Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
134. Quality Time

Currently Fajri will do a check up, to see the condition of his sprained legs. Actually the little man no longer felt pain in his legs, but because he was afraid of something else, he chose to always use the bandage to heal perfectly.

Fajri is in Irfan's lap right now. Because Fajira has been a little difficult to hold the handsome little man.

"Mother, if the band has been opened, will you be able to walk?" fajri asked, looking at his mother.

"Let's try it, baby. Hopefully after this you can walk again," said Fajira.

Irfan just smiled while driving the car. Today he wants to enjoy quality time with his small family.

"After check up later, where are you going, baby?" ask Irfan.

"hmm, where are you?" Fajri tapped his chin.

"Do you want to play in the time zone?" ask Fajira enthusiastically.

"wah, may Mother. But I'm going to Aja's bookstore! hehe" said Fajri chuckled amusedly.

"aiih.. you bad boy! So where are you going, baby?" said Fajira was anxious to see Fajri's behavior.

"Bookstore at Mother's. You want to find a book about making submarines!" said Fajri sparkling while developing his hands in the shape of a circle .

Degs...

God help! don't start again!. Bathin Fajira was shocked.

"Ship diving, son?" ask Irfan enthusiastically.

"yes dad, can you? hmm but isn't there anyone selling the book?" ask Fajri seriously.

"Let's go find ya, baby! if it's not in Indonesia, you'll find it for your brother until you get it!" irfan was enthusiastic.

"wah, thank you, Dad!" yelled Fajri happy with a sparkling face.

He leaned back on Irfan with a big smile and a running brain, designing the shape of the ship forever.

"is Aji's helicopter ready, son?" ask Fajira.

"Your mother, just try again. Continue to want to make fighter aircraft but how to fly like a helicopter, Mother. It's just, you have trouble assembling it because it's wrong to keep going!" fajri was upset.

glek!!!

Fajira had trouble swallowing her saliva hearing Fajri's words. Although he often listened to his son tell stories, but he still felt it was all beyond normal human reason.

While Irfan, his mind has ventured to formulate Fajri's future plan that he must design in such a way from now on, so that his proud son can dominate the world economy with his cleverness.

"Yes, it will be later if it is healed, we try yes baby," said Fajira.

Although what Fajri does is beyond his normal limits, he can only support what Fajri does and give his son facilities, as long as it is good and right.

Slowly the car landed in the hospital parking lot. As usual they use masks and glasses so as not to be too recognized by many people.

They walked to the doctor's office that Fajri was handling some time ago. Fajira always forbids Irfan to make an appointment to the doctor, he prefers to wait his turn and has more time to tell stories with his husband or child or even others.

But Irfan is still Irfan, he has already made an appointment and picked up a queue ticket without Fajira's knowledge. Until not how long the name Fajri called and made the pregnant woman glare at her husband.

"hehehe" Irfan's grin without sin.

They immediately entered the room and checked the condition of Fajri's legs and head.

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"finally you can walk again, Mother!" fajri said happily.

"yes, kid. Tomorrow don't jump off the table again!" fajira issued an ultimatum.

"hehe is a beautiful Aji angel," Fajri winked his eyes cutely, and it looked very worrisome in Fajira's eyes.

"Where else are we, baby?" ask Fajira to her little son.

"To Mother's bookstore, which is near the campus where we bought a book how to make a plane at that time," said Fajri.

"Let's go!" irfan shouted while driving his car.

"honey, I'm hungry!" said Fajira smiling while rubbing her distended stomach.

"Well, you're hungry, Aji is hungry, too, heheh" Fajri chuckled after laughing at her.

"iihh, Mother is anxious just as you know not. Later Mother pinch Yes!" said Fajira while pinching Fajri's chubby cheeks.

"hehehe, may! but don't be so hard, Mother! It hurts," said Fajri.

Brand stop by one of the restaurants. No, it's more appropriately called a five-foot stall. When they stopped at the red light, Fajira saw a meatball cart that was very appetizing.

Irfan resigned, again he could only resign with the wishes of his wife who did not know the place.

"there you go down, Mom! Or am I going down?" keep Fajira.

"Me, but what's the message?" irfan scratched his nape.

"order it, noodles so complete 3 servings, meatballs only 1 portion for Brother, right, baby?"

"yes mother!" said Fajri, giving his thumb.

"3 plus 1? 4 servings? we have 3, baby!"

"I'm two! I still don't understand it either!" delik Fajira's.

"aha. Dad, Mommy wants to be a bear, hoop" said Fajri puffed his cheek.

"Hey! I could do something about my mother!" gemas Fajira kissing Fajri cheeks in a row.

"hehe, forgive the queen's mother! hahaha"

Irfan relented, he ordered 4 servings of noodles for his small family. He stepped out cautiously towards the trading stall.

"hmm, sir. Noodles so its 3 servings complete, one serving of meatballs only use soy sauce. Please drive to that car, sir. Here's money!" irfan said stiffly and handed the trader a hundred thousand dollars.

"well sir, please wait!" the merchant is friendly.

"thank you" said Irfan.

"sama-sama, sir!"

He walked back to the car, because it was very unlikely if he still survived there. Irfan was uncomfortable with the gazes of the women staring at him hungry.

"already, Mas?" fajira asked as Irfan closed the door.

"dear dear! I'm groggy!" irfan said, revealing his trembling hand.

"ppffttt... hahaha" Fajri and Fajira compactly laugh at Irfan.

It could be that the handsome man was groggy when ordering food in such a place. Though they also used to eat out and Irfan who always restored the menu for them. But this time he was like trying new things, whereas Fajira also often asked him to buy snacks at street vendors.

"already dong, don't hold on to me, baby!" said Irfan pouting.

"Dad is funny! when he lost to Aji, hehe," the little guy never stopped laughing.

They laughed and told a lot of things until the noodles ordered by Irfan came and immediately ate it.

Noodles so it feels very delicious, even Irfan to sweat because eating food made from a mixture of flour and meat, Irfan, it is equipped with broth sauce and several other condiments that feel very fitting on the tongue of the food-selecting man.

"shhhh ah really good!" said Irfan sambip wiping the sweat coming out of his forehead. He finished a bowl of noodles greedily and quickly.

Fajira and Fajri could only stare at the handsome man cengo.

"Mother, is that dad? how come people haven't eaten in days?" ask Fajri gawking.

"Mother don't know, baby!" Fajira looked at Irfan in disbelief.

"Pull your breath, Mom!" fajira said to Irfan.

Just imagine, Irfan who eats, even he who feels tight. And immediately feel full.

"grokk." Irfan's burp sounded loud.

"uh, sorry baby. Hmm is that okay for me? I'll order it again!" yaya Irfan while scratching his nape.

"i-iya, eat it, baby!" said Fajira choked.

Irfan spent the rations for his daughter, he felt very embarrassed by his behavior that looked very hungry.

His ears turned red when he found Fajri and Fajira who were still trying to hold back a laugh while glancing at him.

"Is Mother still hungry?" said Fajri who could not stand it.

"Mother is full dear, see father eat with greed, make Mother also full!" said Fajira looking at Fajri seriously while nodding his head.

"honey, come on. I'm ashamed of this!" whining Irfan.

"hahaha" they chuckled to see the notoriously cold, fierce and sadistic CEO looking helpless before his son and wife.

Irfan took his small family to the bookstore in accordance with Fajri's wishes.

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TO BE CONTINUE