. I hurried to my desk and put the book in my bag. My body trembled until the sweat poured out. Until finally, CEKLEK!

I was shocked when the Empress opened the door of the room and came to me with her demonic face. He threw a brown envelope on a table that was folded up and tied with a rubber band. I accepted it nervously and dared not guess how much it contained. However, I took it in silence as a thank you.

"Cepet go and don't come back. I'm not messing around with my threats" he said.

I nodded and immediately put the envelope in the bag in a hurry. I got off the desk and I just left the last job there. I immediately walked in a hurry as I passed through the corridor and exited the Aksara house. However, who would have thought, Mr. Aksara who was sitting on a park bench realized my existence. He called me and asked me to come to him. I panicked and wanted to leave immediately, I didn't heed what he said. I just ran out of his house.

"Alia! Alia!" he called out loudly, but I was reluctant to turn my head, turning around to stop my running.

My breath was stingy and did not know whether Lord Aksara was chasing or not. I came to the base of the motorcycle and asked to be escorted to a cafe where I wanted to tell this to my friend Agatha Fanny about the real reason I became a ghost writer for the Roman script. It's just that, when I contacted Agatha when I arrived at the cafe of my choice, she was out of town due to the office business. I understood his busyness and could only sit with my heart pounding. I tried to calm myself down while enjoying hot chocolate and also a slice of warm brownie cake.

"All is done. My business with Aksara is done. I must disappear immediately so as not to be found by him. The one who kicked me out, Empress. I received the money and of course I will use it" I slowly muttered and opened the contents of the chocolate envelope.

Unexpectedly, the Empress gave severance of 10 million rupiah. Maybe a little for a rich woman like her, but a lot for a commoner like me. I plan to save the money through an ATM cash deposit facility located close to the cafe where I rest. After calming my heart and filling my stomach, I immediately went to the ATM to save the money.

That afternoon, I just returned to the contract. However, who would have thought, I found that Lord Aksara was talking to my neighbor no matter what he asked. I who panicked immediately ran away with my heart pounding. I deliberately hid still around the village until I saw Aksara car passing by leaving my area of residence. I'm the curious one coming back soon. Apparently, my neighbor was still outside feeding his son in the evening.

"Excuse me, Mother," call me polite.

"Eh, Alia. Well, just the guy who was looking for you left. Called Aksara. Said he was your boss. I was here to meet you, but I told you that you haven't come home yet" he replied, giving a lot of information.

"Oh that," I replied pretending not to know. "Emang, Boss Alia looking up to the house what's up? Not a story to Mom?" tananyaku fishing.

"Say you ask for an email check because your number cannot be reached. He said it's important because of work" he replied seriously.

I nodded and immediately opened the phone. I say goodbye and rush into the house to find out what makes it seem like it needs me urgently. When I sat on the edge of the bed, the incoming message from Aksara was there. I opened it with my heart pounding out of curiosity. However, the contents of his email instantly made my eyes glare. The trembling I made my phone fall on the floor hard.

"W-what's the content of his email, Al?" ask the tense-faced father.

"Aksara knew that Alia was a writer named Pena. Aksara also knew that Alia had poked her drawer and picked up the book she had found a few years ago. Aksara ..he threatened Alia to return the book and asked to stop being a writer like her. If Alia is reckless, she will do something that makes Alia's life suffer," replied me who again felt the fear when the incident had passed.

I could see you were tense as if it had just happened. We kept quiet and I didn't know what you thought of my story.