My Surgaku Key Betting Wife

HIGO

Adinata Bagaskara Group....

Faris has arrived at his office, he who has been greeted by an assistant named Diki immediately stepped into the meeting room.

"Starting the meeting, how many percent of the phones we designed last month?"

One of the employees woke up and explained.

"The design of the HIGO phone is 99% pack, we have activated the system, and we have also tested the durability of the HIGO phone, which is also waterproof, waterproof, we've been soaking the phone for a day and all of the systems are still working fine"

"Kira think when we can market, because of the unlimited edition mobile phones that we issue, just like last year we will hold a large marketing, large, who dares to take it at the highest price then he will get it"

The Bagaskara company does put out advanced unlimited edition items every year, and the designer is Faris, he designs with extraordinary effort, sometimes Faris does not sleep to complete his work, the target of whatever is the design is longer three months already completed in the market, while the employees also began to be more busy with work starting from three months before the end of the year, they also help to complete every object designed by their company leaders.

This time Faris designed a phone called HIGO, a phone that is square shaped so thin as glass clear jiga.

But even so, the phone can be resilient and also waterproof, all systems are complete, even the phone is complete to detect people's data by only pointing the camera at people who want us to know their identity.

"Well, check back again don't get anything less, look at my draft data back"

"Sir Renald, are all the applications from the father's company already stored in the phone?"

Ask Faris on one of the business partners who cooperate with his company, company pack Renald is the company creator of the Application.

"Good sir"

"And you Diki, tell me how about our cooperation with EYE Croup company, about advertising our products?"

"They've already approved it, and tomorrow they'll put out an ad about our product"

"Heummm well, for today's meeting we close"

Faris stood straight out of the meeting room.

"Wiki, has Asep the same Rian already gave a report on the plantation and also the factory?"

Faris asked with a face so cold, while stepping so authoritatively.

"Already sir, I have all stored in the father's room"

"Heum, has Max, son and also Haris been reporting on spending and income in all three bars?"

He asked again, Faris did not immediately intervene if the matter of his side work, from starting the garden to the three largest bars in different cities, all relying on his confidants.

"It's Master"

"Okay, I'll check it out"

Faris entered his room, as did Diki.

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Returning from campus, Nabil and Amira immediately took a shower to attend the congregational prayer.

They hurried to get ready when they heard the azan in the ground.

Now they sit in Mushola is already in the pesantren, both hear well the sound of the azan that so calms them, all santriwati have filled the musholla to participate in congregational prayer, because for santri who violates it will get a reward.

Nabil knew very well who said the adhan, the man he admired in silence, but he did not want to hope, he could only mention the name of the man in each of his prayers.

"O Allah, if he is a servant, take care of us both from adultery, but if he is not the one for whom you are destined, then Ikhals will be the servant's heart to give up, and make slave love just for you"

Such is the prayer that Zaiyan always prays.

After they prayed together, all the santri came out of the Zaiyan musholla and Amira came out.

The two of them came out the last one, as it turned around suddenly someone called out its name.

"Assalamualaikum ustadzah Zaiyan"

Zaiyan was surprised to hear the voice that he always heard when the azan in my head.

They both turned around.

"Waalaikum salam ustadz Amir, what's the matter what I can help?"

Zaiyan asked with his face down, they spoke without looking at him.

Pesantren between men and women are not too far apart, but they will not have the opportunity to see or talk to each other.

Only ustaz who have taught in male pesantren can enter the female santri area.

Ustadz Amir is a senior who has long been in the pesantren, even he has long taught there, so that Ustadz Amir has been allowed to step into the area of the female santri complex.

"I'm sorry iftadzah Zaiyan, I just want to give you this"

Ustadz Amir immediately pulled out a white object, folded so neatly, if seen from his form Zaiyan was sure if it was a letter, there was a strange sigh in Zaiyan's heart, he guessed if Ustadz Amir gave a letter to him.

Shamefully Zaiyan took the letter, Amira only silently watched the two, after which they agreed to return to their room or room.

Ustadz Amir came out of the pesantren complex of women, he was seen smiling after giving a letter to Zaiyan.

Because in pesantren it is not allowed to bring hp, then the pesantren system is like that, if you like direct floating letters.

Only a long-taught ustadz or ustazah can carry a mobile phone.

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Zaiyan and Amira had arrived in the room, they removed the veil, veil and changed clothes.

"Nabil, what the heck Amir loves, I want to see dong, lest he like you"

amira asked enthusiastically.

"I don't know Amira, I don't know either"

There is hope in Nabil's heart that Amira will talk about reality.

"Let's open it"

Amira was impatient, Nabil took a letter from ustadz that he admired.

**assalamualaikum.....

...Sorry, if I was presumptuous because I had dared to send a piece of paper decorated with a black pen on it....

...I don't know what's going on with me right now, but after I see her, I start thinking about her, her shadow starts to come to my mind....

...I don't know how he feels, but I don't want to harbor feelings that will make God not feel....

...I just want to justify this feeling, he himself is willing, then I will beat him up, and I meet his father and mother to propose to him....

...I mean it, if I wanted to apply for Amira's ustazah....

I'm sorry if this letter is through you ustadzan Nabil, but I don't dare to give this letter to Amira's ustazah.

If you can, please give this piece of paper to Amira's graduate.

Salam from ku^^^

^^Amiruddin.^^^

...Www**,,,,...

Deg,,, Deg Deg.....

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