Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
103. Irfan Behavior
At night, Fajri was still attached to Fajira because of his limp condition due to fever. It's not Irfan's name if it doesn't upset the little guy.
He always whined to ask that he could take turns hugging Fajira, making the little man cry annoyed while hugging his mother tightly.
"Darling, let's replace us, son. I also want to be in the hug of Mother," said Irfan poking around Fajri's waist.
"do not want dad! Mother, you evil father! huaaa" fajri whined away Irfan's hand in annoyance.
"Come on, baby. Our replacement! I miss this mom too!"
"Mother, Father huaa hiks.Aji's head is dizzy Mother!" the cry of the little man grew louder along with the headache that returned to him.
"Mas!" call Fajira while glaring.
"hehehe, come on baby. I also want to be in a hug" Irfan blinked his eyes.
"that's Mommy, Aji's filthy father continues! Amused Mother, Sick too! hyx..." Adu Fajri's.
"Mas, I'm. Another sick child is also in Becandain!" Garang Fajira looked at Irfan.
"hit your mother's father" Fajri said in his sobbing as he winked.
"don't hit me, baby!" reject Fajira while stroking Fajri's head gently.
"but father... Well, Mother, the evil father" complained Fajri when he felt Irfan's finger landed on his waist again.
Plaque!!
Fajira hits Irfan's arm so that Fajri can be calmer and not be crying anymore.
"my son, Bobo again yuk"
"iya mama" in her tears Fajri sneered towards Irfan who was already smiling wryly.
"wlee"
"Darling" he called out to Fajira.
"patience, Dad! Change yes" said Fajira.
"don't want to!" said Irfan and Fajri simultaneously and successfully made Fajita jumped in shock.
"dad is already big, said Mother if it is big must succumb to small children. Aji was a little girl, Dad, so I wanted Aji to be hugged!" Said the little man while yawning and hugging Fajira tighter and tighter.
"don't be so tight, dear. Later the dedenya kegencet"
"eh sorry Mother. Sorry brother ya dek" Fajri rubbed the stomach gently and smiled towards Fajira.
"We're bobo again, baby" asked Fajira
"do not want Mommy, Later Mommy ninggalin Aji again like that" said Fajri memelas.
Irfan just smiled sweetly while stroking Fajri's head gently. He loved to see that jealous and possessive face, looking so worried, he thought.
"Dad, don't bother your brother anymore!" fajira.
"yes baby. Here you also want to hug Mother and Aji. We're at peace, son"
Irfan took a sitting position while leaning against the bed rest. Fajira leaned against his chest and Fajri was halfway between them.
"It's raining again tomorrow, son!" irfan.
"Don't want Daddy! later brother is sick again" he said softly, even though in his heart he really wants it back.
"no papa baby, try it first, right said the doctor if not ordinary, brother will continue to hurt if it rains, baby!" Irfan said understanding to Fajri.
The little man looked at Fajira fixedly, there was expectant parasitism emanating from his eyes. Fajri would never do anything without Fajira's permission.
"Want to play rain again?" asked Fajira looking at Fajri
"Can Mommy?"the great-granddaughter slowly then re-hugged Fajira .
"May darling. But not for long, son!" Fajira smiled and gently stroked the hot body.
"Serious mother?" those plain eyes were surging with great hope.
"yes baby. But I can't do it often"
"yes Mother thank you" Fajri looks very happy while kissing his father and his mother alternately.
"now we're sleeping, son!" Irfan hugged Fajri.
"yes, Dad"
Slowly the little man fell back asleep in the lap of his parents. Irfan looked at Fajira with a warm glance, he was still not satisfied because of the incident last afternoon that made him have to go back to playing with soap. Likewise with the beautiful woman, he looked at Irfan gently with passion that began to whack his body.
That smooth hand slowly rubbed Irfan's cheek gently. He rubbed his firm jaw while smiling.
"I want to" said Irfan.
"Prophey, baby. Fajri just fell asleep"
"yes baby, don't fail again. I'm not strong" said Irfan.
"hopefully" Fajira smiled with anxiety as she recalled the incident earlier this afternoon..
"huh baby, tomorrow afternoon there's a shareholders' meeting. Do you want to come?"
"got a share leader?" tanya fajira frowned.
"Dear, you have a 20% stake in the company"
"are you serious? 20%T%. That's a lot of love" Fajira likes with eyes that are patterned.
"yes, because the shares I own are already in the name of you and Fajri"
"you're not kidding, are you, baby?"
"do I look like I'm kidding?"
"is that not too much, Mom?"
"nothing is too much for my dear wife and children. Everything I have belongs to you and our children. So never hesitate to use our money. Buy whatever you need dear" said Irfan gently and managed to make Fajira teary.
"thank you, Mum. I thought from the beginning you only wanted Fajri. I didn't know your love was big for me either"
"Is this what makes you hesitate to accept me?"
"yes, Honey. I'm sorry"
"no papa, I get it. Do not make a burden. Now that we're together, don't be afraid of anything" Irfan smiled and kissed Fajira's forehead gently.
"yes sweetheart"
I don't know who started it, the lips were against each other. They sip, smear, and explore each other's pleasure centers.
Fajira let go of their pagutan as the air supply felt thin.they fused their respective foreheads with roaring breaths.
"Darling I'm not strong!"
"slide Fajri first baby. Or we'll just play on the couch"
"yes sweetheart"
Irfan fixed Fajri's sleeping position and immediately carried Fajira to the small man's single bed.
Irfan reaped the pleasure he could only slowly get from his wife. It was as if he never felt enough and wanted it again when it came to that beautiful woman.
Irfan slowly entered Fajira after saying goodbye to the child in his wife's womb.
Finally after more than a week, even almost two weeks I fasted, Ahhh. Why can you always make me bend my knees even with just your gaze. I love you my wife the mother of my children. Bathin Irfan talks to himself.
They are racing in cultivating the seeds of love, hoping that the child in the womb of Fajira can be born healthy and safe. Being a filial child is useful later in life.
Until both are both moaning because of the pleasure that has reached its peak.
"thank you dear" said Fajira smilingly peeping Irfan's forehead and making the man chuckle.
"same my wife, my heretic" the handsome man was anxious to see his wife's behavior.
Irfan carried Fajira to the bathroom to cleanse their bodies. When they finished, they immediately returned to bed and rested. Irfan treated Fajira like a queen and made the woman smile happily and flattered.
They fall asleep in a night of warmth, a silent witness to how much Irfan loves his wife and child.
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TO BE CONTINUE
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