About the Heart

Launching a New Novel

My post featuring Dion and Mr. Aryan was crowded with comments. Average on misfocusing with their good looks. In addition, many comments also expressed annoyance with their love with my future baby. Some even want to change places with me because of the good fortune I have.

This moment, I made the means for the promotion of the novel. I told you they were real visuals of my character. And the result is? Nothing yet. My novel that just came up an hour ago has no readers yet. Popularity and number of likes are still zero. And you know, if waiting for the first reader is more stressful than the first date with a girlfriend.

"Seriously, really, the device," said Kristy, who had just arrived from campus.

After work, I went to Mama's house. Same with Mama's cooking, that's why.

"Just home?" I asked him to go back from what he said.

"Yes, here. From the bookstore" Kristy replied, throwing herself on the couch.

"See my novel there, don't you?" chirped me with a cry.

Kristy got up straight from the fall. "Sir, write a novel in NT?"

"Nyalurin hobby."

"I'll read it later."

"Programme, dong!"

I wrote originally to share a hobby. Just an impingement to revive the pent-up talent that I had long neglected. Waiting for the reader to come by himself. But after seeing the comment column of the novel that I read a lot of promos from the authors, I finally thought to do the same.

Offering a novel that is new one episode, I'm sure that comes not a reader but a fellow author who promos as well. It doesn't matter, I went through process after process casually. Maybe all the new authors do the same thing as me. Although in my heart, what I want is the reader not just just like it.

The inner satisfaction of a writer like me is when a piece I write with my heart, someone likes it. Commenting on the content of the story is not just a comment on the next, steady, next, spirit, and cool. But I still appreciate the presence of all who would visit.

"Quiet, Ma'am. I will be promoting on all my social media accounts. I threatened them if they didn't want to read," said Kristy who ended the laughter at the end of her sentence.

"Don't be fierce! What promo do you want for gelud?" my timpalku while floating the sofa cushion towards him.

"By my beloved mother, I can do anything."

"I will also promote your work, my beloved wife."

"Abang will also be promoin beloved sister novel."

I just quietly listened to the words of my three brothers who were continuously connected without stopping. The presence of Abang and Mas from the kitchen made the quiet atmosphere melt. This is how if we have gathered, Mama's house is usually quiet will be very crowded.

"Have you used the word beloved?" sindir Dion as he slowly elbowed the man beside him.

"You all use that word, I want to."

"Sister, dearest not beloved" said Dion.

"Kristy, my beloved mother. Isn't the sentence parallel to my sentence?" Mr. Aryan won't lose.

"You want to promote my novel, do you want to fight first? Do I need to record a gimmick to boost promos?" my chirps overcame the brother-driver debate without that blood tie.

The three humans who entered the adult category were finally silent. Noiseless just throwing grunts and facial expressions attacking each other. Exactly a small child who is involved in the case of different camps in the game.

"You guys are flying fish soap operas, huh? Big lips, glared eyes, deflated nose."

"There's a new soap opera, huh?" ask Mama who just got together.

Show it to the three of them. While my eyes were on Mama. The word soap opera is very interesting in hearing, because almost every day Mama became a loyal audience. I'm sure Mama is not alone, there must be a lot of people out there who have the same activities. Crazy with a story that has an icon Ienangisssssssss.

"Yeyyy ...," I cheer happily with a happy smile.

The most enthusiastic Dion saw my expression, approaching immediately. Kristy and Aryan followed. While Mama smiled while shaking her head. Happy to see his four children get along again after arguing fiercely.

Dion embraces me. I feel the happiness I feel. Kristy was also in my arms. Not to be defeated, Mr. Aryan also joined in the embrace of four brothers.

"Hi Teletubbies, let's celebrate your novel reader's first comment with dinner." Mama offers to eat the results of her collaborative cuisine with her two handsome boys.

"I'm Tinky Winky" said Mr. Aryan as he walked behind Mama to the kitchen.

Kristy immediately ran after Eldest Brother. "Me, Po."

It was me and Dion in the living room. Look at each other and let go of smiles. "Does that mean I'm the light green one, Dipsy?"

"And I'm the yellow one, Lala?" investigate me while throwing a wider smile.

"Huggle, Honey!" the Pinta Dion that I immediately greeted by wrapping both hands on the sixpack stomach that hid behind the shirt.

"Food is in session. Teletubbies are dinner time. Come on, don't keep hugging!" mama said with a voice similar to the one in the funny movie of the old-time boy.

We looked at each other and immediately headed towards the dining table. My eyes immediately sparkled with the many offerings offered. Start fresh Batam fish soup that is perfect for bumil who likes nausea, cap cay, and sauteed beef mixed kailan that tempts the faith, all there is. In addition there are strawberry mix bananas that are used as smoothies. Perfect was the temptation of the food this time.

"If you're a gini, mending every day we eat here, aja!" I smiled with no shame.

Dion rattled the top of my head. "I can make you some great food, honey."

"Later to cook together in the apartment for my beloved Rosa," said Mr. Aryan who again got the elbow from my dear husband.

"Mama's happy that you're here every day." Mama voiced her heart at once to break up the pieces of the sentence that will again be a debate.

"The three of you stay here ajalah, let it be good," said Kristy giving advice for the good of everyone. Mama is not lonely, while me and two men who are prone to fighting this mouth do not need to think about cooking.

"Aryan consider, Ma."

"Great fun" cried Kristy excitedly.

There was always a lot of fun when we got together. Although there are differences of opinion that will arise but there are always solutions that arise. Indeed, the togetherness of a large family is something that can not be bought with money. Time, too expensive to exchange for something that can only buy contentment instead of happiness.

"How about umrah, you guys?" Mama started asking us about our planned departure to the holy land.

Dion who knew the ins and outs of the worship that we were about to run took on the task of being a spokesperson. "Have started collecting documents, Ma. It just so happens that Rosa's passport is dead, too. There's manasik umrah later. What is important now is that we take care of the situation. Besides, it's getting the heart ready."

Worship to the holy land which is part of the fifth pillar of Islam does have conditions if it is able to. That means it is not only a matter of funds but also there must be spiritual closeness to the Supreme Being.

"Hopefully your Umrah will be facilitated, dear."

"Aryan wants to, we umrah with the family. Ngajak Papa all of you. How's it?"

"Search for free, for sure?" satir Dion with his eyebrows raised.

"Papa's rich loss is not useful."

"Sultan's son is free, huh?" timpal.

"What sultan?" ask Mr. Aryan lightly.

"Sultan bucin, I see. My son has the name prince bucin. Isn't bucin a genetic inheritance?" Dion explained in a style that was no less relaxed.

"I'm not so fucking."

"Where is no bucin? The proof is singles up, there is no ending."

"Srsttt! Tinky winky same Dipsy, eat right! Don't fight!"