About the Heart

Picking Up Novels

Saturday is back. It's time for my new hobby. Ngedraphs. Writing a series of sentences with beautiful diction is my trademark. At least it's not just nonsense but a lot of my readers say that. They were interested in reading my novel because it was swept away by the word for word I special.

The rapid promos carried out by the Teletubbies gang, had a major effect on the rapid rise in popularity of my new novel. Not even a week born, already in the top fifty new works. Achievements I should be proud of. Competition in the world of online art is indeed so much influenced by relationships. The more friends you have, the more support will help you become famous. Maybe that is the benefit of the family that is always recommended in our lives as social beings.

In addition, luck also has a big contribution to the bestselling or not of your novel in front of the reader. Lots of work but the readers are amazing. But not a few works with an interesting storyline, writing using high science but quiet from the fans.

So write with heart. Because the writer is not only oriented toward the material but deeper, inner satisfaction. Being famous is a bonus. That's my principle. There are many writers out there who force themselves to get rich quick. It's not wrong, but it all takes a process. Instant is not recommended for health.

"Walk to the park, yuk!" take Dion in a suit tailored for jogging.

From behind the laptop, I lifted my eyes until I stopped in Dion's eyes. My apology smile showed. Refused his request and chose to continue playing with words. Not broken charcoal, Dion persuaded me for many reasons. Starting from my favorite food offers to invite shopping to the Mall. Unfortunately, not a little bit I was disturbed. This new hobby of mine is too fun to be exchanged for anything else that used to be very interesting.

"You can continue to return."

"For his idea. Later if change activity, forget."

"Remain unwilling?"

"Hm."

No more seduction as usual. The usual chuckle Dion did, this time disappeared. For a moment I was stunned. Is there something going on?

The feeling of saying there was nothing wrong with my attitude, other than rejecting his invitation made me ignore Dion's unusual attitude. I pulled my finger back on the keyboard.

An hour later, Dion did not return. I'm relaxin. Maybe he's still buying food or meeting a friend. Or maybe they are still exercising. After jogging may be interested in joining playing basketball or futsal on the park court.

I resumed my writing activities. Ignoring breakfast hours that have been missed for several hours. Drowning in the privates. It was not trying to get out of the pool but wanting to settle deeper. Reaching the base and enduring in eternity.

When it was ten o'clock and he hadn't returned yet, I started to panic. Not worried about the safety of his body, but worried about his emotional state. It's not Dion's name if you can get away from me just for trivial matters.

I'm a flat object. But unfortunately I also found a similar object belonging to Dion lined up next to him. Failed my intention to contact him. It seems like he deliberately left that thing for me to worry even more. I finally decided to move from a sitting position. Picking up Dion's flannel shirt that happened to be scattered on the back of the sofa for me to use as an out of my sleeveless dress.

Get out of the apartment and walk along the road to the park. Looking to and fro and there was no Dion there. I continued my search in the food carts. Hoping he was filling his stomach which was being attacked by hunger. Unfortunately he's not everywhere.

I rest myself for a moment. Sit on a park bench between shady trees. Feeling a little pain because my stomach feels wrapped around. I forgot to eat breakfast. It was just drinking pregnant milk and ingesting vitamins. After that, I went through hard thinking.

I can't stand it if I have to walk back up. Choose to rest. I wanted to order food but I forgot to bring money. I avoid going into debt, following Dion's anti-trap principle. However, how does this situation have to be strengthened if my flat object also forgets to carry.

After a while, the pain in my stomach began to disappear. I force you to step. When the trip passed half the distance that I had to fill, my stomach again felt pain. I kept holding it until the apartment door started to appear in my vision. The more I force you to reach it. Although it was a little choked up, my steps finally made it through that door. Immediately scatter onto the sofa and lay weakly there.

The pain keeps winding. Energy is dying out. Wanting to reach for the water on the counter but my hand could not reach him. I forced him to slightly extend his arm. Honey, it's still a long way from grasp. I kept moving slowly but what happened was my body that fell to the floor.

In the growing pains, I tried to reach for my drinking water at my desk. Just a little more until but suddenly my vision blackened. Darkened.

Still I shuffled with my eyes closed, my head still feels dizzy and the energy is still weak. I force you to keep drinking. It feels thirsty. The stomach was neglected. My focus now is to drink and contact someone I can ask for help with. My smart thing, it's the second thing I have to take after this.

After trying my hardest, I finally managed to get the drinking water. Hurry up to gulp until not a bit left the rest. Dampen the dryness that hit the organs. It feels a little better. I gathered the strength to continue the second mission. Take a smart thing.

A little energy shows itself, germs use to walk. Although a little pain-bearing, but I continue to. A few steps forward and immediately splash back on the sofa.

I exhaled a long breath. A little step has made the energy that was there is now gone again. Irregular heartbeat, slowly normalize. Gathering more power to type something in a smart object. Looking for help, just to get me food. The contact I was looking for first was the brother.

Wishing she was in the apartment, even though I knew last night she was coming home to Papa's. Pray that he will come back so that he can help me out of this. Just had time to type a few words, I felt dizzy again. Eyes twitched and the sight instantly disappeared. Darkened. This time it was really dark.