The Ghost Writers
Past Stories*

I just leaned back that felt sore, I saw the rainbow had closed its eyes. Looks like our little princess has fallen asleep because she is tired of playing.

Robby put the rainbow to bed and covered it. I took the time to wipe his two hands to keep them clean despite playing at home.

"Sleep yuk. Tomorrow I have to leave in the morning" Robby looks tired.

I nodded and put my laptop to sleep. You could say, I almost never turn off the object because my time is not necessarily to work.

Sometimes, an idea just pops up and I want to quickly pour it out before it disappears.

I put my head on Robby's arm while hugging his solid body. The rainbow slept on a separate mattress that was under the right side of our bed. Like a bed.

The dim light of the room seemed to have succeeded in making the three of us sleep well that night. Because, when I wake up, it's like no dream has come to me.

The next day, Auntie who helped clean the house was already looking busy sweeping the front yard because I saw quite dirty and garbage piled up in the barrel.

I prepared breakfast for my little family in the kitchen connected to the dining room.

I saw the Father-in-law chatting with his son at the dinner table.

The rainbow was sitting in the baby chair enjoying the fresh fruit pieces I gave in a bowl using a plastic fork.

This morning was really bright and I can't wait to pour my next idea for my new novel.

"Well, this is my favorite. Chicken soup. It was simple, but it was festive" said the father-in-law, who swiftly picked up the bowl and spoon as I placed the soupy dish on the table.

"Eat a lot, sir. For lunch, you want to masakin what's the same Alia?" I asked because I was worried if you wanted something.

"What you cook you eat. Whatever," replied he who makes me even dizzy thinking about the next menu.

Robby who usually comes home at night, of course, will miss dinner with the family.

But it's not a big deal for me. I trust my husband, especially he works as a state servant. Work in the office is certainly time consuming.

"OKAY. Dad went to work first. Don't be naughty and can't wet the bed anymore. Okay?" said Robby while taking the rainbow tos.

"Okay, Papa," replied the rainbow who still seems difficult to call Robby with the name Father.

Robby kissed my forehead and Rainbow took turns and shook hands with my father. Robby drives the car that gets him to work.

I went back to the dining room to clean up the leftovers and dirty utensils. I took a rainbow into the playroom to explore. I brought my laptop with me while playing.

"Mother join may?" he asked me, but I nodded with a smile.

He looked happy and sat next to me on the long sofa. I see you always smile when you look at the cool rainbow chattering I don't know what he imagines when playing.

"Alia, can you ask me something no?" I asked my father-in-law who suddenly looked up.

"Yes, about what, sir?" answer me with a question.

"Father asked Robby about this, but he said he didn't know. He said he was afraid to find out if you were angry with him. It's just, you're really curious. You know, if the Father is the type of thinker," said the father looked at me fixedly.

I don't know why my heart beats hearing it. A nervous feeling came straight at me, but I nodded ready even though I was sure that my face was tense.

"Can you tell me, why can you cooperate with the Roman script? Even though you have the potential to work alone without having to go with it," asked the Father who turned out, the question made me not expect it.

It seems that this father was very curious about me. Yeah, it's natural. I met Robby for about 6 months. And then, he asked me to get married.

I who do not know his figure well, of course I do not take it for granted even though I also put feelings for him. Robby convinced me to meet his extended family.

That's when I felt like Robby's family was so kind and understanding. I don't feel lonely anymore.

After meeting the family, I immediately replied "Yes" and was willing to marry him. And so, I am now a part of the Purnama family.

"Oh that. Mm, if Alia's telling me, where's it going, sir?" my answer was even confused myself to choose the moment.

"Oh! When your book is gone. Robby can't tell stories. He even makes you confused because it is so rich in muters. The father who was initially horrified spirit immediately became lazy," said the father who made me chuckle softly.

"Hem, from the lost book huh? Okay. I hope it's not boring, sir," I replied worriedly.

"Will not be bosen because of the direct horror of the character. Or, at the beginning you learn to write stories. How's it?" asked, you look so enthusiastic.

Honestly, I was nervous about telling a story, but I took it in with a smile.

Yes, my past story. When I was still struggling in the world of theater, many things I learned from my teacher named Pulis Panggabean.

It's just that the old me was very different from now. I wear glasses, I wear braces, my hair is a little dull, and I have a simple look. Yes, following my family's mediocre economic level.

I'm still lucky to be able to do dental care because Dad gets health benefits.

The deceased did not want my teeth to fall apart because it would affect my career in the future. And it turns out, Dad's thinking had a point when I was growing up.

Everyone will look at the physical first, then find out about the attitude and behavior to decide whether the choice is right or not.

I also feel less confident because I look like Betty La Fea like a Colombian telenovela serial character in her day despite not having a party.

However, Mas Tulis always gave me his support and knowledge. Even I feel, the knowledge that I get more than he teaches other students.

"You now help Mas Write to compose a drama script only. I know that everyone wants to perform on stage, famous and highlighted by many people. However, Mas Write see you will be more potential when behind the scenes. So the shadow is not always bad. In fact, with the shadow, the figure knows if he is always accompanied so that he feels not alone" said Mas Tulis at the time.

I just took his word and I said it for a long time during school. I helped Mas Tulis write a script for the drama to be performed.

It was then, for the first time, that I got to know a typewriter. He borrowed from the school to use it. I always carry that typewriter anywhere in a black suitcase bag.

I also often visit the Regional Library in the city of Yogyakarta to learn the preparation of the script when there is a long time.

I came to be called 'Book Girl' because I always carry books that I borrow from the library.

"Biarin. It's yourlife. They do not know if all this time the script they play is the result of your work. Your writing is getting better and better. Your grooves are also neat not widened. Perfect with punctuation and strengthen your character. Imagine your friends being that character. Write will help them act like a director. Your work will be considered successful and successful if you win the annual championship this time at Fort Vredeburg. The spirit!" say Mas Write when giving his support.

"Ready, Mas!" steady answers.

I typed all my ideas in that typewriter. In fact, I always overtime every day after school.

But I know myself. When the time showed at 9 pm, I stopped my typing because I did not want to disturb the rest of father and mother due to the noise.

I keep all the sheets of paper that will be a drama script for my friends to play later.

This time, the theater championship requires to create an original story written by the members of the theater is not the work of others.

So far, my friends think that Mas Write wrote it. Though, it was me. The race committee already knew about this when Mas Tulis invited me personally when doing registration.

"So what's your sister's name?" ask the registration officer.

"Mm ...," I replied confusedly as I clasped my pen tightly.

"Pens. Her real name is Alia Pitaloka. Alia Pitaloka's name is written in a certificate. Pena name as the name of the author of the work to be contested later. Whisper, Mas?" ask me Write what makes my heart beat.

"Bby dong. Everyone has a stage name. So, Dik Alia's stage name is Pena huh?" ask the officer again.

"I-iya, Mom. My stage name is Pena. Keep my real name a secret, yes" I asked very much.

The staff there just smiled. The officer then gave the number of participants, and asked Mas Tulis as the theater guide to fill out the file as a condition for entering the race.

Furthermore, a week before the race performance, I was asked to submit the manuscript to the committee to check its authenticity and feasibility.

Of course it makes me anxious when coming to the office again accompanied by Mas Tulis. Afraid my script wasn't worth staging.

"Your story's good. Sure escaped," said Mas Tulis who made me even more nervous.

"Pens!" call a man when he opens the door of the assembly room.

I immediately stood up and went to the script-checking officer. He gave me my script with a smile. But really, I don't understand the meaning of that smile.

"You are accepted. Congratulations yes. Hopefully winning and your group performance is like the story presented," said the officer who made me spontaneously scream hysterically.

Mas Tulis saluted the officer and immediately took me away. Truly, this is a very joyful thing to know that my efforts are considered worthy and worthy to be performed.

"Well, you're so cool. You just know this story. Robby doesn't know, does he?" asked my father-in-law to look at me.

"Only the Father, the people of the day, and Allah, knows" I replied with a smile.

Suddenly, my smile widened. He suddenly said goodbye, but asked me to wait for a while. I was confused, but my eyes were locked on the Father standing in the door frame.

"Yes, Sir. How's it?" ask Aunt who was called by Father.

"Please bring tea tubruk use sugar cubes as a snack that does not make teeth fall out yes, Bi," pinta Pak that makes me hold back laughter.

"Good, Sir. Then Auntie will deliver, "Aunty replied with a slight bow.

He came back to me and sat down and took the couch cushion. I developed a smile because I didn't expect you to be interested in my story.

"Continue, continue, how? Won the race?" his tan sounded impatient as he hugged the sofa cushion.

You look so fat with that soft square thing. I took a deep breath and continued the story.

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ILLUSTRATIONS. SOURCE: mycast.io

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