Muslim girl, Belong to Mr Arogan!!!
Start to worry
Trust is a sense given by someone to another human being to carry out an action given to him with a full sense of responsibility.
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The door of the room was knocked by Mr. Hardi, “Sorry Mr. Sam, I want to hand this file to you for immediate signature!” Said Mr. Hardi entering the room politely.
The financing budget report for the series of new product launch events has been completed.
“What the fuck!” Said Mr. Sam confused, there are some points that are crossed because he felt he did not agree with the nominal stated in the budget.
“Fix!!!” his orders returned the draft documents to Mr. Hardi.
“Sorry before sir, this plan I have confirmed to Mr. Herlambang and he agreed to it so...” The pace of words that will come out of Mr. Hardi's mouth restrained, kala…..
“Why is Pak Hardi so presumptuous by giving this cost budget plan directly to the leader without going through me first?” Ask Mr. Sam did not understand what the man planned in front of him, did not his rule Pak Hardi must pass through him first before handing it to Mr. Herlambang as the leader of the company.
“Sorry sir, when finished the meeting Mr. Herlambang immediately asked me to immediately email the cost budget and....” Explanation of Mr. Hardi's mouth restrained by a slow protest that Mr. Sam did to him.
“I do not agree with the budget that you make Mr. Hardi, there are some points that I think the nominal amount given is not relevant and good. please fix it and send it back to me first. This is an order and remember your position here which became my subordinate.” His statement reminded related to the rules of the company that apply.
“I'm sorry Mr. Sam, soon I will fix.” Said Mr. Hardi lowered his head and rushed out, leaving the workspace owned by Mr. Sam.
The long breath is taken, scooping up as much oxygen as possible and exhaling it slowly. Mr. Sam, his name is. He has worked for the company owned by Mr. Herlambang since pioneering first. Is the best graduate in the field of business finance and Legal Sciences in his time, educating himself to work as well as possible.
The Industrial Age 4.0 forces one to develop himself and sometimes it forms a pressure that continues to press and cause a loss of confidence in the quality of potential in themselves, a lack of satisfaction with their achievements. For the last 5 years he manipulated financial statements so neatly and very difficult to suspect. However, it seems that the presence of Mr. Hardi will be a great threat at this time, for himself. That's prediction.
Corruptors are born from the opportunity and opportunity for some people who are not satisfied with the achievements he has achieved so far, maintaining a prestige to follow some style that is becoming the lips of teenagers, the, what a despicable act. And the most despicable person is he who is good at finance and law. You know where he will manipulate the financial statements so that they provide financial benefits for individuals and know what laws can make him unconditionally released if the fraud he committed was exposed.
Truly, you seem to be in vain when the owner does not place him in the truth that he ought.
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“Diminished first Dad!” Said Mommy Sulis giving a cup of warm tea to her husband, it's already 10 pm but he just got inside the house, very quiet and quiet. They only live together, while Husna is in the boarding school.
“Mandi first yes, Mommy has prepared everything!” He said softly, age is no longer young! But love will always be young for its recipient.
“Is there an issue in the office?” Ask Mother Sulis when her husband has finished bathing and wearing sleeping pajamas.
“Slight!” He could still smile warmly.
“Don't push yourself too hard to work Dad, most important health. Mother and Husna it does not matter if we have to..” Speech restrained.
“No! You are the love and beauty I have and I will guarantee happiness in you!” Said Hardi's father smiling.
The old man suddenly missed his beautiful daughter.
The morning greeted me so quickly, it even felt so fast. He just closed his eyes. Being a priest for his wife during prayer is such a pleasant early morning.
“Mother have everything ready, here!” Two provisions were given to him by his wife.
“Thank you, Dad left first yes!” Pamit Hardi's father, the journey takes 10 minutes from the location of his house to the boarding house of the princess.
“Dad?” Dahi Husna sneered when she saw the father's car parked in front of the gate of the boarding school that morning.
“Assalamualaikum Dad!” Husna said gladly, he unwittingly embraced his first love, very tightly!
“Waalaikumsalam.” Hardi's father greeted him sincerely, food supplies given to the princess.
“Tumben Dad here?” Ask.
“Emang can't ya? Father here the beard of Father's favorite daughter.” Said Hardi's father teasing his daughter.
“Iyaya, yes how? I can't be far from this Father's daughter!” Said Hardi honestly.
“Dad there is a problem in the office?” Husna asked immediately for a guess.
“No!” The lie.
“Dad can lie with Mommy but not with Husna, Dad!” Husna. “If you can't tell Husna this time is fine, but one thing you should remember! Mother and Husna will always be there and love Dad no matter what the circumstances of Dad!” Said her beautiful daughter back, this is so sincere.
“Every boss! Happy school princess!” Said Hardi's father when the two had to separate.
“Bye bye Daddy! Assalamualaikum.” Pamit Husna kissed Father's hand and waved her hand to part ways.
Basically, a child does not need a number of goods or money to relieve happiness in him, just give affection and understand for good actions, give support and do not break the results achieved, really!!! The figure of a man named Father will feel very perfect for his favorite daughter.
The second day, it seems that the handsome man with the title of head of OSIS again failed to approach the beautiful Husna. He didn't find the girl during the show.
“Suggest that face?” Said Rama rebuking his spirit.
“Gue didn't see my vitamins, so lemes!” Said Bagas dramatizing the situation, very laughable.
“Dih, I am tickled her horror. Come on, want to unplug home.” Said “Lo not coming home?” Rama asked when Bagas was still relaxed sitting there was no movement.
“My males, ntar lah if the rain has subsided!”
“Lha you why should wait for the rain to subside? Did you bring the car?” Rama asked, not understanding.
“Males me, already want kekantin.” Said Bagas stepping away, quite heavy rain this time. Although the school has started to be quiet, but there are still some children who stay waiting for the rain to subside, even though this is an international-based school, there are still some students who go to school on motorcycles and yeah! They don't bring raincoats.
“This is called a mate!” Said Bagas, his smile again expands when he saw Husna sitting in one of the chairs on the school bag alone.
“Can I sit?” Say it politely.
“No!” Husna answered briefly, but Bagas sat in front of the girl with his grin.
“Do not move or the child of the child will disturb you!” Threatening Bagas, his index finger led to a group of male students walking towards the canteen. Ah.... can ae lizard organization this one.
“Why not go home?” Ask Bagas.
“Rain.”
“Yaudah I anterin lo go home, I happen to bring a car!” He said without saying stale, not knowing himself at all.
“Thanks for the offer, but I have no interest.” He replied politely, opening the textbook sheet he had read.
“But I want, anyways you will not rain or wetness, I......” Clearly, his tone was a little pushy.
“Hah The breath is long, “I don't like rain, and I'd rather drive when it's raining even with a car.”
“Oh sorry!” Said Bagas. “Like read?” Ask again.
“Yes, let alone the science of hadith and tafsir!” Husna was short.
“Oh yes by chance we have not been acquaintances, I Bagas.....”.
“The rain has stopped, I first sister!” Said Husna immediately running small, immediately leaving Bagas who was still sitting.
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...Sorry late update, semalem lost this chapter. huhuhu.. so write from the beginning, hehehe........
...HAPPY READING!!!!...
