Diamond & Head Casper
Sampler Account

After Zoya's return, the Wind refocused on her reading. He even forgot that he had a promise to visit the Clouds.

For two days now, the man who served as Deputy Director at his company had a severe fever, so he could not enter the office.

All of a sudden, the alarm on the dashing circular timepiece on the Wind wrist, rang. The man with a sharp nose jumped, immediately remembering the original purpose of setting the reminder.

He immediately closed his laptop with an apple logo, then rushed out after checking his car contact. Not to forget also scooped up his phone lying on the table.

After informing Rainbow of his departure, the wind rushed to his car in the parking lot. As he opened the car door, a woman called out his name.

The wind shut the door of the nearly-open car, then rotated the rotation of its neck a hundred and eighty degrees.

"Wind, where are you going?" ask the woman to him. He got closer with a step.

"To the House of Clouds," replied the Wind later. "What are you doing here?" The two eyebrows were suspicious.

The woman took off her glasses, then hooked them in front of her chest, right on the middle hemisphere of the dress she was wearing.

"It just so happens to be late, can I come along?"

That question, really makes the wind bad. Because he is not used to being in a car with a woman, other than ... Rainbow, his personal secretary.

"It seems I can't, I'm in a hurry." The wind opened the car door again, then sat behind the wheel.

Without permission, he immediately moved his vehicle, crawling the road to the Cloud residence.

The woman could only bow and let go of the Wind without being able to forbid it.

Fifteen minutes later

"The doctor said I had a normal fever. There's nothing to worry about. You should not bother coming here," said Awan when Wind asked about his health condition. The handsome man of mixed Indonesian-Taiwan blood, still lying limp on his bed.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ....

Suddenly an ART knocked on the door that had already been opened. "Excuse me, Young Master. I want to deliver a drink to Mr. Wind" he said, bowing his body slightly as a sign of respect.

After getting the Nugget from the Clouds, ART immediately adds a step and puts a glass of guava juice on the table along with several pieces of cookies arranged neatly on a small plate, next to it.

"Thank you, Ma'am," said Wind with a thin smile, then sipping a drink that contains rich in Vitamin C.

After the shadow of ART had disappeared into the door, the Wind started a conversation again. "Why didn't you tell me that the script of the novel you gave up at that time was the work of Diamond?"

Clouds jerk. He did not expect the wind to remember that. Especially to remember the name of the author of the novel he read. As far as the Clouds are concerned, the Wind has not noticed that crucial thing all along. He only cares about a work, not its creator.

"You know Diamond?" The clouds linked his two eyebrows curiously.

The wind cleared his throat and threw his gaze in any direction. His eyes looked sad, not as usual. "He's the Lian I tell you about a lot."

DEG! DEG! DEG!

The Heart of the Clouds suddenly irregularly grayed. Not because of jealousy, but because of surprise.

"Isn't Diamond engaged to your sister?" tanya Awan.

The wind drew a sharp gaze toward the clouds. "Who said?" attack with a question.

"His own people say it."

JLEB

The wind scooped his face rough. No longer know what to do. Will his first love fall into the hands of his sister?

No one knows!

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After thirty and a half minutes drive, Novi car parked perfectly in the courtyard of a minimalist house, precisely the type thirty-six.

Confused?

Consider it thirty-six meters squared, when viewed from the outside and with normal eyes.

But make no mistake! There is something different from the space contained in it. If you are in it, then this mini house feels like a spacious palace.

Novi and Magisna simultaneously removed their seat belts, then gushed their tiny bodies from the four-wheeled vehicle in chili red.

Novi throws a card that is the key to open the door of the house. In a shrewd manner, Magisna's hand caught a flat object like that ATM card, the perfect motion-pulse of a professional bullet-push athlete.

The woman wearing a casual dress typical of hijab street, directly stick the card on the laser scanner located right next to the door leaf. After that he shifted to the left to give room to Novi to show his fingerprints in front of the screen. Then scanning of the iris of the eye and its heartbeat is also done as a complementary code.

It's a fucking chopper, isn't it?

How could that be?

The answer is ... because this is pure delusion, Pilgrim!

Please don't laugh!

Because this is the most powerful way to ensure the security of all assets in the building. An extraordinary asset created by hands and minds that are no less extraordinary.

Online novels!

When the door shifted to the right perfectly, the two Muslim women immediately entered in turns, accompanied by greetings and greetings from the most handsome Writers in the Singa.co Writers group.

"Kora ...," said Kenma with a still focused view of the screen in front of her. The two-meter-long screen is real in front of Magisna and Novi, with an oriental face of Kenma standing right behind the screen.

Can you imagine it?

Just imagine a slab of glass being the separator between them. However, this time it was thinner than a glass, arguably as thin as a piece of paper.

"What else is going on, Tan?" magisna asked with squinted eyes.

"Gua again mint the pseudonymous account." Kenma answered directly, but both hands were still busy pressing and sliding the screen that seemed to be moving to and fro.

"Inspect account?" This time Novi raised his voice. He put his phone on the table, then took a strap and stuffed a strawberry into his mouth, which was available there, accompanying Kenma to do her mission from now on.

Kenma glanced at Novi and Magisna in turn. "Failure of your chariot, so jan swelled mulu'," Kenma's circus as sweet as his snoring.

Instead of baper, Novi and Magisna even exchanged looks, then smiled amusedly. "We're running around for the common good, really, Tan." Magisna responded with her distinctive language. "Make the future of our work" he added, glancing towards Novi.

Then Novi seemed to push the red button on the table, with the icon of the seat image on it. He pushed the button twice. As a result, two swivel chairs came out from behind the marble on the floor. Then, Novi and Magisna pampered their bodies up there.

"Whose account do you scan?" Magisna with her goofy pretend mode chirping.

"It's a noose from the beginning, what do you do to find out, Konah!" cry Kenma with her baritone voice.

Bener also said the Se-Tan this one, Magisna satin himself while smothering his mouth with the back of his hand. His innocent smile gnawed at his round face.

Novi chuckles small. "You have the wrong question, Kun," he said. Magisna doesn't like it.

Because the call 'Kun' is often said Novi to label his jurisprudent character made like an supernatural creature named kuntilanak.

However, Novi seemed to have gotten used to saying it so he was difficult to change it. "Where do you find that account, Kenma?" Novi asked a replacement question.

"In his novel the Diamond" Kenma answered briefly.

"It's bad, huh?" This time Magisna asked.

Kenma stopped her activities, then clasped her hands. "This pseudonymity account is actually toxic to readers at N.O.V.E.L.T.O.O.N."

"Huh?"

Novi and Magisna are caught in gawking mode. Because since then Kenma language is no doubt like a tangled thread, difficult to be digested by lay thinking. Enigmatic and mysterious pretentious.

For more details, let's look at Kozume Kenma's explanation below!

A cover account is a shadow account created by an Author on this most horror app. This account is usually created with the aim to increase the number of followers, likes, and also votes for the account maker. And it was done because it did not harm others.

However, it is different from the shadow account that was deliberately made as a scapegoat. Examples such as; blaspheming the work of others, criticizing the writing of others without constructive advice, even demonizing the work of others to honor and admire his own work. The ends turned out to only do promotional mode.

Well, things like this that even make the shadow account become tarnished even cursed. Things like this actually happen often, Brother/Sister. It's just that most of us don't realize it.

"So, do you understand belom?" Kenma raised her eyebrows, trying to guess the facial expressions of her two best friends.

Novi and Magisna looked agape, not out of thought. Almost their tiny mouths simultaneously uttered a rude swearing, yet they were still ashamed of the veil they were wearing. Both of them rubbed their chests and said many words of Istighfar.

"Ken, Casper's head is turning balloons?"

The sound successfully attracted the view of the three humans facing the big screen, fixed in one direction.

Fafa!

"Well, did you name them? Kangen, are you?" Kenma in a smile mocked him.

"Kangen Casper or Son of Satan?" Novi and Magisna muttered simultaneously, while smiling no less mocking him.

Fafa rolled both his eyes lazily, then sighed softly. "This kalean .. yodah, I mao continued mamam again."

GUBRAA