The Ghost Writers
Creating Manuscripts*

Kusul Pelangi to the dining room and enjoy a dish that has been served by the Robby family after undergoing Magrib prayer.

Apparently, Rainbow had finished eating first and now was busy playing plastic blocks no matter what he wanted to make, but looked serious.

Who would have thought, the cuisine of the Bude and Bibi is delicious even though it cannot be aligned with a five-star restaurant.

I sat in rows with Bude, Aunt, Pakde, Om, and Father-in-law in a rectangular chair. Robby, I don't know where my husband is.

"Alias. Aunt was kicked out of Robby. He said your evil ex-boss came to the fan meeting. Are you sure he won't be evil with you anymore?" ask Auntie of Robby's late mother's family.

"We should always think positively, Bi. Alia was sure that Mr. Aksara had changed," I replied calmly as I held the spoon in my right hand.

"However, you should stay alert. Bude still hates him if the incident happened at that time. Lucky you survived. Really, just for fear that his secret to the unloading will kill you. Some want to be famous for using cheating methods. Punished by God let kapok," said Bude from the family of the late mother Robby look angry because his eyes bulged.

"Already, already. The passing let pass. Alia who became a victim just forgive you who are grigetan loh, but you also get angry with the Aksara. Error indeed," said the Father who initially spoke wisely even ended with frustration as well. I can only smile thinly.

However, after some thought, the actions of Mr. Aksara when he wanted to eliminate me had indeed caused trauma.

I hid because I was scared. Do not dare to meet people because they are worried if the concerned is his man.

I almost starved to death and fell into solitude because I did not dare to appear after 1 week of hiding. Until finally, I met Robby.

"Son Alia. Uh, it's eaten don't be dumb. Cold rush, you know," said the father-in-law who broke the memory of my past.

I could only smile and then nod slowly. I fill my mouth with chicken opor that I add heart-fried sambal because the taste of the two dishes if mixed really evokes taste.

After eating, Robby's extended family came home. Of course, sadness came back to me. But apparently, you still want to stay because of kangen with a funny rainbow.

I also do not mind, instead feel happy because the house is not quiet. Usually, it's just me, Robby, Rainbow and Aunt who help clean up the house. With the Father, the atmosphere of kinship I feel again.

"Bye, Rainbow! Aunty will come again to pick up Eyang kakung ya. Muach!" jelita exclaimed from the front seat when the car window was lowered.

"Bye, Auntie," Robby replied with insinuation.

"Awas. Have one brother to swear!" jelita grumbled, but Robby ignored her.

One by one, the yard of my house that was full of cars and motorcycles became stretchy. There's only our car left and also a motorbike matic mine.

"Mas," call me as I approach Robby. "I want to take a second. The rainbow Nitip is bad, right?" I'm not feeling too good because Robby looks tired.

"Well, got a new idea? Can dong. Do not be long, yes" he replied with a smile while carrying a rainbow.

I nodded then immediately went inside. When I looked into the room, it turned out that the Father had laid himself on the mattress looking asleep.

I who originally wanted to type with a typewriter undo the intention and replace it using a laptop.

Immediately I sat in the work chair and opened the worksheet on a piece of software for writing. Yes, products made by Microsoft Office help a lot, especially Word.

Kumulai gives the title and direct curation in the main section by choosing the Heading menu 1. Next on subtitles such as blurb, synopsis, names of characters, location settings, and so on, I chose Heading 3. Then for the title of the episode I chose Heading 2. Don't forget the ku-watermark as a sign if the writing is real mine.

Examples of drafting in script writing in Word.

All menus that have been formed will be connected to each other. With one click, I will go to the page I need.

Sometimes I use CTRL+F if I want to find a sentence or word where I slightly forget the exact location of an event that I wrote before to avoid plot holes.

After all the raw material I put in the menus that have been adjusted, I began to make several episode titles by writing a little important core of the novel story later so as not to widen.

A quiet night, a full stomach, and a calm heart because the Rainbow is there to guard, making me nimbly type the behavioral ideas in the worksheet.

I'm very grateful, I am one of the people who easily get ideas. Anything that catches my eye and catches my eye can be a story.

I used to make an episode that told me about shoes. Just because I saw Robby accidentally drop one of the pantofel shoes that were already attached to his right foot when he was about to get into the car.

The size of the shoe that is still too large makes the shoe detach from the owner's foot.

Robby who initially wanted to show off new shoes to his friends undo the intention and replace with old shoes. I just chuckled when I saw that ridiculous thing.

What I found in my action novel was more or less like this. He lost his shoes when the rescue took place in a car.

The elderly man who had to be rescued had to be moved from one car to another through the middle window as the two vehicles were speeding.

This was done because a large bus was right in front and ready to hit the two cars at high speed.

The road is narrow and can not get out of the asphalt, making the two cars desperate to fight with the big bus. The old man panicked and dropped his shoes on the asphalt when he got into another car.

Suspenseful scenes occur with explosions, shootouts and special techniques applied either from the opponent or the champion, it turns out to give the reader his own impression.

Actually, there are many more trivial things that caught my eyes. I developed it and turned it into an insert into the story I wrote without straying from the plot.

But instantly, I was stunned when I remembered the intention to write my life story. Unfortunately, considering that the Lord of the Romans already had good intentions to change, it felt too cruel for me if to seek fame from one's doom.

Lord of the Romans came to me to apologize. I have forgiven him even witnessed by many people.

I also gave him the opportunity to improve things with other life alternatives without ever having to be a writer again.

I climbed out of the chair and I came across my typewriter still in the storage box.

All the printed papers of the dark old story I grasped and read carefully before I decided.

And finally, I was convinced of my choice. I came across a paper shredder that made the sheets into noodles.

I put one by one each sheet that I have typed into the machine. It was sweet at first, but I decided.

Until finally all the sheets have become neat pieces of paper and I put them in a plastic bag or ordinary Indonesians call it crackle.

Normally, I would give the papers to my aunt who cleaned the house. He has a stall run by his son and daughter-in-law.

I've seen Bibi use the papers as a base to lay eggs so as not to break when purchased by customers when I visit the stall.

Well, who would have thought that used goods that are useless to me can be used well by others.

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Lelevil Lelesan's personal illustrations of the novel The Red Lips Final.

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