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Oh My God! inner Kinanti screamed.

Kinanti's heart seemed to stop beating right then and there. His mouth was open, and he closed it with his hands. It's like being skinned, all the flavors spilled into one. His face was flushed with hands that were starting to get wet from sweat.

The woman stuttered slightly to make a sound. If the time could be turned an hour earlier, he would have drawn the words that had been spoken like the spirit of four and five.

“Oh, um, I-I'm sorry earlier said origin, sir,” said Kinanti misbehaved. The language he used changed immediately.

Seeing the nervousness of the woman before him, Aksar only smiled at a glance. Both hands he put in his front pants pocket.

“Please, Mr Aksar! I'm sorry for the one just.”

“Not a problem! It doesn't matter who I am. Most importantly, I am happy to meet you. Thanks for the coffee.” Aksar passed away leaving the pantry. He walked without looking back, leaving Kinanti still sitting on the side of the table.

Kinanti. It felt like he was following Aksar to apologize, but his embarrassment was still at the breaking point.

Then, in a hurry he grabbed the phone lying on the table, looking for someone's number. After that, the dial icon is tapped on the phone screen. The waiting sounding sounded long enough.

“Aduh, Barrel to where, anyway? Kok, not picked up the phone!” Kinanti monologues while pacing. After five calls, the phone is connected.

“Yes, Twin Mom! What is it?” sahut Laras from the end of the phone.

“Busy no?”

“Ehm .. Do you know if I am busy or not?” chirps Laras. “Biasalah, again write the results of client consultation.”

“Plis, Barrel. I need advice, here!” Kinanti.

The friendship that has been established since Junior High has made them like brothers. Although younger than a year from Kinanti, about the way of thinking, clearly Laras is superior. His profession as a psychologist, made Laras as a friend to exchange ideas for Kinanti.

“Yes, I'm horrified! What's the problem again, huh?”

Kinanti adjusts her breathing rhythm to be more regular. Then, he told Laras about the meeting with Aksar and the incident he had just experienced.

“So how, dong?” sigh Kinanti asked for advice.

“Yes, how else. Face it with females!” ledek Laras's. “Yes, simple, you are sorry the same Aksar earlier,” continued Laras later.

“What should I do if I see him again, huh? Do you pretend you don't know?”

There's a big nag at the end of there. “Yeah, Mother Twin. You are too parno! Don't think of a macem-macem, ah!”

“Too she reported me to Miss Rosalina, how? Well, what dream am I semalem, can happen kek gini,” complains Kinanti while massaging his forehead.

“Yes, accept! The fate of working with such people, ‘kan? Anyway you are sure. Take a breath first, then exhale, calm down,” said Soluble calming.

Moments after the conversation closed, Kinanti was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Then, he walked towards his room to continue the pile of manuscripts that were already halfway through.

I think back to remembering my husband. He took the cell phone he had put in his bag. Again, he pressed the number one rather long, the name Surya appeared on the phone screen.

However, unfortunately until this afternoon, the phone call remained unconnected. It seems Surya is still busy with patients. Kinanti just remembered, if last night, her husband did tell her that there was a child with a serious illness that would be dealt with today.

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Aksar stepped up firmly. After asking someone who passed by in the corridor, he headed for Rosalina's room. It was likely that the editor-in-chief had been waiting for him for a long time.

Aksar's daydreams were broken when he arrived at his destination. Aksar knocked on the door. After being invited in, he smiled kindly as he greeted Rosalina who was still single at the age of 46 years.

“Wow! The amazing! Sorry I was quite surprised and did not prepare anything to welcome your arrival, Mr. Aksar.” Rosalina welcomed Aksar's arrival while tightly grasping his hand.

The Batak woman then invited Aksar to sit in a teak chair located near the window.

“I'm also sorry for coming off schedule,” Aksar replied kindly. His eyes swept across the entire white-walled room.

“It is an honor for GrewMedia for Mr. Aksar's attention to us. Sorry for the first impression that may be less interesting.” Rosalina was still with a fluffy smile sitting in front of Aksar, linking her fingers.

Aksar smiled at a glance. “No problem. That's not a big thing.”

“This is the first time I've come face to face with you. Something once, yeah. Frankly I am a little nervous with the author who has been very mysterious behind his big name. It is fitting that many readers say if you are like a fantasy figure in their imagination,” said the thin-faced woman earlier. Pixie hair model with short bangs is very in harmony with the shape of his face.

Perhaps this is one of the attractions of Rosalina that makes most people feel at home looking at her, although it is undeniable that her sweet face is very different when it comes to work.

Again, Aksar just threw a smile at what Rosalina said.

“Hm .. so what brings a special Right Man here today? I hope that's good news for Grewmedia.” Rosalina said expectantly.

“I am indeed interested in entrusting the manuscript of the third novel to Grewmedia, although there are offers from other publishers which if viewed from the royalty value is actually higher than this offer.”

“I make sure your manuscript is in good hands, Mr. Aksar.” Rosalina tried to convince. “One thing that Mr. Aksar needs to know, that this third novel project has been glimpsed by one of the production houses to be a film. You can imagine when the story of this novel entered the industry, it would obviously be a good thing later.”

Aksar was still not reacting, continuing to listen to Rosalina's explanation casually. Although without the lure of it, he had intended from the beginning to put the manuscript to the publisher where Kinanti worked. All for one reason so that he could get closer to Kinanti.

The discussion went quite long. After reaching the consensus, the two shook hands as a contractual agreement moment for the latest Aksar novel.

“Lantas? Will my story be arranged according to market demand?”

“Hm ... yes, it could be. In fact, we have thought about what kind of marketing for your novel later. Let's see the contract more clearly.” Rosalina gave a copy of the contract to Aksar in a fiery spirit.

“To be frank I am not a writer who writes according to a booming trend. I write as I think. Whatever the reader will say about me.”

Rosalina fell silent, closing her lips together. Obviously he had little trouble guessing the way of Aksar's mind. The woman rolled her eyes, as if she was sorting out a word that was about to come out of her mouth. After that, he saw Aksar standing looking out the window.

“But, if indeed this will attract a lot of benefits both parties, maybe I will consider changing the flow a little, with one special condition of course.

“Terms? Okay, if possible I will gladly try.” Rosalina steadfastly welcomes negotiations from Aksar.

Of course the woman will grant whatever Aksar requests. The shadow of the profit that will be obtained if the sale of the third novel Aksar bestsellers on the market, as if it was waiting in plain sight.

“This working contract I will sign at home. I will sign the contract on condition ... make sure Kinanti Ayu is the editor of my script later. Deal?” bargain Aksar with a serious facial mimic. He stretched his hand towards Rosalina.

“Deal!” rosalina answered without thinking. He shook tightly the hands of the handsome man, a satisfied smile emanating from his face.

Both headed for the exit.

While leaving, Aksar turned to Rosalina and said, “One more time, I want Kinanti who took the contract at my home this weekend. I wait! Thank you.” Aksar passed leaving a big question mark on Rosalina's mind.

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