Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
146. Markings

The car continues to take Fajri to Irfan's office. The little man was still asleep with a very cute expression beside Pak Sakti. Until the car stops in the company lobby.

Pak Sakti immediately carried Fajri to Irfan's room. The little man was not bothered in the slightest by what was happening around him.

Ting....

The elevator door opened, The middle-aged man immediately swung his foot forward towards the room of Irfan right before him.

Tok..

"Master?" call Pak sakti knocking on the door.

Irfan's voice came from inside to tell him to come in.

"During the day, sir! The young master has been asleep since the school, sir!" said Pak Sakti.

Without speaking, Irfan immediately took his crown son from the middle-aged man's sling.

"Thank you sir!" irfan stroked Fajri's head inside his deck.

"sama-sama Sir!, then I go down first. You can call me if you need anything!" said Pak Sakti bowed and left.

Irfan took Fajri to the sofa, he just held the little guy down without laying him down. He picks up his cell phone and asks Ray to come to his room.

Before long Ray came as usual, without knocking and just entered.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"What time will the meeting be held?" ask Irfan.

"About 1 hour, sir!"

"My son is still sleeping, Ray. Are we just dropping out of the meeting?" tanya Irfan is still playing Fajri's hair.

"i think it's better to step down, sir! Because remember if the young master falls asleep will take at least 2 hours more. Or maybe we could just step down tomorrow?" ray gave a suggestion.

"Engh... Mother, hug!" erang Fajri moves on Irfan's lap.

"didn't he look very worried about Ray? From any side he looks very cute and charming" said Irfan blushing happy.

"Yes sir, young master does look very worrisome. I can't imagine what the young lady's face will look like!" ray smiled too.

"Yes, just a few more days he'll be born. How about you if Riska has any signs?"

"No sir, pray that I may have a baby soon!" said Ray.

They were married almost a month ago. Now Riska lives in Ray's luxury apartment.

For a moment they were silent with their own minds.

"Just get the meeting in 2 hours, Ray!" irfan.

"well Sir!"

"on the table all the files I have signed, but there are some that need to be revised and re-dataed. I wrote everything there, everything I had to do!"

"Okay sir!"

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"Aji doesn't want to work with that grandpa, Dad!" refute Fajri when meeting people who want to work with him.

"why, son? the company is great and big!" irfan said with a middle-aged man named Anderson.

"Aji doesn't like it, Dad! this grandfather once offered Aji to produce a competition time washing machine for his work several years ago. And from the way this grandfather spoke it already seemed there was a veiled intention, father!" fajri explained.

"Son Fajri, it's just you who are afraid to be deceived! I really want to work with your company!" anderson endured the frustration.

"See not want to! anyway Aji doesn't want to!" refute Fajri.

Is it true what Fajri said? it's not usual for Fajri to behave like this towards investors or anything like that. Bathin Irfan wondered.

"just look at Mr. Irfan. The company is yours, isn't all the decision in your hands? Fajri only makes Design but you produce, is not it the same as I work with you?" said Anderson.

Irfan and Fajri frowned, they looked as if they rejected the cooperation they would pursue later.

Fajri is right, this man is not good to be cooperated with!. bathin Irfan

"It seems, this cooperation cannot be continued, because this company belongs to Fajri, my son! even if it is not with you I am cooperating, it is also based on the decision of Fajri. So it looks like we can't continue this cooperation!" irfan.

Fajri sighed, he really did not like this middle-aged man before him.

"All right! if I had known from the beginning like this, I would not have come to continue this cooperation! I hope you don't regret it later!" said Anderson moving from Irfan's room.

While the father and son were just frowning.

"wasn't he the one who proposed cooperation with Dad?" asked Fajri.

"yes, baby!"

"kok it's as if we're the ones proposing his cooperation?"

"you're right, he can't get us to work together!"

"Yeah, dad! Let's just go home! Aji misses you" said Fajri down from the sofa and took his bag.

"yes, baby!"

Irfan took Fajri to walk to the elevator and immediately went home. Because they miss their beautiful angels. A feeling of happiness enveloped the father and son when discussing about the crown princess who would soon be born into the world.

Even Irfan and Fajri have also designed what will be given to his little brother. The shares' division did not escape their conversation. Until unknowingly, the car has arrived in the courtyard of their luxurious house.

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"pshhh.... Huh.. huh.. huh.." erang Fajira who felt pain in his stomach. He held his lower abdomen while clutching the nightstand.

His moans still sounded softly inside that luxurious room. Cold sweat had also wetted Fajira's body because it endured the pain. For a while, the pain that came on suddenly slowly subsided.

"would I give birth before the forecast day? Or is this just a false contraction?" ask Fajira while rubbing her sweat.

"i have to prepare myself from now on!" fajira.

He walked to the closet and looked back at the contents of the bag he would bring to the hospital later. He saw one by one the equipment to give birth later. Including some strands of Fajri clothes and Irfan clothes he also provided in different bags.

Fajira grabbed a picture frame containing a picture of his family. He looked at the photo for a long time even unconsciously Fajira's tears had been dripping on the glass.

"Dad, Mother. In a few days I will give birth a second time. Accompany the sister later in the delivery room, yes! Pray for us to be healthy here. I was lucky to find my mother when I returned to the village. Father, Mother, Come into my dream even if only for a moment. I really miss you guys, too!" fajira said softly and sounded very heart-wrenching.

Slowly he sobbed while holding the 10r-sized photo, without realizing Fajri and Irfan were standing in front of the open door and listening to what Fajira said earlier.

Slowly they approached and gently touched the pregnant mother's shoulder. Fajri was already sobbing, he immediately held Fajira tightly without making any sound.

While Irfan could only hold back his cries. He must always be strong in front of the family, although sometimes his tears fall without asking, but as much as possible he must be a crutch when his son and wife are weak.

They hugged in the atmosphere of haru. lucky Irfan and Fajri did not know if Fajira suddenly had a contraction before they came earlier.

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TO BE CONTINUE