Afraid to Widow

Chapter XXVIII (Sahrial Primary)

2017

As an unemployed, the most useful thing filling bored in my eyes is following the writing competition scattered on social media. Yup, I've been writing a hobby for a long time. However, I only learned to write after college.

There are many writing competitions that I have participated in. Starting from short story races, poetry, mini fiction, flash true story to novelet. Well, today the plan is I want to hunt a novel writing competition. Counting honing skills.

I tried to open Facebook first. Who knows if there is a major publisher or indie to share the announcement of a novel writing competition.

On my top Facebook post is Nazneen Faiha. She is the owner of indie publisher Arsha Teen.

Registration for TAT (Arsha Teen Challenge) season 2 reopened.

The rules of the game are as follows :

Participants send a sample of the manuscript (can be a short story or snippet of chapter 1 of the novel) to email arsha.teen2014@gmail.com

7 Selected participants will be sent an outline script from Arsha Teen. Participants are banned from protesting.

Participants are only given 1 month to work out the outline from us.

If the participant sends the manuscript through the deadline, it is subject to a fine of two million rupiah.

Participants are not allowed to withdraw when the outline has been sent. If desperate to retreat, then the participants must submit a fine of one million rupiah.

1 Best manuscript get cash Rp. 2.000.000,- rupiah.

Regards,

Nazneen Faiha's.

CEO Arsha Teen.

I read the race information by gawking while gulping repeatedly. Buset, is this a writing contest or a guts test? Very horrid.

I suddenly remembered something. Mother said, "the man is destined not to give up quickly." So from that moment I am also determined to join TAT season 2. Counting I hone my writing skills while learning discipline. So far the novel has never run because of laziness and badmood. Who knows exorbitant fines potent expel those two things.

Another one that makes me excited to join TAT season 2, the prize is quite enough to buy something for Mama. All my life, I have never given anything to him.

***

My eyes were still sleepy because I just woke up, suddenly literate when I saw an email from owner Arsha Teen.

In the body of the email it says, "Hello, Sahrial. Congratulations on being selected as the 7th TAT season 2 contestant. Here is the script outline that you should execute as best as possible. Can add to the conflict, as long as it is not too deviated from the outline. The manuscript length is at least 60 pages and a maximum of 80 things. Deadline one month from now. If there is anything that has not been understood please call my WA 085654910277. Regards, Nazneen Faihan."

More make me literate again when I read the contents of the outline.

Outline for Sahrial

Children's novel. Fantasy genre, fairy tales.

Just 60 pages

Chapter 1

- An 8 year old boy (his name and physical character are up to you) he's super recalcitrant and an online game maniac. Her own mother was dizzy taking care of her.

- The boy's friend came to the house, he showed me his latest game collection. The boy was interested, keep installing the game. Just want to play the game, suddenly the child was thrown into another world. The game world he played.

Chapter 2

- In the midst of confusion where, the boy2 saw the princess in prison, the princess pleaded with the boy2 to release her.

- The royal guards came, they thought the boy was the intruder aka the bad guy. He was brought before the king.

Chapter 3

The king and queen happened to not be able to have children, interested in samasi son2. They intend to make the child their adopted son. So the king's son? Who refused it.

boys are treated special

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

boys looking for a way to get out of this kingdom.

Chapter 6

Ending is up to you, the important moral message.

I was told to write a children's novel? Hello, plis is. Boro-boro has no children. However, once again remembered the words of Mother, "The man was not destined to give up quickly."

As a result, my spirit reappeared. By saying the name of Allah, from tomorrow I will execute the outline.

***

In my planning, one day one chapter let there be time to settle the script and self editin. In fact, reality does not match expectations.

My first week was mager. "Ah, deadline is still a long time."

The second week I was still staring. Confused outline execution so kayak how. Well, the third week just call the script 60 pages. 1 day 10 pages.

I actually did it Ngaco. Not sure to win. Kelar avoid fines aja thank goodness. Winning is a bonus. However, if the sustenance wins I have a votive buy something to Mamak. All my life I never bought anything from him. I felt like a bad boy never paid his respects.

"Abang Rial, said Mother, dinner is ready!" There was a cry from outside the room.

The one who shouted was Sahrani. Adekku. I was born with only two brothers.

"Yes, budar. I'm doing my job."

My stomach is actually rumbling. The worms in it on the demo ask to be filled. For the sake of the 1 day 10 page deadline I ignored it.

The door suddenly opened. Sahrani I persuaded him to go into the room and sit next to me.

"Bang, what do you do? Tumben really called eating is not directly nyamperin."

"Here, I'm doing another cool novel race script. Deadline's in a week."

"When did you write the novel? You're a agricultural scholar."

"Yeee .. ngeremehin the boy. Gini yes its name so the author is uncertain of which scholar jebolan. The most important thing is to work hard and learn. The science of writing a novel has also spread on Google and social media."

Sahrani is actually 20 years old. Stepping on the college bench. However, my family and I have always thought of him as a newborn child. In addition, his behavior is super spoiled, childish, and likes to cuddle gke wherever me or Mamak go.

Sahrani mangut-mangut hear my explanation. "Oh, that. Good fucking deh. Buruan. Mamak ngomel youh if long."

"Yes, bring it."

Sahrani came out of my room. I also want to take a break to eat first. Previously, save the script and paste the coffee into the flash first so as not to disappear.

***

My eyes sparkled when I saw the dining table full of various Batak specialties. There is Arsic Carp, Banana Heart Sweet Potato Leaves, Napinadar Manuk and Lapet Cake. I can not explain one by one the food I call, if you are curious directly ask Mbah Google only. What is clear is that all the food here about taste never lies. Especially the cooking of my mother. There is no both.

"Well, the tumben nih Mamak cook a lot. What's the show, Mom? Abis' mama got arisan, huh?" many wonder.

"Abang Rial forgot that today is your Mama's birthday?" Sahrani asked back.

I patted the eel. Tradition every there is a Mamak birthday always cooks a lot. Honey, birthday is like this, no Dad. He's out of town again.

"Gosh, I forgot, Mom. Congratulations on getting older, dear Mama." I immediately hugged and kissed her cheek. "Bay the way, is there anything you want to buy?"

My mother looked at me in wonder. "What sash are you? I don't usually get it every day."

"Gini Mak, Rial is in the race to write the prize of two million. Well, if you win Rial want to give something to Mamak. Rial's lifetime never gave anything to Mamak. But don't be expensive."

"No need. Mending is saved. Or you use your money to propose to your girlfriend."

"That's a target, Mom. There must be some rest. That's why I want to buy something for Mamak."

"Yes, if you make it. Mamak again want to buy tupperware so as not to lose with neighbors who show off new tupperware."

"Well, if that's Rial's still up to it. Please pray Mak let Rial win."

"On daily prayers I must doain you."

"Abang, if you win the race Rani can ask to buy Super Junior knickknacks?"

"It's not worth it?"

"No. A hundred thousand at most."

"Well, let's take a hundred thousand."

"Thank you. Rial's brother is good."

We finally ate together.

***

As soon as I stood in front of the AT Press office, I remembered my first time joining TAT. Started as a writer, applying to layouter and cover design as soon as Arsha Teen changed its name to AT Press. Continue to rise to the position of editor-in-chief. Once resigned, but now can enter again thanks to the generosity of Ms. Nazneen.

"Well, Ial, how come you're here? Come on in, the job's already stacked!"

Ms. Nazneen's orders awakened me from daydreaming. I immediately salaman and kissed his hand. "Mr Nazneen, thank you very much for accepting me again."

"When you kiss, say the kids, but I love you. Your hard work and loyalty from writer to president at AT Press is worth appreciating."

My eyes glazed. "Jeez, Miss Nazneen is very nice. Once again thank you for Miss Nazneen's kindness to me."