About the Heart

Exciting Debate

The decision to write a novel is finally final. After finishing all the evening routines, ranging from berberes, bath and eat, I choose to turn on the laptop while watching television. Write while looking for additional inspiration. The story that has been clearly drawn, I make a scribble about who the character is.

The character of each character is tightly grasped. Time to find a suitable name and not a market. Unique and easy to remember. The search for a name takes time. Can't come from comot. I want to use the name Alex, but already ngetop in Marriage Contract Tya Gunawan. Want to use Vishnu, but afraid to make a baper Aldekha Depe, a female character who in PHP Vishnu in the Second Wife of Mr. Krishna, a famous novel by Syala Yaya. Arga is cool, but already has Breath in the novel Marry Me.

Baffled. Time to be given the name Bambang, Ismed, Zainudin or even Young Flash. I don't think that's possible. They have become the eternal inhabitants of the novel Reply Revenge Manok Kampungan by author Somplak Linanda Anggen. Then, what's my character's name?

I want help, but to whom?

Phone a friend?

I think my unique friends would give me some weird name ideas. Could my character be named Eagle, Garuda, Pipit or even Parakeet? However, isn't that the name of the character in Aldekha Depe's new novel entitled Me, The Pelakor!

Ask the audience?

Make a novel just stag in the search for names, want to ask for the opinion of the reader. Ah, why is it so hard to find the label of a raga?

50:50? Especially this? I'm making a novel instead of following the Who Wants to Be a Millionaire quiz?

Finally my decision is anchored to the smartest brain on the internet, Mbah Gugel. With the keywords alternating dozens of times, I got a number of catchy names.

Name issue is complete. Time to find a title that sells. The target market that I am targeting is women with an age range of 18-40 years. Embedded in the brain if my novel story would fit in that age reader category. The time when the genuineness of the figure of a perfect man occupies the first rank.

Based on observations, I found if the reader is very fond of romantic novels. And best-selling novels are those that choose titles by writing forced, forced, CEO, Contract Marriage, Rich and Handsome. Therefore, my first novel I gave the title "Forced Love Handsome CEO." Cool, right?

I exhaled a sigh of relief. After struggling for more than an hour just to find the right character name and title, I rested my mind for a bit. It seems trivial, but in fact it is very draining of the brain. I sipped a glass of water without any waste. Eliminates thirst that does not feel attacked.

I took the snack that was on the table in front of me. Picking it up while typing a new search keyword. The visual of a handsome man to cover, that's the thing I want to find. There are many charming faces. Ranging from bule-bule with a firm jaw and thick berewok to maximum beautiful oppa korea, all there is.

I am a woman who loves Asian faces. Therefore I prefer the visual oppa Korea. Although I am inferior because they are more beautiful, but the heart cannot be lied to that I judge them.

Armed with a little science edit edit the finish of my novel cover. Although far from perfect, I am proud. I watched it over and over again, a little bit fiddled, finally according to what I wanted. With a smile of satisfaction, I looked again and again at the monitor that displayed the outer page of my first novel.

When I just got up from sitting, the sound of the bell sounded deafening. I turned the direction of my steps from before wanting to go to the kitchen turned forward, opening the apartment door. In my brain it is embedded that what comes is my dear husband. And my guess didn't miss, it was Dion who came home.

"Martabak, dear."

Dion showed me the bag he was carrying. Immediately I move the ownership while saying thank you. But Dion pointed at his cheek to be touched. Without a doubt, I immediately granted him a run after him.

"Darling, don't run! You're pregnant," Dion recalled as he walked along following me who had walked first into the kitchen. Take a plate to put down the heavy snack that Dion bought.

When I got back to the front of the television, Dion was sitting in front of my laptop. Focus on seeing my edits. Something seems wrong in his eyes. His hands were agilely playing on the keyboard keys. Without commenting I chose to pay attention to what he was doing while choosing to sit next to him.

"If you're a gini, it's better, right?" dion said after changing the font type and color in my title. The placement of the letters was perfect until it became more interesting.

"I have a husband who is a design expert" my god smiled.

"Your loss has only one, dear."

I put on a questionable expression. I sharpened my gaze and my eyes squinted. "What?"

"Too long have you decided to accept my love" whispered Dion in my ear.

Yes .. yes .. yes ... yes. I admit that the biggest loss of my life was rejecting him so many times. But I will redeem by making a romantic love novel as the most beautiful gift for the man who loves me perfectly.

"What's the novel's idea, honey?"

"Real story, Mom."

Dion looked at me. "Your story?"

"Our story" I explained as I wrapped my arms around her stomach.

Dion scrunched his forehead. Look at me and then stare back at the laptop screen. Designate a title line with a sense of disbelief. "I never forced you to accept my love" she protested.

"Where is there no force if I refuse not to deter?"

"That's a struggle, honey," let's keep Dion focused on the monitor.

"Should I change the title to "Forced Love CEO Handsome Fighter"?"

"You used to be CEO" I don't want to change the title of the novel.

"Now, no."

Kuhela breathes heavily. "Forced Love Isn't the Handsome CEO of Fighters", is that the title I should pin?"

"That's right."

"Honey, that's an extension. It should not be a novel title but the title of a flying fish soap opera."

"You're a true story, right?" Dion won't lose the argument.

"Yes, but we also have to choose a title that has selling power. The title is honest."

"Honest you had to love me?" accuse Dion of pursing his lips.

I think this language will be long. Either Dion really objected or was just a guyonan, if I keep answering then the end will be a debate forum. The surefire way to conquer his anger is by seducing. Ignoring my wildness these few days, then this time I will do it again.

First, let go of my embrace. I cupped his face in the shackles of both my palms. His eyes were caught in a trap. A kiss I gave her on her lips. A quick glance but I'm sure it will cut. "If you think I was forced to love you, you're wrong, honey. Because right now, I will always force you not to stop loving me."

I slowly lowered my hand from her cheek. Unbutton his top shirt. "Are you going to prove how good I'm?"

Dion's still flinching. He was very calm in the face of my increasingly mischievous behavior. Until I re-unbutton the next shirt. Getting down and date all. I slowly snapped my fingers, traced my chest and ventured up to her flat belly.

"That's why the visual isn't me?" dion asked suddenly who paid for my nervousness.

"Mas, little friend, cake! Be tempted to ask."

"Don't flirt too often! Fear reader about heart addiction. Poor single one, darling. No one's hot."

Dion's right. For some reason, some of these episodes of Depe make cold heat. If the dispenser is good, hot n cold can make coffee or ice, if Dion and Rosa will make ngences.

"I don't want to use your visuals. If the reader is in love, what?" my strong reason why I chose the Korean male figure.

"There's a Copyright Act, honey. You'll get a fine."

"Who am I to use?"

"Kan, it doesn't have to be people's faces. It could be a copyright-free cartoon, or use figurative objects." Dion gives advice while showing a picture of a beetle."

"Women love beauty, honey. That handsome face is allure, let the reader get entangled."

How human. The eyes of the woman were so sensitive to charm. The skyrocketing price of chillies can only make mothers grumble. But staring at a handsome man will make him scream because of his drunkenness.

"Are you like that too?" search for Dion while probing my face.

"Of course, I'm human too. However, looking at you is enough for me. Except, if it's khilaf again," I said, which made Dion flick my nose with a lump.

"What if I replace it with a real CEO face but it's safe from copyright infringement?"

"Who?"

"Si Abang," I said to Mr. Aryan's name.

"My main character but why her visuals?" dion protest second time.

"Let him do it, honey. Who knows, someone's in love, can we get a match?" my silly idea is back.

"If the widow falls in love with a five-child, what?" chirps Dion who made us giggle together.

A widow with five children is not a wrong thing for a virgin. It's just that, we sometimes think too narrow and narrow. The law of reciprocity seems to still reign on the first step a requirement of the bride-to-be. Virgin girl with virgin ting-ting. Although now more experienced the expansion of meaning, changed with the word single.

"That's a big profit, honey. Once bought the bonus doubled," chirped me who again made a big laugh.

Laughing is not polite. However, it feels too funny if the story we discussed, cold without giggling. Forgive your two silly sisters, huh Bang?"