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THE TASTE IS STARTING TO DIM
A Whatsapp message from Rosalina took Kinanti's eyes off the laptop screen.
Yesterday, the Aksar script entered the proofreading stage. Most of the attention of each division was focused on the process of publishing Aksar novels. Kinanti was quite relieved when she thought about it. That means that no long working relationship with the author will end. His relief evaporated when he saw the contents of the editor-in-chief's message.
Check the account of @callmeleeya. Followers up to 1 million more. Viewer in his writing entitled The Teaser of My Husband, almost 2 million who have read.
Kinanti exhaled softly after reading the message. Since this morning until noon, Rosalina has offered seven accounts of romance novel writers online to review her writing.
Mira's ideas at last week's editorial meeting surprised the editors. Since the rise of writers born from online novel platforms, at the suggestion of the senior editor, Grewmedia also does not want to be left behind in the euphoria to capture new writers, Grewmedia also does not want to be left behind in the euphoria to capture new writers, more precisely net the coffers of money from this section.
However, none of the stories interested Kinanti. Just reading his prologue, he was puffed up. However, Rosalina insisted that Kinanti apply for one of their most widely read writings to be published on Grewmedia.
Which makes Kinanti more caressing chest, which, sometimes this kind of writer does not care about the quality of the writing they make to make his head dizzy with saltics scattered everywhere or spelling language that is far from the rules of the language.
Callmeleeya's account name is typed in the platform feature she is looking for. His head was throbbing to see the author's novel cover. Pictures of models with arousing poses really make him embarrassed.
The titles are no less provocative. Enjoy Me, ******* Manja the Sugar Daddy, Love One Night The Former In-Law.
Once again, Kinanti let out a heavy sigh looking at that. Although he has not read the entire novel, he can guess how the story of the novel.
Another fact that made him shocked was when he traced the social accounts of the author. Mimic facts are laid out before him. A teenage girl in hijab is a behind-the-scenes writer with 21+ content.
Don’t judge a book by its cover sometimes there is a point. Kinanti strongly agreed, that everyone could never judge the contents of one's head just from his outer appearance.
His gaze turned to a white-framed photo on the right side of the table. A photo of him and Surya with the Twins. Everyone looks happy with a smile that expands perfectly. What's more, Surya's smile.
It's very different from the state of their relationship these days.
Still vividly remembered by Kinanti, Surya's expression of anger restrained last week when he saw the contents of the message between himself and Aksar. Indeed, there was no burst of emotions from the husband, only a cold look with no warmth visible to date. That's what Kinanti doesn't like.
“Stop! Don't be clear, Honey! You just finish the script as soon as possible. I don't want to extend this. I'm going to the hospital now.”
Surya drives him away subtly to get out of the car. After that, Surya turned the vehicle around speechlessly, leaving Kinanti stuck in front of the garage. Only the sound of cars sliding out of the courtyard.
Since then, Surya has only come home to change clothes and prefers to stay in a ward or hotel. In fact, the message containing the apology from Kinanti was only replied with an expressionless smile emoticon.
“Hayooo! Again dream of what, nih?” Bena's voice broke his daydream.
A cup of his favorite orange juice was thrust from the hand of the shoulder-haired girl. Bena still had time to see the screen of his laptop.
“No. Only puyeng just thought about the script, if only we managed to lamar.” Kinanti reasoned while turning her mouth to the computer screen.
“Wah, this is a yes-yes story, huh? Geeh! The cake will be quite heavy duty, Kin!” Bena sat on the right side of Kinanti, then read it at a glance.
“Entahlah, I also did not think how could Bu Rosalina approve novel kek gini published.” Kinanti was massaging her twitching temple since earlier. “I have learned how many parts will be removed and smoothed because it is too vulgar.”
“Yes, that. I also do not know what Mba Mira wants to cake that. We are the publishers of essays! The cake was all for the sake of the weather,” cerocos Bena.
Kinanti hastened to shut Bena's mouth, afraid that someone else would hear.
From the crack of the door, a pair of ears had already heard their conversation. He passed with an annoyed face.
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