The Last Love's
Printing Love

In the heat of the sun at 10 this morning, Anggita seemed busy running hot-warm along the sidewalk filled with buildings, ranging from shops to businesses such as printing and publishing.

“Huh! Huh! Just wait until! Come strong, Anggita!” anggita said to himself, encouraging himself who almost fainted chasing the increasingly tight time!

While continuing to take the time to check the phone screen in his left hand, which on the screen displays Gmaps with a route to the address of a publishing house, Anggita also turned his head to the right and to the left, find where the address is actually located.

“Duh! Which building, anyway?!”

Angry half to death. 

He really felt that he was very unlucky this morning. Though today was the most important day he had been waiting for lately!

If he had stayed up last night because of the cup of coffee he accidentally drank a few hours before bedtime should have been, he would definitely not have hassles like this!

And indeed, actually Anggita today had to come to a publisher to submit his manuscript offline on the deal they had agreed to together before.

The agreement explains that Anggita must come to the publisher's address at least 10:30 p.m. 

Then, because Anggita did not really know where the exact location of the publisher's address was, he took the initiative to leave early so as not to be late and make a bad impression on the publisher. 

But what happened was the opposite. Not only could he not leave early, he even had a lot of misfortune this morning!

“Ke straight front 100 meters and right way?!?!” pekik Anggita after he checked the publisher's address from Gmaps on his phone.

With sweat pouring down her neck and temples, Anggita lifted her gaze straight ahead.

“One hundred meters?!”

Anggita's legs almost limp made. 

But in the hope that his manuscript would be printed, published, and sold well in the market, he strengthened his resolve once again and began to run!

Only after his breath was completely exhausted, and he himself was very bored, Anggita stopped. 

He now only needed to cross this fairly deserted highway to actually arrive at the publishing house.

“Huh! Don't let me have a hard time and suffer like this, then I got the wrong address or got hit by a fake address!”

After adjusting his breath well and waiting until the vehicle that was about to pass through it all, Anggita finally walked across the highway.

“It should be that little white building, right?” muttered Anggita while looking back at the image of the building in the photo in Gmaps.

As soon as the photo and shape of the building in front of him was suitable, Anggita reviewed a relieved smile.

“Thank God, it's true!”

Anggita's steps become light. 

He wiped his sweat with the back of his hand, tidying up his already almost-unfortunate appearance, before finally entering the publishing house.

“Excuse me,” said.

There, he was greeted by one of the employees who then drove him to the reception section of the script. When all the process is complete, Anggita goes home.

But, on the way home, Anggita had a slow mutter.

“I seem familiar with the interior style used in the building. But what makes you familiar with the concept?”

After thinking for a long time without getting results, Anggita then spread his shoulders indifferently, reluctant to think about it further.

Only, he thought again for a moment.

“I came hard, but this is the process? Geez!”

We are not helpless, but also helpless. 

He decided to go find an ice cream shop to cool his brain, heart, and all of his emotional nerves.

“Hopefully everything is worth it!”

***

Galang could not help but praise and appreciate his hard work during this time in order to build a publishing secretly.

Although not easy, especially when he pioneered the field of publishing early, he still tried hard to make it happen. 

No matter what, his efforts should not be in vain. And thanks to her persistence, hard work, prayers, and every effort she put in, she finally succeeded.

This not-so-big building he managed to conjure up into a capable publishing office!

“I hope, I can get maximum results with this effort.”

‘Tok! Geck! Tok!’

He turned his head. “Log.”

The door of the room opened from outside. 

A male employee came up with several stacks of paper that had varying thicknesses. 

“Pak Galang, these are the manuscripts sent offline by the authors we have previously confirmed.”

Suddenly, Galang twisted his body and stepped his feet to approach the male employee.

He looked carefully at the pile, before gesturing for the employee to put it on his desk.

“How many authors are interested in joining us?”

“About 15 people, Sir.”

“I understand. You can come back,” Galang said afterwards. “Let me check it first.”

“Good.”

After the male employee left, Galang began to examine one by one the manuscripts on his desk. He read it carefully but briefly.

With his expertise, Galang was able to analyze all the manuscripts in his hands without problems.

Which if it attracts his attention and is not mainstream, he will put it on a different side. 

While the manuscript whose content is less interesting and also does not have too good prospects in the market, he will get rid of it to the other side.

And among the pile, there was also a manuscript belonging to Anggita that he had been fighting desperately. 

The manuscript was finally taken and checked by Galang when the sun without him knowing it had gone west.

“It turns out that checking the script is not as easy and trivial as that,” he said while opening page by page the manuscript belongs to Anggita.

Read it carefully from the beginning of the title, premise, outline, and then the first chapter. For some reason, Galang was stunned.

“Hmm, this script is not bad. But why do I feel that I know this style of writing, huh? Have I read this author's work before?”

As Galang wondered, he chose to continue reading, and began to find that he was interested in the story written here.

“This story is good! And somehow, it gave me a strange familiar impression. Who is the author?”

Thinking and thinking, Galang finally came out while carrying the script in his hands. The goal is to find male employees who previously delivered the script.

“Pak Galang!”

A coincidence, just now Galang was about to look for him, the employee had already come looking for him!

“Iya?”

“How, Sir? I'd like to inquire about the script I gave you.”

“Indeed by chance.” Galang smiled faintly. He handed the script in his hands casually.

“I am interested in this manuscript and would like to talk about cooperation including profit sharing with its author. Please have him come to see me, can you?”