Author Culun

The struggle of an Author

Arriving in front of the house, Rila climbed the stairs which only amounted to five pieces. His gaze was straight at the door of the house, until in front of him he immediately pushed the door open.

Rila entered his house and suddenly stopped his steps looking at a girl sitting in the living room. His face was immediately shocked to see the girl.

"Cantica?" Rila walked over to the seat and placed her shopping bag on the table. He sat next to the girl he called.

"Lala," said the fat girl, wearing ordinary casual clothes and wearing the same dark glasses as Rila. She smiled looking at Rila whom she had not seen for a long time.

Rila smiled directly touching Cantika's shoulder. "You just got back? how's it going? what "he asked impatiently.

"I'm fine, Lala, but what about you? your mother said you're not going to school anymore? why?" tanya Cantika looked at Rila's face with a sad look.

Rila smilingly pulled her hand back which touched Cantika's shoulder.

"It's okay, I just feel tired of continuing my studies" he replied sounding awkward in Cantika's ears.

Rila faced her sitting at the table in front of her and stared straight at her with a sad face hidden away.

"Lala, what's going on? tell me. Don't try to hide it." Cantika held onto Rila's face and confronted her.

Rila and Cantika looked at each other with their eyes under their glasses, truly Rila could not hide the look on her face. The girl immediately rushed to hug her best friend with sobs starting to sound.

"Dad and my mother are divorced, my father ran away somewhere and left a lot of debt, and my mother and I had to pay. For a year it won't even pay for it, it's too many hikss .. hikss." Rila cries in Cantika's arms. I feel glad he could tell that.

Cantika rubbed the back of Rila's back with teary eyes hearing the grievance of her best friend.

"Rila must be patient, must be strong, I'm sure you can definitely deal with it and don't despair Rila. You're not too late, there's plenty of other ways." Cant stand it anymore so join in crying to hear Rila crying sobbing.

"Hikss hikss sorry I can't help you Rila, I really want to be able to help you but I have to come back tomorrow afternoon to Australia again" Cantika said.

Rila instantly let go of his embrace and touched Cantika's face.

"You're going again? Is your dad okay in there?" Rila stared at Cantika's bead of eyes deeply. It was as if his best friend was not willing to leave again.

Cantika lowered Rila's hand that touched her face and wiped away Rila's tears that were wet on her cheeks.

"My father is in surgery and being treated in the ICU room doesn't know for long. I came here with my mother to take important letters and visit you" replied Cantika.

"Rila don't be sad well, later after my father finished treatment there I will definitely return and stay here," said Cantika again staring gently at Rila's face.

"I will not be sad, may your father be well and your mother you too, Cantika take it easy." Rila clasped tightly onto Cantika's palm.

Unaware from behind the wall of the living room, Rila's mother who began to prepare food and drinks so also felt sad and drifted to hear the words of her daughter and her best friend. How else would all have a predetermined destiny.

Day

After a stolen bag, meet two old friends. Now Rila lives in her room struggling with a cellphone and a headset attached to her ear.

Sit at a table that coincides with the window. It felt very peaceful and calm once could breathe the fresh air of the night that entered through the window and the cool breeze hit Rila's hair which was pigtailed one.

While listening to music from his phone, his two thumbs moved quickly typing the keyboard board filled with vigor.

He dissolved in the imagination that he described in a piece of writing, a series of words filling his Notes application. So excited and full of pleasure he wrote a story that made him more opium. It was very much in his love.

The day was getting night, Rila was still struggling with her cellphone while taking a break by snacking on snacks and drinking milk made by her mother.

The silence of the night seemed to accompany the girl who took the time to write a novel in an online application. Until his eyes started to get sleepy, he stopped him.

Rila momentarily squinted at his phone screen and entered in an application called Novelin. He updated a new chapter of his newly written story. After that he typed in the search field the name of the title of his novel.

Rila found his work and then squeaked it and it looks the number of subscribers of his work is already about six hundreds, the popularity of two hundred thousand more and likes five thousand more.

A smile of relief was engraved on Rila's lips seeing that, increasing again opened the comment section and read it.

"This novel is very good, I love it. The figure of the masked man is still unknown identity. I hope the author can as soon as possible new updates and continue the spirit of work!"

"Very good, a lot of moral impression in this fantasy novel, the Princes who respect each other Young Master even though their positions are much different, but never look at making friends."

"Chapter one, amazingly, read it I so experienced how the slump of the female lead who is often insulted by the palace residents."

"Next!"

Rila read in his heart one by one the comments of his story were from the reader. It feels very happy but also feels haru if a work is read even though there are not many comments. One success notification is enough to disappear the feeling of fatigue that is replaced with a knotty smile.

After checking out her novel, the girl charged her cell phone battery on a table near a wall-mounted power outlet. Then take off the glasses and put them away.

Rila stood up and walked out of her seat. He momentarily gazed out at the night sky decorated with many stars. Instantly Rila remembered Pak Ali's words to her about the sky.

"Although it is dark, there will be starlight and the moon will accompany it. Although I could not continue my studies like other children, there were still mothers, friends and others who said I should not give up. It's too late but I'm gonna fight to be back in school again for myself and everyone." Rila stretched out one hand and looked at her palm as well as her finger.

"Whatever my fingers are typing, I will not stop making stories and making side money so that I can continue my studies again. I'm sure I can and in the future I will focus on trading while making a script." Rila clasped his hand tightly.

"My destiny is like this, but I'll try to get up and change it. Just because of failure occasionally I have to give up? no. I'm gonna face it as hard as it is. For my mother's sake." Rila let out a tear and fell touching the skin of his hand. Feels so warm.

Rila hurried up to his bed beside his study table. Then put the blanket half her body and fell asleep.

A soft squealing sound was heard from the door of the room that was opened not wide. Mother Rila's figure entered the room and approached her sleeping daughter.

Rila's mother lies down next to Rila and fixes a blanket covering both of them.

Rila was disturbed to change his sleeping position to hug the mother who he thought was a bolster.

"Mother, stay by Rila's side because mother is very important to Rila," the girl raved in her dream.

Rila's mother smiled gently stroking behind Rila's hair to hear her daughter's chatter.

"Rila was also on her mother's side, and she loved Rila very much." With teary eyes the middle-aged woman kissed her daughter's forehead.

For a moment he stared long at Rila's face in his arms. *Pardon mother Nak neglect to take care of the obligations of mother, making you not focus on learning and pursuing your desires. Mother even makes a daughter mother experience something like this at such a young age*, inner Mother Rila.

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Ten months have passed, Rila's days are busy with trading his mother's chips to pay off debts and write novels to increase additional income. So long and so many obstacles that Rila experienced moments of struggling to write for the sake of the reader and also his income.

The young girl wrote a novel not just for fun. But also for the sake of the readers who can take lessons in the story he made.

During that time he already had two successful works on the contract, but earned little due to a lack of readers. For Rila it does not matter what happens, he continues to fight until he can reach the maximum limit of his income because it is very important for him.

Tiredness is not uncommon Rila felt during making stories and also trading. At such a young age Rila had to experience things that made him never forget the moment where the process was so long.

*Connected* ...