By accident, I saw Arafat Nur's novel lengthened in a bookstore, in jombang, east java. Blood Splash In Flower, one of the best seller novels in Indonesia, arranged in line with the work of another novelist.
A girl from the sentence, had seen the novel, but he did not buy it because there is the word "blood". "I do not like stories of violence and horror", the girl said. "The author is my friend," I said proudly.
Although relatively expensive compared to the novel by Mujiburrahman, Tere Liye or Ayi Jufridar, I still buy it. I forced myself to buy it because the novel I saw in a district town thousands of miles away with the author's residence. And I'm proud to be able to buy in this city, the city that has given me so many memories.