The Beginning of a Famous Writer

Brought to the Police Station

It was a beautiful night, accompanying me tonight. The sky was brightly decorated with stars flying with the moon. Sayup with the sound of crickets break the silence of the night, sometimes the sound of lizard also decorate deserted. The air feels so fresh. Accompanying us who were relaxing on the front porch.

Me and my husband who was sitting enjoying the night, relax for a moment from the busyness that has been done all day.

Husband who is busy with a cigarette and a cup of coffee, dissolves in the world of maya.

While I dissolve in the idea of the idea that I will pour into the writing, word for word until it becomes a story.

I who hold a flat object directly to the mesengger, intend to ask something that is still stuck in this heart.

[Night brother, ah yes I want it, if for the list and updates in the application we need preparation how many parts brother?] That's my message.

[To post an application, you don't need many chapters. Not a single chapter is papa either. Thinking while writing.]

[From the two chapters you sent to me, it looks like you are ready to write on the app. And if you are ready to post, I will guide you later, what is the need or condition. It's easy. It's easy even.]

This kind-hearted author brother seems so confident in my abilities. While I myself am not sure.

[I even plan to make some stock parts first, so it is easy and stay updated every day one part.]That's what's in my mind, my sister, the message I sent with a smiley emoticon with flushed left and right cheeks indicates embarrassment.

[No stock, baby. There you write a chapter. Keep rising. Can continue tomorrow again. One chapter a day or whatever you want. Just a suggestion of one chapter per day a thousand words or more. It's just a suggestion so you can get a recommendation from the platform.] He reassured himself.

[I'm afraid that I can't make one part every day. That's why I want a lot of stock parts first.] I explained my fear.

[It's easy there. Chapter can be simple first. You can edit again. If you think it's good you just sent it.]

Again, trying to convince me.

[Aren't you sure that I'll be able to update in the app, and be able to write one part a day?]

I sent back an inquiry.

[Related. I can read your novel more easily. Suppose you are up to a chapter. You told me. I can read there. You know, uh this is less this is less. Look, you can change it again. And one more if it has been applied, you can immediately know how many words you wrote in one chapter, you do not need to count manually again, as you did yesterday. It's just a waste of your time.] The reply is long by affixing a laughing emoticon and brandishing two fingers that form the letter v.

It was as if he was going to laugh at me counting word for word, I was embarrassed.

[Don't wait donk kak, beginner's understanding.] I also defended myself.

[hees.. Ok..Just look. Try to be bold to try something new. If you have any problems, you can tell me. If you are ready. You just need to install the X app. After that, prepare the title. I'll make a cover for your work.]

With the confidence of this kind-hearted author, I also carried along confidently. With bismillah and her guidance I started to get into the app.

I started learning from the beginning with him, from signing up to be an author, writing descriptions, even coverpun he helped. He's so patiently teaching, screnshoot there screenshoot here, give an example of what I'm going to do next.

Like there is magic, my fingers so smoothly write the results of the mind there, so not a few minutes a thousand words more in part three I pocket. Great pleasure, that's how I feel.

Until the good-natured author taught me how to promote writing in a writing community group. But I don't know what happened to one of my social media, so I can't post posts in the community writing group, while the post asks, recommendations and in addition to the complete writing one part, approved. I began to despair aided by the author to promote starting from his homepage, in the community writing group, using his social media. It seems like a lot of knowledge and kindness that I get from the brother of this kind author from Bangka Island.

I who often asked because I did not understand, did not irritate him at all, he patiently taught until the night so late.

We fell asleep because of the fun of chatting to teach me many things, until the clock has shown twelve o'clock at night.

I'll finally be back to work tomorrow. Ask permission to continue tomorrow.

While he still continues by writing works that he will update on the next day.

Buset's a man sleeps what time? People have fallen asleep with their dream world, while they are just starting to write.

What are the writer's working hours? I asked myself. The doubts came back. Can I be faithful with writing?

Doubts and questions led me to dreamland.

***

In the office room, I who again enjoy the empty hours of teaching, utilizing still with new activities, namely stringing words, composing sentences, to become a story that is able to entertain the audience.

Suddenly the flat object in this hand displays a call from an unknown number.

"Assalamualaikum, is this true with Indri?" Question across there.

"Yes, right, who is this?" I answered a little curious about who contacted me.

"I'm Mely who sells next to your husband's shop, Ardi." Evidently

My husband is right, in addition to having a cake kitchen that has gone out of business, he also has a shop in a traditional market in my city, one where he markets his cake. But because the cake kitchen has decreased turnover since the incident, it does not rule out the possibility of income from the cake shop is also weakened. And close it too after the kitchen is closed.

"Ah yes, what is it? My husband seems to be at his mother's house again."

My answer is, it is possible because my husband who has no job anymore, must be there while waiting for me to go home to school.

"Look, Ndri was Ardi here, and now he's taken to the police station." The answer.

Instantly this body was limp, and collapsed onto the floor. It was dark, and I don't know what else.