LOVE OF THE ADORER

CHAPTERS 18. A GIFT FROM READERS.

Micah hurriedly opened the door, when from earlier the door of his house was knocked from the outside many times. He had just come home from work, Leo had just left for a while with his friend Jody, and indeed he was alone at home.

At first, Micah thought the one who knocked on the door was Leo's younger brother, but the door he did not lock, if it was Leo, would definitely not knock on the door like that, because the door he did not lock.

"Mother...?"

When Micah opened the door, his face was a little surprised to see that his neighbor was already standing in front of him, holding his hand.

Neighbors who like to read his writing, even though it is only written in the book.

"Okay, where the book, I want to read again curious you know, how it goes. There's a continuation, right..? Here dong...?"

Micah heard what the mother said.

"Tumben night night ask for books, usually also day...!"

"You work, keep working hours you are confused to know. Every mother here, you are not home, most also meet with your sister, she nodong ask to rent every time I borrow your book to read...!"

...Leo is like that, just like me, he likes to say, brother is a book do not borrow for free, rent, quite there is income.....

That's what Leo said. However, Micah did not do that because according to him, to be hired, it is still less feasible. Given that it is only written on a notebook, it is not printed like a book that is worth renting.

"I'm sorry my sister, ma'am. For a moment I took the book, I have written the continuation, but mother do not long read it, if I want to continue writing how..!"

The mother smiled with excitement. He nodded. Then, unbeknownst to Micah, who went in to pick up the book, he darted back to his house, which was next to Micah and Leo's rented house. Moments later, back with two bundles of cassava leaves plus a pack of white tofu in his hand. To Micah, his intention.

Micah returned, when the mother had returned before Micah's door. The girl handed a slightly shabby notebook because she changed hands frequently with her mother.

The mother accepted with a cramped face. Then handed over two bundles of cassava leaves, and a pack of white tofu to Micah. Micah gawking.

"Make me...?"

"Yes dong. Mum is curious about this. The spirit wants to read, uh but if the continuation makes me disappointed I lack your vegetable rations yes..!"

Micah smiled at the mother's words.

"No need to take care of Mom. The book is guarded, keep the writing is not plagiarized only I have said thank you very much."

"Eh, can't do that. Nulis needs energy, nothing is free in this world. Besides, I also want to thank you, when my mother's television exploded in a lightning strike, I don't have any entertainment, the story you made makes me so entertained...!"

"Well, thank God if that's so Mom yes, my smile is horrified. Thanks, Mom, I've been my loyal reader, even though I am still an amateur gini. Sometimes I feel ashamed when my writing is read by someone else. Thanks for the vegetables, I like them..!"

"Mom knows, you are the ghost of boiled cassava leaves right..? Your cassava plant, until there are no shoots at all like that, anyway, if you are satisfied with the continuation, mother will love a lot of vegetables for you...!!"

The woman made that promise a second time.

"Why don't you just write Micah online..? Can you get money from the platform that provides it...? That's pretty..! Mother also just read on the phone, do not need to ketok your home, just calm down, mother would buy coins to pay for an episode of your story..!"

Ah, if you remember the word plagiarism. Micah's heart still hurts. Kalisha's actions still traumatized her.

"I don't have a cell phone, ma'am, if you write online right, must have a mobile phone, and I don't have any advice..!"

"That's right, when you both work, the time to buy a cell phone just can't, muh Micah, today, the phone is as important as rice, you know, a mother without a cell phone tastes like a vegetable without salt...!"

True, Micah agrees with the words of his neighbor's mother, that the cell phone is an important item for living in this age, even all have it. Only Micah and Leo had none. Micah thought, although the phone is an important thing to have, but without a cell phone they can still live, although not as easy as when having the object.

If you don't have rice...? Of course they won't live. They could starve to death. And it's also true, sometimes Micah is also anxious himself, has worked hard, still the result is not as hard as when he tried.

The results obtained, are only enough for the needs of life. How can he save everything to buy a cell phone...?

"Mucha thought of it next time. I'm happy if you want to write online, I just open the phone, keep reading while lifting my feet, relax...!"

"Yes, Mom, I'll think about it. Oh, may I ask, why do you like my work...?"

Micah was curious, why this mother liked the story he made, even though the story he wrote in the book was written by hand anyway.

"Because I like, I like the story you make, you said it was light, not heavy in the brain, well this mother has a lot of thoughts, needs to go up, sembako go up, salt goes up, too, not to mention the husband of the mother abis cigarette this, come again the mother's son, ask for pocket money while the money is on the wallet the rest of a thousand, dizzy mother Micah, so the mother does not like to read the writing that is heavy in the brain. I love your writing, hopefully later you become a famous writer yes, many children and also work hehe..!"

Micah was moved by this expression of the feelings of her neighbor's mother. So it's like that..? He is happy to have made others like his work. Praying anyway. During this he found, most readers could only be demanding, but could not appreciate his written work. If you do not like the storyline, spontaneously he was cursed 7 derivative, it is very crazy.

"Thank you for the prayer Ma'am, Amiin, thank you also for my mother's opinion on my work. But, for many children, it doesn't feel like hehe.. !"

"Why...? Many children have a lot of sustenance you know, there is a quick marriage, let anyone find money, you are at home just writing, let many children give birth, also works ...!"

Neighbor's mother's perverted brain starts acting up.

"Married to whom..? I have a ..!"

"Doooh, the whole thing, your own sister who said that guy was huddled the other day was your boyfriend. Ganteng. Like a musician..!"

You Leo, silent gibbah is also out about me and Kei, if you hear Kei, it is not good....

Micah complained inwardly, hearing the info spoken by his neighbor's mother. While the mother of her neighbors smile while saying goodbye With a crisp face...

Note: A good reader can understand the feelings of the author, and a good writer must understand the feelings of the reader, because between the reader and the author, and the writer, the same has an important role in raising a work of writing.

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