December Daisy: writing

bangtan

[OPEN PO] NEW BTS RELATED BOOK - PIED PIPER

9:55 AM

behind the scene

[Story about Memory] Caffe 0419 Behind

12:01 PM

Ini bukan editan.

Ya, Caffe 0419 memang pernah ada di Seoul, tepatnya berada di alamat yang tertera di novel Caffe 0419.

Tapi karena suatu hal, kafe ini akhirnya ditutup.

Jujur saja, aku belum pernah main ke kafe ini, foto ini kapan diambil oleh adikku saja aku nggak ingat. Karena sewaktu perjalanan beberapa tahun lalu yang kuingat hanyalah kami banyak sekali berjalan melewati kafe-kafe unik di Seoul. Mungkin saat itulah foto ini diambil olehnya.

Sebenarnya kisah kafe ini dan novel Caffe 0419 juga tidak ada hubungannya sama sekali.

Hanya saja, pada suatu hari, ketika sedang mencari ide menulis novel untuk suatu lomba bertema Korea Selatan, aku menemukan foto ini dalam folder kenangan TRIP TO KOREA yang kulakukan beberapa tahun lalu saat baru lulus kuliah.

Ketika melihat foto tersebut, nama kafe ini menarik perhatianku. Mengapa dinamai dengan angka? Ada kisah apa di balik angka tersebut? Banyak masih banyak lagi pertanyaan bermunculan di kepalaku. Biasa penulis memang suka random kalau lagi mikir. *penulis... okay. mentang-mentang sekarang sudah punya dua buku, jadi sekarang bisa nyebut diri sendiri penulis wkwkwk*

Ide awal novel Caffe 0419 ini sebenarnya sangat jauh dari hasil akhirnya. Ada beberapa gabungan ide yang menginspirasi cerita novel ini.

Ide pertama berawal dari sebuah kalimat yang kupikirkan saat ulang tahunku beberapa tahun lalu.

"How can you celebrate birthday alone?"

Pikiran random yang terlintas karena adikku sempat pull a prank, nggak ngacuhin aku di hari ultah. Tbh, aku memang dasarnya nggak gitu suka ngerayain ultah, it's not a big thing, tapi entah hari itu mungkin lagi agak mellow, jadi aku mikir begitu.

Karena lagi mellow, kemudian kalimat ini berlanjut ke pikiran, hmm... bagaimana bikin cerita tentang seseorang yang selalu melewatkan hari-hari spesialnya sendiri. Dia nyaman dengan berada seperti itu. Hingga suatu hari seseorang yang sangat berbeda darinya mengusik kenyamanan itu dengan mengatakan "Gimana bisa sih kamu ngerayain ultah sendiri?"

Akhirnya karena lagi infired *LOL*, akhirnya kuputuskan untuk buka buku catatan dan mulai membuat plot.

Begini jadi plot awal. PS: ide cerita ini ditulis jauh sebelum aku akhirnya memutuskan untuk ikut lomba menulis yang kubilang tadi.

Tentang seorang pemuda yang membenci Natal karena kenangan buruknya selalu terjadi di malam Natal itu, dan dia selalu saja sendirian di hari spesial itu. Hingga suatu hari, ia menemukan seorang gadis yang terdampar di dekat apartemennya di malam Natal.

Ini adalah draft awal novel ini. One fact, as you can see it, ide ini sebenarnya ditujukan untuk fanfiction. HAHA. Zaman lagi suka banget dengan Mark GOT7 (sekarang juga masih sih #ea) dan lagi suka-sukanya jadiin dia tokoh fanfic karena dia fanfic-able banget.

Buat yang sudah baca Caffe 0419, kalian pasti ga asing dengan bagian awal draft ini. Bagian ini memang ada di novel (dengan penyesuaian nama tokoh).

Namun dari sinilah perbedaan dimulai. Saat mengembangkan draft fanfic ini, aku sama sekali tidak memikirkan mengenai bangunan kafe maupun mengenai kenangan. Yang kupikirkan hanyalah romance side antar dua tokoh ini. Bagaimana gadis yang ia temukan di depan tempat tinggalnya ini akhirnya mengubah hidupnya yang sepi. (cheesy yak. wkwkwkw... kebanyakan nonton drakor, maklumi saja)

Saat mencoba mengembangkan novel ini, entah mengapa yang terpikirkan olehku selalu kenapa ceritanya jadi mirip drama Jepang berjudul Kimi wa Petto (yang pernah nonton angkat tangan!). Karena itulah, ide ini akhirnya kubiarkan saja.

Setelah berbulan-bulan (mungkin setahun lebih kali ya), suatu hari ada info lomba bertema Korea dan karena banyak teman penulisku yang *masih* semangat 45 ikutan lomba saat itu akhirnya aku pun tergoda ikutan. Dan saat itu hanya sekitar dua minggu sebelum deadline berakhir.

Mulai dari plotting ide, pengembangan, riset, dan penyelesaian naskah harus dikerjakan dalam rentang waktu tersebut. Pontang-panting? Jelas! Salah sendiri nggak niat dari awal. Wkwkwkwk... Tapi kelar loh 100 halaman dalam dua minggu. Hidup deadliners!

Sewaktu mengembangkan ide untuk lomba, jelas saat itu aku tidak punya banyak waktu untuk mencari ide baru. Alhasil, karena punya tabungan ide banyak *cieh. Zaman masih rajin nabung*, kubukalah naskah-naskah lama mencari yang bisa sesuai. Saat itu tema dari lomba mewajibkan penulis untuk menonjolkan kekhasan Korsel. Makin pusinglah nyari yang pas. Bagian selanjutnya agak kabur dalam ingatanku karena yang kupikir hanya bagaimana caranya ikut lomba dan menyelesaikan naskah dalam waktu dua minggu. Coretan riset udah nggak berbentuk lagi, melingkar, naik turun gunung, banyak coretan.

Aku sama sekali nggak ingat bagaimana kok akhirnya aku bisa sampai pada ide menggabungkan foto Caffe 0419 yang kulihat dengan cerita fanfic ini. Mungkin karena saat itu pikiran pertamaku mengenai ada apa sih di balik nama ini. Akhirnya kulihat, oh kayaknya cerita fanfic ini cocok dengan caffe.

Awalnya aku sempat ingin sekali menyambungkan kisah sesungguhnya dari bangunan ini dengan novel ini.

Saking isengnya, aku pernah mengontak pemilik kafe ini untuk menanyakan makna di balik angka 0419.

Sayangnya saat kukontak memang kafe sudah akan ditutup.

Jawaban pemilik kafe sebenarnya agak unik saat itu dan juga ga penting banget. Aku sudah agak lupa gimana pasti kalimatnya. Kurang lebih dia bilang, angka itu menunjukkan waktu (waktu itu juga aku nggak paham-paham banget sih maksud dia gimana soalnya dijawab pakai bahasa Korea). Alhasil karena nggak terlalu bermakna dalam, kembalilah aku pusing tujuh keliling mencari sebenarnya ada apa dengan angka 0419 ini.

Ada beberapa ide yang terpikir olehku. Tapi nggak perlu dijabarkan kali ya. Nanti spoiler novel. Hehe. Yang jelas hasil jadi dari ide-ide itu akhirnya berbeda dari yang kubayangkan di awal.

Ini memang kebiasaan menulisku sih. Terkadang aku membuat key point scene, tapi pada akhirnya ketika menulis, aku membiarkan karakterku yang bergerak sesuai keinginannya untuk menceritakan kisahnya.

Kurang lebih seperti itu kisah dibalik Caffe 0419. Pembuatan novel ini cukup berkesan buat aku karena saat itu selain deadliners, ini kali pertama aku kembali nulis novel dan niat ikut lomba. Beberapa tahun lalu, kalau ada yang pernah baca writing milestoneku, aku sempat trauma ikut lomba nulis karena nggak pernah lolos dan sempat menyerah juga. Ah, tulisanku masih belum bagus. Hasilnya, lolos lomba ini nggak? Ini bukan film. Jadi ya enggak lolos juga. hehehe. Sempat sedih sih... teman-teman seperjuanganku semuanya diterima naskahnya, cuma aku dan dua orang temanku yang nggak terpilih.

Saat itu aku terus berpikir, di mana kesalahan naskahku. Kurang 'Korea' kah? Apa plotnya kurang kuat? Revisi demi revisi kulakukan. Ada banyak masukan dari teman yang baca. Sempat mikir, apa kuganti setting saja ya jadi setting Jepang (karena komen temenku sih), sempat kirim ke penerbit lain dan ditolak juga.

Tapi akhirnya naskah ini punya rumah juga.

Seperti yang kubilang di pengantar dalam novel. Novel ini berkisah tentang kenangan, masa lalu, dan rasa sakit.

“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”

Ini adalah salah satu kutipan dari Murakami yang juga menginspirasiku dalam menulis naskah ini.

Dalam hidup, kita pasti akan bertemu dengan berbagai orang, berbagai kejadian. Semuanya membentuk banyak kenangan. Di antara kenangan-kenangan itu ada berapa banyak dari kita yang mengalami kenangan yang menyakitkan hingga hal tersebut berubah menjadi sebuah penyesalan? Lantas, apa yang mereka lakukan dengan kenangan tersebut? Menyesalinya seumur hidup ataukah melupakannya?

Kurang lebih seperti itulah. Berdasarkan pemikiran itulah, akhirnya tagline dari novel ini kubuat jadi:

Every drop is a memory.

Ada yang sudah baca novel ini? Bagaimana pendapat kalian tentang karyaku yang satu ini? Hehe... Buat yang belum bisa langsung ke gramedia/toko buku online untuk mengadopsinya. ^^

bangtan

[FF] Nothing Like Us

8:47 AM

Title: Nothing Like Us

Rate: PG 17+

Genre: Angst, Slice of Life, Slight Romance, OOC, dark

Cast: Namjoon, OC

Warning: Contain mature content and cohabitation. Please remember your age and do not read if you are under age. And for a note, mature content doesn’t always mean sexual intercourse.

Oh be careful… If you are not a fan of depressing tone story, this isn’t a story for you. And it’s really dark and confusing.

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“Are you sure about doing this, Namjoon?”

“We have talked about it so many times.”

“I know. It’s just….”

“It is just better burn than to disappear.”

Late night talk. A can of beer on the rooftop of our rented place. Sitting side by side. Watching the moon and invisible stars in the night sky, accompanied small snacks to share. That is something we always do.

Namjoon was laying his back on the divan meanwhile I was sitting on his side, hugging my knees and sipping my beer. We were getting drunk and forget.

There was no turning back for the plan.

The day after the night was the D-day for us. For what? For something that we would never turn back to live life like before. Not a wedding ceremony. Not that. Namjoon and I are everything. We are a best friend, we are a lover, we are a partner in crime, but we are never a husband and wife. It will never be. Neither of us believes of bond in marriage.

In a sudden, after sipping my beer and got lost in thought, I chuckled softly.

“Sooner or longer we could get each other killed,” said I while putting my head and hand on Namjoon’s chest. Like in auto mode he moved his arm under my body. His thumb made a circular movement on my waist. We fell into silence for a while. And that moment of silence was one of things that could make me feeling ease. But not forget.

Namjoon chuckled too, somewhat bitterly. “People like us shouldn’t mean for together. We are too broken for good.”

We had a mutual understanding about things.

I pulled up my body for a bit and get down once again to put a kiss on the brunette hair guy’s lips. Slowly but sure our lips were moving like that for a moment. Time seemed also getting slow down for that moment. We were getting drown. Drown into life.

For a moment, it was only us.

Two of us.

I wasn’t crying. There was no tears were allowed to fall into my cheek. I didn’t care if I felt numb. I pulled Namjoon’s face closer to mine, rolling over, and kissed deeper.

I don’t care any longer.

******

People said bird of a feather flocks together. Wounded sprit, broken people stay together.

This is a game we used to play together. We played rock paper scissor game while walking along the pedestrian and the loser got flicked on his/her forehead. Tricks were different each time but most of time it was me who lose and got finger flicked from Namjoon. He never flicked too hard but I would act like it hurt as hell, then Namjoon would feel sorry for me. Then when he realized I was acting out by my laugh after he tried to check my forehead out, he would flick me once again. Then we would play ‘catch me’ with me chasing after Namjoon to get revenge.

We laughed.

That was a common event but for us that was one of our happiest moments.

We laughed a lot.

“Namjoon a~ come on.” I was giggling while dragging Namjoon walking along me.

In my other hand there was pink mint cotton candy meanwhile in his there was a cup of Americano. Namjoon loved coffee so much. He couldn’t stand a day without it.

“Coffee and sweet cotton candy don’t match with each other, you know.”

“So do us. But we stay together.”

“Should I kill myself, or have a sip of coffee?”

I laughed on his reply. And so on with Namjoon.

Stupid Namjoon.

We walked again. Namjoon was just walking along of my dragging without intention of go to other way. He took a sip of his coffee and refused my offer for cotton candy. He hated sweets. The only sweet thing that he could stand was me. Or not… Well, at least for now he stayed with me.

Okay, pardon me for this narcissistic statement but I am. I am sweet like a cotton candy. That’s what those people on the bar said to me each times they got drunk and started talking nonsense.

******

“Hey, let’s hang out with me till late at night

Let’s drink with me

Once you and I get drunk

So when we feel tipsy, let’s walk

Once you and I get tired

So when we lie down, Let’s sleep

Close your eyes and let’s kiss.”

I grabbed the microphone tightly while putting a pleasant face and singing. I knew I might look drunk and in high. Small fact, I did drunk but not too much. My mind was still crystal clear. Working this profession always required me to drink a large number of alcohol. That was why I could handle my alcohol well even though I wished I couldn’t. Sometimes it probably much easier if I could be drunk, I could forget. I wished I could.

While occasionally swiped up my long blue grey ombre hair away from my face, I swayed side to side, occasionally closing my eyes in order to drown to the music.

I’m trying.

Trying hard.

To conceal.

Lady Escort. In a karaoke bar.

That was how to describe what I was doing for living.

I sang.

I danced.

I entertained people who ask for my companion.

I laughed with them.

I pretended to be happy with them.

But people seemed have misunderstanding with my profession. Those stupid people somewhat thought an escort and prostitute were the same job. Just because they could pay my companion, they thought they could pay my body to pleasure them.

“Sweet, stop singing those sappy songs. Sang us some sexy song, show some sexy dance, show us your sexy body.”

One of those drunken men yelled at me from his seat while palming some other escort’s thigh. The escort only giggled and let the man touched her the way he wanted. She even invited him to do her more.

Well, for some of us, there were those kind escorts whom also available for that. That was her choice, not mine.

I changed the song by the request, some sexy song that was what they wanted. I gave it.

“Where is the beer refill? Why is this bar’s service really sucks?!” Another man shouted while flipping an empty bottle upside down.

Another man performed a show for the escort girls’ compliment. Trying to catch some nuts from the air. Yeah, he was nuts.

And that was a usual view of the night.

“Sweet, Dance! Dance with me.”

In sudden some man grabbed my waist to his hips. He breathed too close to my neck. I was startled but had no choice but to do his request. I put my arms around his neck. And pretend to be cheerful and sexy at the same time.

As the song went by, the way he grinded to my bottom made me extremely uncomfortable. That old sag.

I tried to put some space from him but he kept coming to me.

“Yeonwoo ssi, please don’t act like this.”

“Just say that you enjoy my touch and you want more.”

“I don’t. I’m not that kind escort. Please.”

“Escorts are all the same. I paid you. You want more? Just name your price and let me take you for good tonight.”

The song he requested me to sing was long forgotten already. The situation turned into him trying to get me pleasure him.

“I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!” I lost my patient, so I pushed the man hard until he fell to the floor.

The room suddenly got silence and the door was opened. Namjoon was standing there. He brought some beers and more snack to the room and about to serve them.

I panted heavily after the push. Still in shock, I couldn’t proceed that what I was just doing could earn me hard night. I only thought how to save my self from this hell.

My eyes hit Namjoon’s; I got an urge to fly out from the room. I run out of the room.

*****

Once I got inside the house I run to bathroom. I vomited out all kind things I swallowed that night. Crunching in front of toilet bowl and looking all messy. My red lipstick had smeared on my check due to my harsh rub. I didn’t stop my doing.

My left cheek was throbbing. Probably it was also red and had some mark. It was an usual.

”Do you think you have some dignity to keep? Remember, you are only an escort. Nothing more. Don’t act like you are higher than it. If those men asked for your body, you should give it to them. That is your job. Be glad. At least there is someone wanted to pay for your crappy service.”

I threw up once again then I got no more energy to do anything else than sitting on the bathroom floor after I’m done with the act. My eyes drifted to the door. Namjoon was there, standing on the doorframe watching me out. When he saw me finished he walked in and went to me. I spread out arms to hug him.

No. I’m not crying for this crappy life. I didn’t have chance to choose.

“Do you want to take a warm bath?”

No need for more words. Namjoon always knew me the best.

To end the night, we would finish it by taking a warm bath to console our wounded spirit.

******

What kind person Namjoon was?

For first, he was a waiter. Yes, on the same place where I was working. You saw him already there.

He was a waiter and I was an escort. Pathetic combination, right?

“Why did you do that?”

A detective shouted at front of my face since he already lost his patience over my silence. Namjoon told me before not to say anything and let him handle all.

“Why. did. you. kill. him?” the detective asked once again while slapping my file folder to the table following the rhythm of his words each. “Okay, you want to do this, right? You want to keep your silence?”

I still kept my mouth shut and staring blankly to the table.

“This couple really drive me crazy. One is mute. The other one is insane. What? He did it because of the sun was too hot and he got disoriented.”

The detective stomped out his way to the door while grumbling.

Me? When I heard what kind excuse Namjoon said to the detective, I started laughing hard. Non-stop. Hysterically.

“Maybe we really need to call psychiatrist to run some test on them.”

The detective who interrogated me hasn’t left when I laughed. And now he left after staring in wonder at me who was laughing like maniac. Seemed like without reason. But I have, only that detective didn’t know it.

Fuck that, Kim Namjoon.

Fuck you, Smartass.

Fuck you, you and your classical reference.

How to describe Namjoon:

He is smart guy.

He reads a lot of book. Classical one.

His favorite is Albert Camus.

I don’t know who is that.

He also lived life like a loser.

He is bizarre.

But I love him.

******

Screaming was everywhere. Everyone tried to save his/her selves by hiding behind sofa or under the table. The bar was in frenzy state. Two people in all black clothes, wearing a mask to cover their face, were pointing pistol on the crowd. Threaten them. Glasses were broken by some shot of gun. It was done for frightening them. To make them thought they would really got shot if they moved.

“Put the money on this bag! Hurry up or I’ll shoot you!”

“No… no you don’t try funny thing. I really will shoot you if you don’t do what I say.”

One of the robbers gave instructions. They were gathering the money from illegal transaction that was happened in the bar.

They were us.

We planned of this.

Today is our d-day.

Namjoon has kept track on the transaction day, time, and place. He checked on how things happened and planned them out. I was extracting information from those old sags.

That was Namjoon and I VS the world.

That was enough.

“You won’t go anywhere with my money!”

While we were running out with the money, the money owner which also the bar manager and also my tormentor ran after us. The sun shone so bright. Of course it was the hottest day of summer that year. Hot enough to make someone got dizzy after standing in the open space for several minutes.

We arrived near our car. I turned my body to our chaser. Without thinking twice, I loaded the gun and fired. Four times. That was me being considerate.

“What are you doing?!” Namjoon jerked me back.

I lost my orientation. He seized my pistol and grabbed my shoulder. He tried to say something to me but I could hear him. Everything was in blur. I didn’t know what happened on me. Before I realized I was sitting in the car back seat while Namjoon drove fast out of the city. Out of this crazy mess. I curled up and hugged my knees. My body was trembling so hard.

The car smell like raw acrid air, heavy and festering scent, like a slaughterhouse. Yes, someone was just slaughtered. I was the one who did it.

What am I doing?

After a while, Namjoon pulled over the car, he stepped out of it and went to back seat.

To hug me.

I cried hard.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Namjoon whispered to my ear repeatedly while rubbed my back. I was still crying.

******

“Namjoon a, if we are not what we are right now, what we will be? Do you think.” I asked while staring at the night sky. Propping my body with two arms on the divan.

Namjoon was silent, sitting beside me and doing the same thing like mine.

”A breathing creature?” After the silence Namjoon answered it.

I chuckled at the answer.

The night air smelled like mixed of petrichor, with alcohol we drank, and Namjoon’s body smell. He had a nice smell although we were using the same soap and shampoo. I liked it so much.

It smelled like serene.

The divan was kind damp from the rain before. The night sky was clear. The night was old.

*******

dream

My First Ever Novel: Keobuki & Mr. Visual

6:36 PM

HALO!

Akhir-akhir ini sepertinya aku sangat jarang nge-blogging kalau tidak sedang mengupdate mengenai Demian ya. Maafkan aku. Hiks :') Lagi sibuk nih, pakai banget. Di kantor banyak kerjaan, kemudian masih sibuk menerjemahkan naskah, dan... sibuk mengurusi revisian naskah novel yang coming soon terbit. Novel apa, Kak? Tuh di atas covernya. Hehehe.

Sebenarnya ini bukan karya pertamaku, tapi bisa dibilang yang pertama juga karena baru terbit secara massal di penerbit besar seperti Grasindo. ^^

Untuk yang hobi mengikuti fanfictionku, mungkin sudah akan tertarik dengan karyaku yang satu ini. Tentang apa ini?

CHECK THIS BLURB

"Kau tahu cerita perlombaan kura-kura dan kelinci kan?"

Aku mengangguk. Tentu saja aku tahu cerita dongeng itu.

"Kura-kura dapat memenangkan perlombaan karena apa?"

"Ketekunan?"

"Ya. Selain itu?"

"Selain itu?" Aku menatap bingung Hyunsoo.

Jang Hye-Mi

Mahasiswa Universitas Nasional Seoul yang cerdas tapi sayangnya tidak memiliki impian. Ia tidak tahu apa yang ia ingin lakukan setelah lulus. Dunia orang dewasa selalu merupakan hal yang asing baginya. Pertemuan dengan Hyun-Soo, mengubah segalanya. Hyemi yang selalu skeptis dan sinis dihadapkan pada Hyun-Soo dan grupnya yang selalu positif dan menjalani hidup penuh impian.

Kim Hyun-Soo a.k.a Jei

Visual member dari grup idol Achanés, grup pendatang baru yang dianggap Hye-Mi pasaran dan tidak punya kelebihan apa pun. Akan tetapi, mengapa Hye-Mi terus merasa tertarik padanya? Apa yang membuat Hyun-Soo terlihat begitu yakin dengan apa yang ia lakukan?

Genre novel ini bisa dibilang coming-of-age romance. Bakalan bikin mewek darah seperti Youth of Lily nggak, Kak? Hahaha.... XD

Nggak kok. Nggak sampai berdarah-darah seperti fanficku yang satu itu. Tapi cerita novel ini tidak kalah menarik dengan yang itu. Novel ini berkisah mengenai bagaimana seseorang beranjak dewasa. Ada sedih, ada senang, ada rasa takut, ada kehilangan arah, juga ada rasa manisnya cinta di sana. Ada tentang keluarga, tentang teman, tentang kekasih, dan banyak hal lainnya. ^^

Mirip tema Hwa Yang Yeon Hwa-nya BTS ya? Hehehe. Tapi, cerita ini sebenarnya kutulis ketika aku masih kuliah, sekitar lima tahun lalu lah. Baru sekitar awal tahun lalu aku merevisi naskah tersebut dan mengirimkannya ke penerbit. Kisah dalam novel ini diinspirasi oleh sebuah kisah nyata yang kualami dan juga beberapa terinspirasi oleh kejadian/berita di sekelilingku. But well, ini adalah fiksi, tentu saja akan ada perbedaan dengan kenyataan, tapi itu tidak mengurangi hal yang ingin kusampaikan di sini.

Oh ya, dalam novel ini juga ada kutipan dari novel Demian. No, no, aku tidak sedang terus-terusan menarik keuntungan dari novel tersebut. Jujur saja, sebenarnya aku membaca Demian itu jauh sebelum BTS mengeluarkan konsep tersebut. Dan, aku memasukkan kutipan itu ke dalam novel ini jauh sebelum itu pula karena kurasa kutipan itu mewakili apa yang Hye-Mi rasakan.

So, bagi kalian yang saat ini merasakan ketakutan untuk menjadi dewasa, merasa diri sedang dalam persimpangan jalan untuk memilih jalan yang tepat bagi diri kalian atau saat ini kalian sedang merasakan kepenatan karena berjalan tanpa arah atau kalau kalian saat ini butuh hiburan ringan namun tetap bermakna, mungkin novel ini akan menarik perhatian kalian.

Di mana aku bisa mendapatkannya kak?

Tenang, buku ini akan terbit pada 17 April 2017, tapi baru akan masuk ke Gramedia pada tanggal 19 atau 20 April 2017 (info dari penerbit seperti itu).

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NAH! Ada lagi yang khusus nih kalau kalian ikut pre-order di Purple Land Shop. Aku akan memberikan bonus keychain acryllic. Ini terbatas loh, tidak semua yang pesan akan dapat. Hanya selama persediaan masih ada. Desain keychainnya bagaimana?

Sebenarnya aku masih dilema untuk menentukan desain yang mana yang ingin kupakai. Pilihannya adalah antara dua di bawah ini.

Desain 1

Desain 2

Bantu aku untuk memilih, jika kalian ingin memesan pre-orderku, kalian ingin desain yang mana? Salah satu saja, jangan pilih dua-duanya. Hehehe. Kutunggu sampai hari Minggu tanggal 26 Maret 2017 ya. ^^

Untuk order sudah bisa mulai dipesan dari saat ini!