Genk Socialite

Pedecate with Mysterious Writers

Risma Samaya's.

Alfamart, where I stand right now. Alfamart is a minimarket network of the best daily staples, with the most members in Indonesia. Established since 1989. I came to this place of course with Felis, with the aim of wanting to shop for daily necessities. Because in this place the prices of goods sold are cheaper than other minimarkets. 

Actually alfamart away from my house, had to take a half-hour trip by motorbike first. But for me that's okay. What matters is the cheap price. My slogan from the past. “If anyone sells cheaper goods why come to a more expensive place?”

“Eh, Ris. Wait...” said Felis suddenly. I had to stop my steps right in front of Alfamart's entrance.

“Why, Fel?”

“I think I forgot to unplug the motor key. I went to the parking lot first. Go ahead and I'm following.” 

“Huft, Felis kumat's forgetful disease, my inner” is upset. “Ya, already deh.”

I resumed my steps to enter Alfamart. But something unexpected happened. I'm dating Bastian. He is not alone but joined hands with super beautiful women. Could it be that the woman was his wife? Why am I being found with him again? I can't watch her make out with another woman. 

The test!

The tears fell by themselves hitting my palm. Well, again I cry when I see Bastian. Ah, what a cry I am. I quickly wiped the tears.

“Inget Risma, Bastian is the soul mate of another girl who had strayed in your heart. Why do you nangisi a stray?” I said try to entertain myself. 

I pretended I didn't see it. When I started to step again, I felt my right arm being touched by something. “Wait, Ris. There's something I want to talk to you about.”

The deg!

“Aduh, why did he makai nahan me all? Haven't you satisfied that he hurt my heart?”

I let go of Bastian's hand violently. “Least. Only my beloved can touch my hand. And you are not my lover anymore.” I pretended to be a bitch to her, but in a happy heart Bastian touched my hand again for a moment.

“Sorry, I don't have time to talk to you.”

“Not going long. Only five minutes.”

I paused for a moment, thinking about whether or not to talk to Bastian. On second thought I finally nodded my head to fulfill his request.

“Then we talk there? Not good talking on the doorstep.” Bastian's hand plunged the mango tree in the corner of the parking lot there. I followed Bastian's request again. 

I followed her steps from behind. Until finally arrived at the place Bastian meant earlier. “Well, now quickly say what are you talking about?” I just want to direct the point.

“I just wanted to say that I'm not the author of the Heartbroken Angel novel that you think.”

My eyes were round, shocked by what he said. “Kok you know I thought you were the author of the novel Heartbroken Angel?”

“You don't need to know why I know that! I'm definitely not the author of the novel Heartbroken Angel.”

“If you are not the author of the novel why did you send the last text using the exact same sentence with the novel tagline?” 

“Yesterday I was just talking about that sentence via sms.”

After saying that, Bastian left in front of me. He returned to his lover. While I still stand nailing staring at their departure. The pain in my heart was felt again. Bastian was talking to me like we never had a relationship.

If Bastian wasn't the author of the novel Heartbroken Angel, then who would he be? Destroyed was my hope of reuniting with Bastian. 

It's 12 in the night, I'm still awake. Maybe because my brain was busy thinking about what Felis said last night. “Hundreds of authors are on my twitter and often mention-stop my ma except the author of this novel. He if I mention never reply.”

Did he ever reply to a mention from his readers? The reader is the heart of the author's heart, should he communicate with the reader as well dong? 

Questions are lodged in my brain and heart. To answer those questions, I wanted to prove to myself what Felis said last night.

I quickly got out of bed and grabbed my favorite laptop and modem lying on the bedside table. How long has this laptop been untouched by me. 

First of all I send the pulse first to the modem number. Coincidentally my side business is selling pulses so there is no need to bother looking for pulses night-night gini. Yes, the pulse has entered recently I launched my mission to find out about the mysterious author with online facebook and twitter.

Good thing the modem signal is good so online can be lancer. In just a few seconds I was logged on to Facebook and twitter. My fingers danced nimble at the laptop keybord to type the name of Prince of Love in the Facebook search field.

There are five Facebook accounts that use the nickname Prince of Love. I looked at the profile photos of the accounts. Accounts of one to four of his profile photos are only cartoon memes, while the last account uses a profile photo of the novel cover of Broken Heart Angels. My heart believes the mysterious author's account is number five. I clicked the account. 

Seeing the chronology of his facebook account turned out to have been friends with my account. I scratched my head without itching. When do I add a friend request to her account? Is it possible that Felis added a friend request to her using my account? Yes, Felis does often use my facebook account if his facebook account error.

I don't worry about that either. I'm grateful, that means I can send a message directly to his facebook account. Facebook's new rules can send messages if you're friends.

Hey

Just one word I put into his account. I hope my message is on the pedestal soon. There is a small circle mark in green next to his account nickname, which signifies he is again online.

Hey too

My heart seemed to be jumping up and down while reading the reply from the mysterious author. It's totally beyond my expectations. True my guess never misses. How could a writer be indifferent to readers? It could be that the mention of Felis has never been answered because the mention is too late so many readers who mention him.

Spirit 45 I reply to the mysterious author's message.

Brother, know me Risma reader novel Angel Broken Heart. Wow, that's a really cool sister novel. I like it deh. 

At the beginning of the same chat people must have been me talking first. It would be impossible if he directly told her about his identity. Slowly but surely. That's what I'm doing now. The mysterious writer returned my message again.

Well, thanks for reading my novel. Sorry to disappoint.

I think the bases are old. I just started kepo. 

My sister can ask me something, right?

A message from him again.

Prince of Love: What can it be?

Me: Where did the novel come from? 

Prince of Love: From the woman I love so much. He was an angel to me, but he broke my heart. The title of the novel is Broken Angel.

The laptop screen suddenly dimmed, looking at the bottom corner on the left of the laptop. It turns out the laptop battery is weak. The laptop suddenly died on its own. Ah, goddamn. Why should I die now? Whereas earlier I wanted to ask the mysterious like this, “Did the name of the character in the novel really exist in my sister's life?” 

Everything that happens in the world is governed by God. Maybe it's not time I found out who the mystery writer is. I hope he still wants to reply to my message so I can find out his identity soon.