Naomi: Why There Must Be Love Among Us!
Part one: Prologue

"You should write, you should write again. That's all you can do. There's nothing else. You should write. Gotta write...

Ah, for so many times that voice bothers me again. A voice I had long silenced. Since I was accused of...

You ringworm cat! I hate that accusation! Hate it! Hate it! Because of that one accusation I no longer have the ability to...

I'm really helpless.

Now I'm really, really, really helpless. I'm no different than a decrepit grandfather waiting to die!

Ghost writer!

I was accused of using the services of a ghost writer!?

That's a lame accusation! How arbitrary!

What's wrong with me being productive!? In a month you can write and publish three novels at once. At the age of almost stepping on the head of seven, is it impossible?!

No way how!?

I asked the accuser to play at home. See how I do my job as a novelist. But he refused, and more and more fiercely he accused. Not just using the services of a ghost writer, now, the accusations increase by one more, he said, I am a plagiarist!

What other accusation is this!? Plagiator!? What kind of food is that!? Even if there is a similar story, maybe it is...

For God's sake I never aspired to be a plagiarist! Not now, not then, not even later!

Because of all the accusations... I should have ignored it, once someone reminded me. I wanted to, really wanted to ignore but I didn't, how did he touch the most basic thing of my life.

How could I have been dreaming about this since I was a child. I can read from! Yes, from the moment I became literate, I had already aspired to myself as a story writer.

I have no other aspirations, just want to be a story writer, nothing more!

And damn for me, only able to realize that ideal when I was already on the head of five, more precisely fitting at the age of fifty-five years!

Imagine being able to realize my childhood dream when I reach that age. A very risky age to undergo a very exhausting activity like this.

And when I succeeded, someone came to accuse me. Accusing me of using the services of a ghost writer and accusing me of being a plagiarist.

The same person has charged me with such a heinous and disgusting accusation!?

By an admirer, I was asked to report the accuser to the authorities. Yeah, God what the unemployed guy thought the people in the office would follow through..

However, other than that there is no money, besides the accusation does not offend the power, so where they want to bother.

Don't say to follow up on the allegations that seem so. It's about the plow business of plowing books they turn right. They continued to casually say, if all that was like a vicious circle.

Which demon is who? The hijacker? Or them!? I said, both! Do not have to be drawn to get there, lose time and lose money!

Yes, right now I can only and only have the ability and the strength just to answer and answer all the words and questions of the admirers, other than that, no!

Where have I been all this time!?

Other than me, anyone can answer this question. Or should this question be asked.

Where have I been all this time!? I live and live the dreams of others, if I could I would like to answer that question with such an answer, but would the admirer be satisfied enough!?Honestly, I don't want him to be disappointed and hurt.

However, with this question, he has indeed given considerable effort, both to himself, and to myself. How dare he ask this personal question to me, it is not something ordinary. For me, this is something amazing!

Right, I live and live other people's dreams. For years. Anyone who can imagine must have been or maybe still and is struggling in situations and conditions that are more or less the same as me.

I'm an... To be more precise, I was an accountant. Yes, it is a profession that I have spent many years in. Being obsessed with numbers is my daily meal. Hating her? Nah! But I don't like it either. I did all of that on the basis of a single understanding that I had to take responsibility for what we agreed. We are?! Yes, my older brother and I are.

My eldest brother slammed, not knowing the time, just so I could go to school without having to bother thinking about the cost of education, with the agreement I could enter STAN. At the end of it he became Civil Servant aka PNS in the finance department. Because there enter the lecture can be free. Nothing to bother now the most important thing later you can go to college for free and not only free but also paid, so brother reminded. Am I the one in charge?! At least time has proved it!

Until someone reads my writing on a blog that is honestly just my prank project. Release project for, as my account name. The reader then advised me to immediately send the writing to the publisher, he said the story I wrote was good, I thought it was a form of pleasantries. On a whim, I even challenged back, what if he only sent the writing.

Not dinaya he even accepted the challenge, he also asked me to immediately send a copy of the writing, to a mailing address.

Copy of the writing I sent, three months later I also arrived an uninvited guest, a book. Or rather, a novel. Novel with a front cover that says my name, in addition to the title of the novel's story, of course.

I'm shocked? Which bego person was not surprised the novel wong appeared before my eyes along with one special summons. A call that requires me to immediately attend a grand book exhibition at one of the art buildings in the capital Jakarta there.

When the exhibition was held it turned out that I was asked to go on stage. On stage I was seated in a chair. There I was interviewed an hour and a half or so, telling the idea behind writing the novel. Obviously it surprised me.

And what surprised me even more, it turns out that I was also asked to sign every book that has been and bought by those who like the story I have written, which the queue has been far snaking.

I became a novelist without my knowledge, how could it be!? The way of life no one can guess, huh!

Right, the way of life no one can guess, is the proof..I can be the accused person as of now!!!

Keep now how? The voice in my heart forced me to write again after three years of more or less choosing to stay away with the world - my birthday from the hospital - undeniably the growing age of increasingly eroding the strength of the body even though the mind rejects the old.

If I have to go back to writing, what should I write about!? I asked that question to myself. Agilely this conscience replied, a romantic story-obviously he was joking!

The author of horror stories, who is often dubbed as the Edgar Allan Poe of the century, asked to write a romantic story?! Being accused as a ghost writer plus as a plagiarist has overturned my world now... No, it's impossible!

Why is it impossible?! Nothing in this world is impossible! Didn't someone ever say, 'For never once spoken from your lips to say a sentence, if something is impossible to do, it is impossible to do, because it's the same way you're doing insult to your own intellect and mind!'

Who ever said that?! My heart's voice is pointing at my face! I am accused again! Yes, Lord I really am the accused!

The only romantic story in my brain, until this elder, is just one, Romeo and Juliet, the other is not!

I was asked to write a story like that!? Lsh...! What do dozens of horror stories that have become best sellers!? It's laughable! Really laughable!