Fear of Falling in Love

Better to Avoid (Marcha Agnia)

Shit, because my car tire broke on the road I was an hour late to Holstenter. I hope Gerhard is still faithfully waiting for me in this place. I looked to the left right, finding his figure.

My gaze was fixed to a place not far from the two spherical and curved towers entering. Gerhard was there with two men. One man and one woman. Hurry me there. My steps came to a halt as soon as I saw two people with Gerhard close by. Jesus, is that Gibriel Alexander and Princess Restyani Ananda? Why are they here?

“You guys take a walk. I want to wait for the heart here. Res, take care of my cousin. Don't let him do anything silly again. Bye.”

My sense of hearing can catch what Gerhard says. Instantly my throat choked. So Gerhard is Gibriel's cousin? Tears just dripped from my eyes. My intention of coming to Holstentor to give an answer to Gerhard instantly changed. I turned around and left this place half-heartedly wounded.

The scene last afternoon continued to unfold. It is also what makes my heart and mind messed up.

Ting ... The keg!

Ting .. tong!

I pressed the apartment bell twice so impatiently that Martha opened the door. Yes, this second all I want is to rush into the room and cry in a bolted hug. Not long after the door opened.

Maretha's view was astonished. “Lu why? Come home crying? Who made you cry?” Maretha bombarded with questions.

Honey, there's no question I'm answering. I rode into the apartment and hurried to the room. Arriving at the room, the intention of crying in a bolted embrace I aborted. I opened the wardrobe, lifted the suitcase and put my clothes in the suitcase.

“Nind, if I just answered dong. Don't make me curious. This again why do you clean-up clothes all.”

I stopped the cleaning activity, then approached Maretha. My reflexes held her tight. “Ret, it turns out Gerhard is his cousin Gibriel Alexander. Hiks.” I cried in Mareth's arms.

He stroked his shoulder. “Lu who is patient yes. How are you related to Gerhard?”

I took off Mareth's hug. “Ntoe. I was in a hurry to leave. I'm not ready to meet Gibriel and Resty.”

“Yes, I understand your feelings. Why do you make clothes? Where do you want to go?”

“Sooner or later he will know who I am. When that happens he will be furious, even throw me in jail. So I think I'm more shy away from him from now on. I want to go where Gerhard.” is hard to find

“Terus you already have a destination where?”

I shook weakly. Mareth's face looked seriously thinking. A moment later her face returned brightly winning shopping coupons. “Aha, I just inget. I have temen, the house has not been inhabited for a long time. In the Mosel Region, it could be said to be a remote city in Germany. Not far from the wine.

Well, the house is minimalist continues in the eyes of haunted people. You want to stay there?”

I nodded for sure. “Gue would like to stay there. Most if you meet mbak kunti ntar I ajakin acquaintance so it can be a horror novel research.”

“Yeee .. little-finished novel. I called them first. Lu continue in order.”

***

I'm lucky that Maretha's friend will lend me his empty house. That way I don't have to bother looking for a house. I looked around the house. This house consists of 2 floors.

The bottom of the living room is made one with the family room. Keep narrow kitchen, toilet and toilet. On the 2nd floor there are two rooms and a balcony. True what Maretha says impression ‘suram haunted’. When I entered the house I felt negative energy. Will get used to it for a long time. Most if later ‘they’ raises themselves, I invite acquaintances to do research horror novels.

“How do you like this house?” ask Mareth.

“Like does not like, there is no other option right?”

“Hmmm ... how are ya?” I thought hard, confused to say this or not to Mareth. “Actually I want to ask you something again just like you.”

“Ask what? As long as I can help, surely I fulfill your request.”

“But promise yes you don't be shocked?”

“Aaan anyway? Make me a kepo. Yes, I promise.”

I exhaled a heavy breath. “Gue asks you to schedule a press conference. I want to announce to the media that I am resigning from the world of literacy.”

Mata Martha glared. “Hah? Seriously you wanna do that? Immediately avoid Gerhard, until retreat from the world of literacy.”

“For I am still a public figure, Gerhard easily find me. Sooner or later the media will know my mistakes in the past. If the media finds out, it's going to be a shock. My career is ruined. People are going to bully me. The term retreat is more honorable than being fired.

“Lu really does too. Okay, I set the schedule. I go home first. Bye.”

***

Martha set up a press conference today. Coincidentally coincided with the launch of my new novel. Hmmm ... arguably is the launching of the last novel.

In front of my eyes the reporters were already occupying their respective seats. They were ready to throw me with questions.

“Mbak Maratha has given birth to 100 novels, why suddenly retreat from the world of literacy? Is Mba Maretha not dear to take off a career that has become big?” the reporter from the television station first threw a question at me.

Hmmm .. I guess they must have regretted my retreat from the world of literacy. Not only journalists, family and friends also regret my decision. Let alone them, I myself am heavy to do this. Leaving a career that has been pursued for 3 years is certainly not as easy as imagined. But I had no other choice.

“Sorry, I can not answer the reason to withdraw from the world of literacy in detail. That must have been because of something in the past.” I answered the reporter's question calmly.

“Is something in the past that will threaten a future career if not retreat.”

This reporter's question is really interesting. I glanced at Mareth at the side. Glance my eyes as if asking, “Where is Ret? I replied?”

“Sorry, brothers journalists all. The press conference is over. All shortcomings please be informed. Thank you for your presence.”

Me and Mareth got up from their seats. Keep leaving the press conference room. I hope my answer will be accepted by journalists, family, friends and, of course, the Maretha Holic, the reader of my novel.