The Beginning of a Famous Writer
Forgot to produce hug*n

While waiting for a reply from Ronal I saw my novel application, I immediately finished my third novel. Two hours passed, now the clock was showing twelve o'clock at night.

Thank God my novel is finished. I smiled happily. One of my jobs is done. The problems that came my way made me choose to go on hiatus first for the next few months. I choose a writing hiatus, but will still promote my writing in every social media group. To make more readers. So that the flow continues.

I saw the number of readers in each novel. Smiles fluttered, I was satisfied with this achievement. My first novel was pretty much. I feel like there is a satisfaction in getting this. But I don't know how to get that income.

I remember another novel app. Soon I go to the application, I want to see the novel view of the application. Because the income is applied to it from the number of our readers. Many readers, the income will be greater, and directly sent to our accounts.

Soon I saw the view of my novel, I felt great pride, there my view was quite a lot.

I'll see the income I've made. Again I am happy amazing. Almost a year I wrote today I've been working on my fingers all this time. It's there my income is six million. I'm happy, it looks like my writing spirit has risen again. With this achievement as if I will forget the problems that are approaching.

When compared to my husband's income, it's not much, but I feel so proud.

I can't wait for the morning to come. Because I want to check my recording directly. I don't have it, mobilbanking, making it hard to check my saldoku.

With a smile smile. I dropped out of the app, and headed for another one, I hope in that app too. But nil, my novel view there is lower than the previous two applications.

I bowed listlessly. But a moment back I smiled, and prayed that my novel more and more readers.

After finishing with the novel application. I intended to go back to sleep, but before breaking down I went back to see whatsapp for a moment, hoping that there was a reply from Ronal. But it turns out all is nil. There was no reply from Ronal.

My percentage of people with the same husband increased slightly, although not completely.

***

Before leaving for school, I asked my husband to stop by the ATM first, intending to check my saldoku truth. Without asking too much, my husband followed.

I went in with Rey, while the husband waited on the bike.

After a while I seemed to be in disbelief, the nominal balance in my account was recorded with an incredible amount of nominal, not in accordance with the number of achievements in one of the applications I saw last night. Happy is wonderful, but also the mind is gnawed at by many questions.

Where's that much balance? Could it be the husband who transferred? But it feels impossible, this account I deliberately made specifically to write, even it feels like my husband never knew my account number, and the book I keep, it seems, I never told my husband about this account number, because it's just for writing novels.

"Don't my two apps already earn?" I murmured in my heart.

Without intending to take, because all the needs are still met husband. After my ATM came out of the machine I went back to my husband. And we went on our way to school.

"Better I ask later to a fellow writing friend. This is definitely all the result of writing." I went back to my husband's motorcycle and kept this a secret from my husband.

I was still silent to the husband, while the husband as usual, asked a lot like nothing happened.

Finally we arrived at school, after signing an absence, I drove Rey to her school, after dropping off Rey, a fellow honorary friend told her very enthusiastic and excited, in her face radiated a happy twinkle, I just joined, asking.

"What's wrong? Why are you so excited and looking so happy?" I also wondered what was going on.

I still don't understand what they all mean.

"What mean? I don't understand." I'm back to sound.

"She, what have you been waiting for? Well what you're waiting for will soon be done." Answer my friend again.

You are getting confused and curious.

"Speak clearly, I don't understand!" The curiosity lodged in my mind made me a little emotional.

"There will be an honorary rapture of Indri!" My friend replied again, while revealing his happy expression.

"Huh? Right?" I said as if I would not believe, as well as happy.

"Yes, so now we have to complete the material for data collection, remember! Just soon! Because only this day. Our file goes into service, including the original material as well. After the file service check we pick up again, to scan and return to the service." My friend explained at length.

Finally after all understood, we disbanded, dispersed to prepare the files to be sent to the service.

After we collected all the requested files, that day also all the materials we delivered to the service, waiting in check at the service. Because of the number of honorary files that will be checked, so that it does not finish a day, we are asked to pick it up again tomorrow.

On the sidelines of file management, I took the time to ask a friend, from the explanation of the right friend, the balance in my ATM is my income during writing, it turns out I am not paying attention to the development, rating, number of readers so far. I just focus on writing.

I am very happy, my novel that has begun to produce, now my mind seems to be in sight. I ceaselessly pray that all that is proclaimed to be true, there will be an honorary rapture.

I dissolved in my happiness, until I forgot all about my husband's infidelity. I forgot that we didn't greet each other as usual.

When I returned home from school my husband picked me up as usual.

We met at the school gate.

"Dad! I'm happy today, first my novel has produced, second will be held honorary appointment and earlier we all in school have completed the file requested." I said while riding the bike, my face displayed great happiness. I was very happy to convey it to my husband, without me noticing my hands were coiled around the waist of my husband.

"Is it true, mother? The mother's ass had stopped by the ATM, thank goodness bund, finally the mother's labor to write can be replies, and hopefully the honorary appointment process goes smoothly." Answer the husband while stroking my coiled hand in his hand.

Instantly I regained my senses, and immediately pulled my hand violently. The husband stared at the rearview mirror and our views clashed.

My cheeks are flushed, I'm a great shame. Today's happiness makes me forget, if the mode is silent.

"That's bund! Trusting father. I never cheated!" Say husband again.

I who have trusted my husband a little, but have not obtained accurate evidence, still return cold to my husband.