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Aksar's novel will enter the print stage so that all divisions begin to be preoccupied with various things. And so is Kinanti. His work obviously took up all the time. In fact, it is not uncommon for him to take overtime on weekends.
A month before the inauguration of the sale, a meeting was held again. Rosalina sat facing an oval-shaped table with eight circular chairs. In front of him were Kinanti, Bena, Mira, and two people from the marketing division. The atmosphere of the meeting room this time looks tense, everyone issues different arguments.
“Bena, how was the cover design that I ordered the revision yesterday? Last I saw, Aksar didn't really like the cover image you made. Is the image for publication ready to be released and shared with marketing?” Rosalina looked at Bena while crossing her arms.
Bena restores his sitting position that is leaning to be upright. “All I fixed. I've shared with Mr. Aksar and the WA group of directors, ma'am. They are quite satisfied with the design of the cover novel Pak Aksar later.” It justifies the location of the position of the drooping scorch up to the nose.
“Kinanti, how many books will be printed on this first print?” Now, Rosalina directed a question to Kinanti.
Kinanti turned the chair around and shifted her laptop to the center of the desk. “For this first print, I have coordinated with the marketing and finance section. From the results of yesterday's conversation, we will print fifteen thousand copies in the first print.”
“Just fifteen thousand? Not wrong, is it? If I held the Aksar script yesterday, in the first print it could be more than that.” Mira cuts off Kinanti's words quickly. The woman smirked arrogantly. The words he spoke sounded tendentious and provocative.
Rosalina turned her head sharply towards Mira, then placed the pen on the pile of paper and crossed it.
“This is the first print and I am sure in the second week definitely directly print the next stage,”.
“Bu Mira, I ask you to focus more on our efforts so that the book Aksar this time sold the same as the previous books. It's not about who's holding the script. Obviously it's past. I am sure Kinanti has worked hard and the results are quite satisfactory.”
“I didn't say Kinanti performance was bad, Bu.” Mira answered flatly and forgot the rule that during the discussion, everyone was sued professionally and put aside all personal affairs.
“You did not say, but your statement was implying in that direction.”
Mira was silent for a moment, then leaned her shoulders lazily. He glanced at Kinanti, but was ignored by the bespectacled woman.
“Can I continue, Bu?” Kinanti asked for an opinion coupled with a nod to the pixie cut style haired woman.
“Ya, please!” rosalina answered briefly.
Kinanti stands towards the personal computer and projector at the end of the table. He began to discuss the targets and things that had been planned in the Aksar novel publishing project.
Rosalina and the rest of the editors focused their attention on the short videos and photographs Kinanti had worked on. The editor-in-chief had a habit of recording important things using handwriting. It is common knowledge that for Rosalina to write by hand is like memorization.
Taking notes is a method to improve memory. The woman believes it will be easy to understand and remember all the plans she has arranged by taking notes.
In addition to the evidence in writing, it makes it easier to find if at any time you need it. So, when the woman hears or is asked, her mind automatically responds. “I've recorded it.”
It seemed, the middle-aged woman actually applied a hadith about the primacy of tying science with writing.
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The days of Kinanti continue to be filled with busyness until not infrequently he chooses overtime so that the desired target is achieved. He went down directly to the printing press, to check out some of the prints. He also wrote on personal blogs and entered author communities to promote Aksar's books.
His attention was distracted when Surya's message stopped on his phone.
[Honey, tomorrow to Jakarta 3 days. There is an invitation for a pediatric symposium from IDAI central. What do you want to bring?]
I don't know why this time Kinanti was not too enthusiastic about replying to the message from her husband.
[Nothing, Mom. Be careful on the road, yes. Bye :)]
After that, Kinanti continued to reply to the incoming email. Not long after, the ringing call of my Living Universe, sounded. Special ringtones that Kinanti embed specifically for Aksar. He smiled and excitedly welcomed the phone.
“Ya, Mas?”
“Busikkah?”
“Very! Two weeks before the launch of your book, Mas.”
“What is Kinan nervous about having already entered the printing stage?”
Kinan chuckled at Aksar's words
“That should be nervous is you, Mas. If the sale is not good, it will likely not be printed again, ‘kan?”
“I am sure within a week after the first print, my novel will be reprinted.”
“Ih ... The cake is starting to get cocky, nih.”
“I'm sure, because you're the editor. Maybe someday I will write the novel title Beautiful Editor That My Beloved.”
Kinanti blushed with Aksar's speech. Although it sounded cool, I don't know why he liked it.
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