The Beginning of a Famous Writer
Warning: 10 CHAPTERS in 3 Days?

"What the hell is yeah? Shouting screaming. It's tonight." I was a little upset because of my husband.

"It's a bundle." Still pointing towards his phone, and pointing it at me.

I took over the phone. Now the phone is in my hands. I positioned myself sitting down and leaned over to the head of the bed. Immediately I examined the screen on the phone. Seen there chatt my husband's private with a buyer from Singapore.

[Ok. I wait for the boss, good luck to get here, and the results are satisfactory.]

It was the first chat my husband had not responded to. After that, there was another message coming in. It turns out to be a photo. I touched the photo, the moment I saw it, and what caught my attention the most was the display of the number 10,797,300. This is proof of transfer.

"Dad? This serious? This isn't dreaming?" I said no less shocked than my husband. Instantly I pinched my cheek.

"Ouch. Be ill. This dad really? The guy's been transferring paid off for the goods that are still in our hands?" I said disbelief but there was a happy twinkle.

"Yes bun. I don't believe it either. Wait for me to check on BRIMO Dad first." While packing his phone to the BRIMO menu.

"Where's yah?" My insistence is impatient.

"But bund. Still loading. Patience round."

"The curious." Nycapku.

"Bund's truth. Father's balance is ten millions." Husband looks very happy.

"Really yeah? Alhamdulillah." I said really grateful.

"Yes bund, thank goodness. Here's the bund, the cell phone, dad chatt back his old soul." He pointed his hand towards the phone in my hand.

I also gave you a cell phone. And still feeling very happy.

[Amin, good luck.] My husband returned his first message.

[Eh gan? Was transferred? Is the item still shipped tomorrow?] Responding to the transfer proof message.

Didn't wait long. Husband message directly tick blue. And it looks like he's typing.

[What's the boss. Tomorrow it will be sent too. If the order does not arrive here within fifteen days, the boss will transfer back here.] Reply by affixing grin emoticons.

[Gan sure. Tomorrow sent. Thank you for trusting my same order. Hopefully my goods will not disappoint you later. Most importantly, hopefully a subscription.] Reply to the husband by affixing hand-picked emoticons like saying thank you.

[If the goods are quality, there will definitely be the next order of orders boss.]

[Ok. Hope the order comes quickly.]

Read it and there is no more reply.

"Dad. Then we can make a cake to go to Jhasril's place?" I'm so excited.

"Don't be bund. Mother is still recovering. And also, our order has not yet reached the hands of the buyer. I want to use this money when the order has reached the buyer. Fear there will be obstacles, and we are required to return the money. While the money is used up. Berabe is also bund. What do we want to wear again? I don't want to risk Bund." His words gave a reason.

True, I also agree with my husband's opinion.

"Well, sleep again, bund, late at night."

"Yes yeah, and hopefully the package will be there soon, so my ring will be back soon." My words were hissing but still heard clearly by the husband. The proof is he immediately replied.

"Yes, dear mother, I must be right on the promise, don't worry. I changed doble instead." He said as he enveloped this body.

***

Today is sunday. A day of relaxation for Indri. Morning while enjoying breakfast on the side terrace, while seeing Ardi was busy eating his fish.

Ardi who usually does not attach importance to breakfast. He just needs a cup of coffee and a cigarette to accompany him in the morning. After that, he will be busy with his day.

Stay Indri and children sit on the terrace chair while enjoying breakfast each.

A few minutes' delay. All breakfast was gone. Now the worms in their stomach seem to cheer happily because the nutrition has been fulfilled.

Rey and Aihzan are engrossed in their own toys. Now Indri took his flat object, intending to hold the world for a moment to throw his satiety.

Not long dive on social media with the logo F, then he remembered his writing that had been neglected because of illness. He remembered that for almost three weeks he had never opened his online application application, which before he was sick, the application was like part of his life.

He opened his green online novel application. He activated a special email for the novel application. He has two email accounts on one phone. The only email for the online novel application, and the other email for data related to his work in the real world.

Shortly after the email of the online novel application is activated, a notification tube enters. He was curious about who was still clinking as if jostling the urge to get into his email box.

Slowly he opened one by one. It turns out from the editor of his novel who gave a warning because it was no longer updated for almost a month.

[Hi, Indriani Putri, if at the end of this month you no longer update at least every day one CHAPTER, then your novel fails to be recommended. There are still three more days left before this month passes, please update at least ten CHAPTERS in these three days, then the system will recommend your novel on the application home page!]

That was the sound of the warning going into his email.

"Geez, my first novel is under threat. If I don't finish ten CHAPTERS in three days' time, then my novel won't get anything on this app." Mumbled.

As fast as lightning he plays the fingers on the phone screen, directly to the whatsapp menu.

[For my sis, sis maf before, I want to convey the reason why I never updated the story during the last few weeks. It was all because I was sick, and was required to rest a lot, my mistake I forgot to tell brother. I will try to update the story of ten CHAPTERS in three days, as long as my story can be continued and recommended in this application.]

I sent a message to one of my editors. But because of Sunday, I only get automatic replies.

[Thank you for calling us. We are on holiday today. We will reply to message soon within working hours yes! Working hours Monday - Friday 09.00 - 18.00.]

"Ouch. Forgetting this Sunday." My move while patting the jidat.

"Why bund?" Said the husband surprised me who immediately sat in the next chair and grabbed his remaining coffee glass.

"Ah dad makes a surprise. Don't know what else panics?" Ketus.

"Can't why?" He said while staring at this black bead.

"I got a warning to finish and update ten CHAPTERS in three days, otherwise my novel can no longer continue on the app." I said with mixed feelings, sad, disappointed, but I still want to try to string words into a writing, to save the fate of my work.