Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
142. Truth

"What's the truth that your man said earlier?" Ask Fajira quietly to irfan.

They are now lying on the bed. Fajira leaned against Irfan's field chest while stroking her stomach gently.

"I think it's true, baby, because they can't possibly tell me a lie!"

"True too, Mom! If they have debt, they will accept our offer! it's even saying I don't know the kid's at profit! a human who doesn't know himself!" fajira Umpat.

"Sstt... Yes! you're pregnant again, don't talk ugly, not good baby!" irfan calms Fajira down.

"Now, rest. We'll talk about it again tomorrow!" continued.

"Yes, Mas"

Fajira closed her eyes, but she felt something very disturbing.

"Have you forgotten?" ask Irfan with a grin.

"Hehehe, just one, baby, I'm so sleepy!" said Fajira yawned.

"aiihh he said..."

"One more debt!" fajira Grin.

They immediately carried out the heat struggle slowly. While Fajri had slept soundly while hugging his favorite bolster pillow.

Until the morning, they were still sleeping in thick blankets with hugging each other. Cool air tends to be cold, making them feel at home in a room without AC it.

Irfan slowly blinked his eyes, he looked around, his net caught a wall clock that had shown at 8 am.

"It's noon, huh?" ask Irfan. He saw Fajira and Fajri still hugging each other while making his arms as a pillow.

"honey, is it still sleepy? honey?" call Irfan wake Fajira by caressing his wife's distended belly.

"Abang, wake up! it's noon!" irfan.

"Yes, dad, in a minute! hug!" fajri whinek while hugging Fajira.

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Tok.tok...

"excuse me, ma'am!" said auntie while knocking on the door.

ceklek...

"What's bi?" yang Fajira who was still wearing a towel.

"Outside there are mothers who want to meet the Madam!" said aunty.

"Later to see, bi. I'll put some clothes on!"

"well, if you'll excuse me!"

"yes, bi. Thank you." Thank you."

Fajira again closed the door and immediately put on her clothes.

"Who's dear?" ask Irfan who just put on Fajri's shirt.

"there are mothers who want to see me, Mas. But I don't know who"

"Yes already. Yuk, let's go out first. Dad is hungry. It's too late for breakfast!" irfan said looking at the clock showing at 9am.

They immediately went out to the Dining Room for breakfast first. But Fajira opts out to see who wants to meet him.

"where's honey?"

"Go out first, Mum! I want to see who wants to see me,"

"Do I need to meet?" irfan was worried.

"no papa Mas, I can be alone" Fajira smiled and gently stroked her husband's firm jaw.

"Yes, already. Careful yeah!"

"yeah!"

Irfan returned to the dining room, while Fajira soon saw who was waiting for him.

The pregnant woman peeked behind the window curtain, making sure that those who came were not bad people.

His eyes were puffed up when he saw who was standing looking at his house with a sad look. Fajira immediately opened the door, their net met with haru's gaze and a longing that erupted.

"mother?" lirih Fajira's.

"Mother!" shout Fajira. He walked quickly towards the middle-aged woman who was still pensive.

"Fa-fajira? Fajira my son!" his screech was trying to penetrate the tight guard that was blocking him.

"let him in!" fajira.

The guards let the middle-aged woman run after Fajira. They hugged each other channeling a deep longing.

"Where have you been, son? I've been looking for you all the way to the city. but I didn't see you.. hiks.. forgive mom!" nurma's mother cries while hugging Fajira.

"Sorry Jira, ma'am. Jira has to leave mom because they want to do evil with me!" sobs Fajira invites Irfan and Fajri to catch up with them.

"Our mother's in yuk!" fajira told Nurma's mother to enter the house.

"they're how, son?" she said she pointed to the two people who were with her.

"Let them in. Um!" fajira said to the guard.

They immediately went into the house. Fajira still holds the hand of Nurma's mother because she does not want to lose this middle-aged woman again.

"sad?" call Irfan with a confused face.

"Mas, here! introduce him Mother's brother. I lived with my mother after my father and mother died" Fajira said with tears streaming down her eyes.

"Fajri here salim used to be the same grandma, baby!" fajira called Fajri.

The little man looked at Fajira. He did not even listen to his mother's words.

"Aji? salim used to be with grandma, baby!" Fajira.

The little man obeyed. He kissed Nurma's mother's hand and looked at her closely, then compared her to Fajira's face.

"Mother looks like that grandma!" said Fajri plain.

"Dear, this is Grandma's brother, just like Oma too!" said Fajira smiling sweetly as she stroked Fajri's head gently.

Irfan was still pensive while standing near Fajira. He felt the figure of his wife's parents was on the mother. Guilt arises, he wants to apologize for what he has done to Fajira but he remembers there are still others there, so Irfan undoes his intentions.

"Mass?" Call Fajira when she finds her husband still silent.

"here!" call Fajira again.

"I-mom" said Irfan kissing the middle-aged woman's hand long ago.

Nurma's mother was just stunned to see who was kissing her hand. Although he did not know who the man who became his daughter-in-law, but rumors reported that the handsome man in front of him was Irfan Dirgantara.

"This is Irfan, Mom. He's my husband!" fajira introduced her son and husband.

"Thank you, son Irfan. Karna had received Fajira and took good care of her," Nurma's mother looked at Irfan as she held back her tears.

"no, mom! don't thank me. I'm the lucky one because Fajira wants to accept me, mom. Please bless us!" said Irfan squirming at the feet of Nurma's mother.

Fajira was surprised and widened his eyes to see Irfan's treatment of his mother's brother.

"Dear mother's son, son! happy him. Fajira has suffered a lot after the departure of her parents!" said Nurma's mother stroked Irfan's head.

"yes, Mom. I promise I will make Fajira happy" Irfan kissed Nurma's mother's hand again and she stood and sat on the empty sofa.

"Mom ate?" ask Fajira gently.

"already, boy! Mom ate. Jira's eating, son?" Say Nurma's mother with teary eyes.

"Not yet mother. Jira stay first, ma'am. Jira wants breakfast!"

"Yes, kid, eat first"

Fajira passed by leaving Nurma's mother and two others.

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"Mother seriously? they're loan sharks?" pekik Fajira was surprised.

"So son, even we were forced to borrow money from them with huge interest!" Say those mothers.

"It turns out to be true, they lied to me last night!" fajira said emotion.

"calm down, son. That's why I came here to see if this is really you!" Nurma's mother.

"it's just fine that they can live without working!" Fajira said emotion.

Luckily, Irfan was in the room. Somehow the handsome man suddenly had a job that made him unable to be disturbed by anyone.

"She has also been spreading rumors that are not about you. He said, the idea of being a rich brother himself was not helped, even expelled and even almost shot! said the mothers complained about the news that had spread in the village.

"God. They really! Even last night, Sandi's uncle said if they were in debt as much as 300 million, even he was willing to commit so that I could help him!" fajira said emotion.

"Have it, let it go, boy! Remember, you're pregnant!" said Ibu Nurma stroking Fajira's distended stomach.

"how many months?"

"if there are no obstacles, next month is born, mom!. I'm coming with Jira to town! Jira needs mom!" said Fajira glazed.

"Did your husband mind, son?" Ask Nurma's mother in surprise.

"No ma'am, Irfan won't mind!. I'm with Jira, yeah!"

"Yes, kid! thank you!"

They hugged in the atmosphere. Nurma was a childless widow. She is the only biological sister of Mother Fajira.And she is only a relative who really accepts Fajira in her toughest time. But because of Sandi's intention to sell it, he decided to leave the village and leave Nurma's mother alone.

They were still talking about many things, until noon. But the sound of car sirens distracts them.

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TO BE CONTINUE