Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
121. Adult Attitude Fajri
At night, Fajri is still asleep in the shadow of his beautiful sleep dream. The face that looks pale but still beaming, probably the effect of Hanna's arrival earlier.
Fajira observes the wound on his son's head, looks quite heartbreaking, because at a young age Fajri had to experience something like this.
My son's precious hair is no longer shaped. It must be ugly tomorrow, if the band is open. Fajri must be bald anyway?. Fajira's bathin grimaced.
Chequek...
Irfan walked into the room after finishing his work. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, just behind Fajira who was lying down.
"Aji hasn't woken up yet, honey?" asked Irfan while rubbing Fajira's stomach gently.
"yet, Mas. Is it done?"
"already, darling. Princes dad how are you today, son?"
"Dede good, Dad" said Fajira mimicking the voice of a young child and making Irfan's smile expand perfectly.
Muach...
Kiss after kiss given by Irfan to his beautiful wife.
"I Love You, Honey. I love You! muech..."
Irfan looked at Fajira softly and smiled sweetly. I am so grateful to have this beautiful woman.
"What's up, honey?" said Fajira stroked softly Irfan's firm jaw that has been grown by fine feathers and feels very tickling if Irfan swiped on his smooth cheeks.
"no one! I miss" Irfan said in a hoarse voice.
"rest first! you just finished work. soon Fajri must also have woken up" rejected Fajira subtly.
"yes, baby." Irfan lay behind his wife.
The burly hand slowly coiled up while gently stroking the stomach which would soon let out its contents. A little princess who will be a complement to their lives later.
Slowly Irfan fell asleep while hiding his face behind Fajira's back. Smooth snoring began to sound very calm and made the pregnant woman smile.
He felt that Irfan was very busy with his work lately. I don't know, he wanted to ask and be a story companion for the husband's father, but he wanted Irfan who first opened up to him.
I hope nothing bad will happen again in the future.
Fajira feels like something has happened since they got married. He felt a little uneasy when he held the status of Mrs Irfan.
Not because he was not happy, but he always felt anxious to look after an Irfan who was highly valued by almost some women in this country.
But he can only trust his husband and hope they will take care of each other.
He still gently stroked the two handsome men who were hugging him tightly. Until the knock of the door blew his mind.
tok...
"mistress, outside there's a big madam!" said aunty.
"Send to enter bi. I can't move" said Fajira a little loud to be heard by the ART.
"well 'Him'" Aunt passed, Fajira slightly improved her appearance to make it look appropriate in front of her mother-in-law later.
Luckily, she had to raise the blanket so that she could cover the skimpy dress she was wearing.
Tok...
Chequek...
Mama Viola walked in to the little family. There was a tinge of worry clearly drawn on his face.
"Fajira" call Mama.
"yes Ma, I can't move. Irfan just slept" said Fajira when he saw the in-laws were about to wake Irfan.
"Are you stuffy, son?"
"no papa, Ma. Is the new mama here? I'm sorry ma, I couldn't welcome my mom. Who's mom here with?"
"No papa, son! Mama's coming by herself, honey. Papa left this morning out of town. How's Fajri doing, son?"
"It's better Ma, it's been on X-ray as well, luckily nothing serious happened to Fajri" Fajira explained as she rubbed Fajri's back gently
"yes, Ma. the three stitches said Irfan"
"what else is going on, son?" ask Mama to worry.
"Fajri's right leg is also sprained, Ma"
"God. Hiks..." broke out already crying Mama saw her eldest granddaughter lying sick like that.
The sobbing of Mama managed to make Fajri wake up and immediately look at the middle-aged woman who was crying.
"Omma? Oma why cry?" asked Fajri gently half-consciously.
"Where's Aji, honey?" mama asked still sobbing and made Fajri smile.
"Aji, no papa, Oma. In a few days' time, too," Fajri's outstretched hand took Mama's hand and kissed her gently.
"Oma don't worry. Aji is fine" continued Fajri smiling.
"why is it like this, baby? Oma was sad to know, when she heard that Aji had fallen, her head was bleeding" Mama said, holding back tears.
Fajri rose from his sleep and rubbed the wrinkled face gently. Slowly the pain in his head began to feel, but the little man tried to endure it.
"Oma don't be sad. Aji is fine. Do'a 'kan Aji to be healed quickly" Fajripun also joined the glass while hugging the old body that was in front of him.
"yes son, Oma always mendo'a 'kan Aji, baby!"
"Who's the same mom here?" asked Fajri again lying down because of his increasingly whack headache.
"Oma came alone, baby,"
"sure Oma hasn't rested yet, right?, does Oma want to bobo here with Aji?" tawar Fajri's.
"Later Oma rest in Oma's room, just darling. Hmm,, this time on Oma Street bought fresh shrimp, did Aji want Oma to make krispy Shrimp, honey?" said Mama enthusiastically while wiping her tears.
"Gee. Aji wants Oma. Aji wants! But isn't Oma tired?" those plain eyes sparkled happily.
"Son, honey! Oma is not tired. Aji rest again, son! I'll wake up when I'm ready"
"iya Oma, thank you very much" said Fajri smiling.
He fell asleep again because he felt a gentle stroke of Fajira which slowly can reduce the pain in his head.
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"Papa doesn't want Hurricane Irfan! he must be responsible!" Shouted Papa in Irfan's room.
The middle-aged man immediately turned around and headed to Irfan's residence when he heard Fajri's news. He even canceled some meetings and even will have a serious impact on his company later.
"Pa, stop! this is not entirely the school's guard's fault either" Irfan said quickly.
Truly this he had argued with Fajira this afternoon, he had promised his wife not to extend this matter again.
Papa looked at Irfan sharply, he felt surprised by the attitude of his daughter who seemed to have lost fangs.
"who areyou?" asked Papa while looking at Irfan sharply
"Huh? mean Papa?" Ask the man confused
"I don't have a weak child like you. Did you shut up when your son got hurt like that?" papa's sarcasm stared at Irfan sharply.
"Pa, stop. Me and Fajira have agreed not to prolong this matter. If you insist too, you can tell Fajira!" irfan stood up and immediately left the room.
Indeed, in the depths of his heart, he wanted to sue the school guard for the incident that happened to Fajri.but Fajira's words seemed to slap him many times, so he undoes the intention to enlarge this problem.
"Don't because you have power, you can act at will, Mas!. Think about other people too, what if he was the backbone of the family? what if the kids are small? Not good Mas!, living a child in a state of deprivation! Here Fajri is also wrong because he forced and Aji also jumped from the table. Please think again!." Fajira said firmly.
Such was the speech of Fajira who always ringed in his ears. He also confirmed Papa's words earlier, he was already weak if Fajira had spoken.
He decided to go back to his room and see his wife and children. While Papa looked at Irfan not believing what he just heard.
Fajira is very good at breaking into polar bears very easily! Papa appreciates your prowess, son! because it could conquer this stubborn Irfan.
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TO BE CONTINUE