The Ghost Writers
Autodidact

Inevitably, I finally told the story then. However, because the one who asked him was still an elementary school child, I limited him to certain things because I was worried that they could not respond wisely.

I just chose the moment when I started pioneering in the world of writing. However, long before that I tried to go back to school when I was like Wita and Zacky.

"You want to hear the story of Auntie when your rich school was not?" I looked at my two nieces.

"School age? SD rich us, pretty aunt?" ask Zacky with her round eyes. "Yes, yes I can" he added happily.

I developed a smile because the attempt to divert the gripping tragedy of 5 years ago succeeded. I try to remember fun stories that might inspire them.

"Ult ... Aunty loves to dance. Traditional dance, of course," I began.

"Traditional dance? Rich dance performances that wear shawls and clothes that area is yes, Auntie?" asked Wita, and I nodded confirming. "Wita likes it too. Wita took the dance lessons, but only starting next month," he replied enthusiastically.

"Well, great. When you're young, you two have to expand the experience. Moreover, Father and Mother of the economy are quite capable. Rarely do parents support their children outside of school. You're lucky," I said.

"really?" zacky asked, hesitating.

"Yes. In the past, the economic life of the Aunt family was not as lucky as you. The salary of Mom and Aunt Dad is very little. Just enough for daily needs. It used to be at school, textbooks bought at a flea market because Auntie's father could not afford a new book. Shoes and bags as well. Aunty buy in the thrift market. Rarely does Aunt have new things," I honestly answered telling her about the difficult life when my parents were still around.

"Tante kasian really. Why not tell Robby? It must be bought," asked Wita with a sad face, but I laughed instead.

"At that time, Auntie did not know Om Robby. Om must be still a rich school Aunt. In addition, Aunty lives in Jogja, while Om in Jakarta. Far away, dear," I replied withholding a smile.

I don't know what the two kids were thinking, but seeing their expressions, I dropped the elementary school story. I started changing the topic.

"Although, Aunty's father always supported to participate in the race. To be confident. So, Aunty tried almost all competitions related to the art world. Like coloring, drawing, making creations, dancing, and singing" I replied happily.

"Tante won?" ask Wita with a sparkling face.

"Haha! Lose all! However, from there Auntie knows that there are many people out there who are more good. Therefore, Auntie became motivated to defeat them by increasing her ability even though she was self-taught," replied my spirit.

"Oto what? Zacky yunya autoped," he said plainly. Back, I chuckle.

"That's not to say learning something independently without a teacher. So our teacher is ourselves. We are forced to understand and can find solutions if what we are doing is right or not" I explained, but the two children blinked. "Bunung huh?"

"We don't understand."

"Hem, Zacky doesn't understand either."

I chuckle for the umpteenth time. Maybe my language is less simple. Hem, considering the two people in front of me still need a lot of learning, I tried to use language that is easier to understand. Well, this is a pretty tough test.

"They don't learn on their own without a teacher. Like Wita when singing Frozen's song, no one is taught. Wita doesn't speak English, does she? However, Wita was able to sing the lyrics of the song properly. Wita listened and continued to repeat it until memorized. Isn't it?" I asked, and Wita nodded quickly.

"Oh. Rich Zacky real time bike chain itself time dislodged huh, Auntie? At that time, Om Robby asked why not take it to the workshop?"

"Yes, that's right. Keep on, what are you answering? Aunty is still inget loh," I asked to fish.

"Zacky said if you want to try it yourself. Zacky had seen his workshop brother keep trying to practice. It turns out that it can, even though his hands get dirty with angus," he replied while looking at a clean palm.

Maybe Zacky remembered those memories when his hand went black.

"Yes. That's one self-taught. You just need to observe, remember, and practice. If there is an intention, all will be able to" I stressed.

"We like to be self-taught," the long black-haired sweet girl replied with a smile.

"Hem, Zacky too. Ah, so I want to try the tire pump. Zacky wondered if he could. Yuk, Woman! We're playing bikes!" bring the black-haired boy.

"Yuk, yuk!" welcome Wita to stand up.

The two came up to me and kissed my right and left cheeks. I chuckled, but I let it.

"Darling?" call Robby suddenly who makes me look at him in the distance.

"Yes?"

"The rainbow is sleepy. You are boboin. Poor, it's noisy outside" he asked.

"Oh, okay," I answered and moved.

I came across a cousin who was holding a rainbow. I took it from him and took it to my room to sleep. Apparently, Robby followed along while carrying a pacifier filled with warm milk for our baby.

"Muach! You're both Papa's favorite" said Robby after kissing Rainbow cheeks and cheeks.

I smiled faintly as I laid my body beside the rainbow. Robby slid down next to our daughter while patting her adorable thighs.

Looks like I fell asleep while putting my baby to sleep. When I woke up, Robby was no longer next to the rainbow somewhere.

I am still tired and sleepy, choosing to keep lying down while gently stroking the cute belly of the Rainbow.

I stared at the ceiling of the room cet-plated white color and there was a lamp in the middle was not turned on because the wall clock still shows at 3 pm.

But slowly, I was like carried away to the past when I remembered the story while sitting in High School.

At that time, my theater teacher named Pulis Panggabean gave his knowledge in the art world.

We speak in Indonesian mixed Javanese. Translation.

"Objectives and breathing are important so that our voices are loud, characterful, and clear. The stage of the theater was spacious, and the spectators were seated up to several meters back, some were even above due to the terraced. A talented player, no need for mics or additional tools to make his voice big and clear. A theater performer is able to master vocal techniques, stage, and also take the hearts of the audience with his skills. That, which you must get during training with me, Mas Tulis," he said at that time steadily even though the Javanese dialect was so thick.

Even so, his words made my heart beat. The figure of Mas Tulis at that time was so inspiring.

I studied earnestly and diligently in order to show my talent to the audience later and boast of both parents.

Before the role rehearsal, my friends and I from various classes gathered in the hall for vocal rehearsal. When viewed, the exercise is very easy, but it is actually difficult if wrong in applying the technique.

I held my stomach as I shouted the vowels alternately three times like, "A! A! A!"

My mouth was wide open, there was no such thing as being afraid of the face becoming ugly. This does not apply to Mas Tulis because true beauty is seen from behavior and speech. Hem, I agree with that. If you get good looks, it is a blessing from God.

My stomach will be hollowed inward as it throws out the letters in a regular rhythm. My stomach will be convex again when the air previously stored in the abdominal cavity is still available.

When vocal exercises and feeling hungry, it means our technique is correct. If the throat is not dry and does not feel thirsty, the technique applied is correct because it uses abdominal breathing instead of the neck.

Apparently, a fairly easy technique that has gotten rid of some of my friends because it is considered a failure by Mas Tulis.

Some of them were coughing and like shortness of breath. They were separated and asked to improve their vocals with the guiding senior students. I was amazed at myself for being right.

As it turns out, a lot of learning about the world of theatre was very useful when I became a writer like today.

I can write an expression in a sentence when I imagine myself as a character like in a movie scene.

Who would have thought, it turned out to be able to hypnotize the readers to participate as if they also played a role in it.

However, I'm sure our imaginations are a little different. However, the message I delivered managed to enter the hearts and minds of readers.

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still eps from bonus tips jeng Alia🥰 normal length script 1000 words yes. because there are tips so 1341 words nih. tengkiyuw alia, lelle lel yu yahoo kalo no typo correction aja ya😁