Diamond & Head Casper
Tactics That

Hearing a giggling sound from inside her daughter's room, Nila's mother felt petrified, then gawked into it. "Honey ..," she said as her whole body perfectly entered the room.

"Eh, Mommy." Diamond suddenly silenced his mouth with a palm.

Nila's mother slowly approached, then hugged the princess' body from the side. "Why are you laughing alone?" tanyanya who began to use a subtle interrogation style while gently stroking the shoulders of Diamond.

"Here, Mah, um, I read a comedy novel" he replied trying to cover up the real reality. Because there's no way he's going to tell his mother about Casper's ridiculous behavior.

Nila's mother smiled brightly, there was not the slightest sign that she did not believe the reason. "Oh .. This is your phone." Handing over a six-inch flat object that belonged to his daughter.

Flabbergasted diamond. Focus on facing your mother. "Well, how can it be the same mama?" the question is not thought out. "I thought my phone was gone" he said, realizing that since last night, it was no longer with him.

Nila's mother smiled faintly, then rubbed the head of the girl lovingly. "Last night there was a good man who sincerely delivered this phone, dear." He immediately explained the chronology of the discovery of telecommunications equipment owned by his daughter without missing the slightest details.

Diamonds are just beards listening to the full story of the mother, like a child listening to a fairy tale before going to bed.

After finishing with her mission, the woman who was almost half a century old waltzed out and left Diamond with a thousand questions about the mysterious figure who was said to be kind.

Who exactly is that guy? Diamond murmured in his heart while twirling the phone in his hand.

"Well, you're curious about that guy?" knock the Fucking Head as it approaches the Diamond. The arrival of his mother had made Diamond forget that Head Casper was still eavesdropping there.

Diamonds were slightly jumped, almost the phone he was holding was detached from his grasp. "I think I should say thank you to that person," Berlian said as if asserting the Chief Fucker.

"Stranquil, Diamond. We will help you to find the guy, really," said the Head of Syantik with passionate enthusiasm.

"Why are you the spirit?" asked Head Koneng as if kissing the suspicious gelagat from his gelatinous friend.

Of course, it makes the Head of Beauty smile meaningfully.

"Well, I know if you've smiled like that model." Potato heads also suspect the same thing.

"What else if not torn bread," added Head Kunti who had been more silent. Maybe he has a toothache? Ah, maybe gum swelling too.

Hearing the curse for the sake of a curse means sarcasm from the lips of the application ghosts, making Diamond relentlessly shake his head while turning his eyes lazy.

"Bored?" Last Chief asked the Diamond. The cute girl nodded her ass.

"Auto wrote it," he suggested, raising his eyebrows. That's what diamonds have been doing since.

The girl turned back to face the loppy, then began to concentrate on her dress.

"On the guy who was told ama nyokap you earlier, justin the storyline that will bring you ama him."

The seven Casper heads then flew, one by one back into their habitat.

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The wind seemed to be sitting with a serious facial expression staring straight at the laptop sitting in front of his desk. Not that he was serious about work, but a handsome man whose age almost stepped on the head of three, was seriously reading one of the online novels, the pen fruit of the girl who is his little friend.

"Lian ...," she wrote almost inaudibly. "It turns out our story is still recorded in your memory, so you are willing to write and publish it to the public." The wind was stunned as well as moved. He did not expect Diamond to lift the story from his personal diary.

Both of his eyeballs are still attached to read line after line of beautiful sentences that are strung together, with simple vocabulary polish, but full of meaning. "Our little dream is also still you confirm, Lian." His full pair of lips still continued to chirp along with the ritual of reading it. "I've also been a Professional Writer, even a Publisher, but ...." Not yet finished Wind continued his sentence, the door of the room seemed to blur about thirty degrees.

"Mr ...." Coupled with the sound of the rainbow that must have blown its concentration.

He lifted his thin face, then asked, "What's wrong?"

"Courtesy of PT. Free Work has arrived here, and is represented by a .. woman," explained Rainbow who only peeked from the gap of the door of the room.

"Oh, yeah, just tell him to come in!" the command of the wind without further ado.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door with the sound of a rectangular flat object, perfect. Appearing the figure of a woman with a posture not too high, brown skin color, and a face sweet enough to look at.

"Zoya ..," said the Wind and stood up to welcome the arrival of his guest. The woman dressed as a typical Muslim woman, then smiled in response to the greeting of the ruler of the room. "Please sit!" he also sat his body back. Not to forget also he asked Rainbow to bring drinks for Zoya.

"I can't linger, Ang. There was the launch of several books that demanded my presence" he concluded with great politeness.

"Well, this Publisher Mother seems a little busy, all right." The wind piled both elbows on the table. "Where should I sign?"

Zoya placed a pink map on the table, took out a piece of paper inside, and handed it to the Wind.

"If it comes to your company, then I'll have to intervene" Zoya replied with a relaxed expression.

The wind chuckled small. "Are you afraid that I'm going to change the side of the deal?" ask the handsome Pakistani man.

Zoya rolled both her eyes puffed. "Come on, Cyclone Wind. The work of the writer I suggest to you is not a canned work. If you'd only met the writers once, I'm sure you'd be gobsmacked." The light brown hooded woman placed her body on the back of the chair.

"I just need their work, not the person," the circus Wind after he finished putting his mark of approval on the white paper.

"Ah, you always do. You think without the author a work can be created?" Zoya seemed to be ignited by embers of emotion. He did not end up thinking with the attitude of the wind that seemed arrogant.

But the wind just smiled faintly in response. "Aren't we supposed to appreciate it their work, Zee?"

Zee is Zoya's last name. Yes, Zoya Zee.

Zoya pulled her body from the back of the chair, then looked at the Wind with a dislike look. "You're wrong, Ang! It is precisely the author that we must appreciate, so that they continue the spirit of creating more extraordinary works!" strictly speaking, not to lose.

Zoya is a Young Director of a Publisher and Printing company that has been working with the Wind company. They support each other in any case, because indeed they have been friends since sitting in High School. In addition to the figure of the mother, only Zoya is a woman who can melt the heart of the Wind if she is in stubborn mode. However, so far the relationship between the two is only limited to friends and coworkers, no more.

So, you guys don't have to worry!

The wind breathed a rough sigh. "I'm sorry, I'm not arguing."

Zoya also does the same, then packs the file, then moves on from the contest. "Thank you for the cooperation, Mr. Windstorm," he said in a professional tone without any frills of negative emotions.

The wind just smelled a smile. More precisely, he was holding back a laugh. "Zee," he called again when Zoya was at the door. "Don't forget to close the door again!" before he laughed out loud.

Zoya unsheathed a look of dislike, then rushed out of the Wind room after closing the door.

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"Where, Nov?" magisna asked Novi, who had just sat her body in the steering wheel. Because earlier he did not participate in the delivery of a work contract letter submitted to the Wind.

Whahuh? How could?

You confused?

Keep their conversation until the end!

The typical Muslim woman who met the Cyclone was Novi Artikasari, Director of PT. Free to Work; Publisher and Printing Company Books, as well as the Author of this novel.

Still confused?

Continue on!

"That's tape people call you by the name of laen?" ask Magisna who is getting kepo.

Novi glanced at Magisna, then asked, "You're having a conversation I had with the Wind, earlier?" Looking at Magisna with a suspicious look.

"Hehe, this Jibril titipin was for spies." Magisna pulled a black object, shaped like a headset attached behind the folds of the veil that Novi was wearing.

Novi again grunted in annoyance. "Kek gini nih if hiring his own friends, the Director is also supervised," said Novi who began to drive his car at Medium speed.

"Pan for your sake too, Nov," said Magisna with a grim face. "Kalo Angin assortment ama you, 'kan we can immediately attack," he said giving a further explanation of the purpose of the stalking he did.

"Elaaah, you think the Wind is Kang Spam who should be possessed by our troops?" Novi gave a quick glance towards Magisna which followed a small ruckus from her lips.

"Yes, kali, if he uses a disguise account, auto blasphemed us-we," Magisna responded while inserting the surveillance camera into his sling bag.

"Need offend me?" Novi again bought in the direction of Magisna.

"Byeah, baper. Did you use a shadow account?" Magisna almost chuckled at the silly expression on her best friend's face.

"You remember what the wind called me, just now?" Instead of answering Magisna's question, Novi asked back, adding to the speed of his car. While Magisna just nodded and waited for the next explanation.

"Gue must use a pseudonym if in front of the characters in this novel."

GUBRAA