Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
149. Ivanna Hanindya Aerospace

Fajira has now been transferred to the hospital's VVIP. By still sleeping with Fajri, they were pushed slowly so that the child and mother did not fly.

And sure enough it has been more than 3 hours both Fajri and Fajira have not opened their eyes. Though in the room there are many people and even tend to be noisy because scrambling to want to see and hold the little baby.

"What's your son's name?" ask Mama to Irfan.

"Let Fajri give his name to Adeknya, Ma!" irfan smiled.

"are you sure?" Ask Mama to doubt.

"Remain, Ma. We've talked about this before,"

"alright!"

Irfan is now looking in the mirror, on the face of his face looks reddened lines. Not only his face, neck and arms are also full of scratches given by Fajira during childbirth earlier.

I'm not gonna erase any traces of these wounds, let them go away on their own. This will be a witness, how the struggle Fajira gave birth to my little daughter. bathin Irfan glazed, while staring at the child and his wife who were sleeping.

"Bang, your son is so beautiful!" Say Mom glazed.

"Yes, that's so pretty! Similar Fajri!" connect the mother who is also in tears.

"Yes, she will be the most beautiful woman when she grows up!" irfan merona.

"Finally, Brother Jira has a rival!" chirp Riska and make everyone laugh justifying her words.

"Prepared to see Fajri's possessive attitude to his two heirs! Riska is getting more and more chuckling.

"Oh, Mama can't imagine how sad Fajri is when he sees his sister being bullied by others. Here's 'Hey you! don't bother my sister! or you'll die at Aji's hands huh!" mama said mimicking the style of Fajri who had been memorized by him.

"hahaha" everyone chuckled to the point of making the beautiful little one cry.

"eeh, what a shock, son?" said Mom holding her granddaughter.

"nigh... Mas?" lenguh Fajira while listening to her daughter's cry.

"Darling, are you awake?" said Irfan rubbing Fajira's head gently.

"When do I move?" the Fajira raspy.

"That's it, baby"

"sshhh.." - Fajira lamented as she began to feel pain all over her body.

"Where is sick?" ask Irfan to panic.

"No papa, honey. That's the dedenya bring it here first. Buar can drink Asi!" fajira lirih.

He rubbed Fajri's head and woke the little man up.

"Abang, wake up, son. Fajri?"

"engh.. hug Mother!" lirih Fajri hugged Fajira again.

The beautiful angel immediately hugged Fajri while waking the little man up.

"Abang, Dedenya wants mimi, you get up first!" said Fajira stroking Fajri's head gently.

The little man glared when he realized that he had officially had a younger sister. He immediately sat down and looked for the whereabouts of his little sister.

Degs...

He saw Irfan was holding a baby. he saw Fajira with a questionable look.

"The sliding gate first yes, son!, later bob again the same mother," said Fajira smiled sweetly.

"i-iya mother" Fajri suddenly became nervous.

But he immediately shifted a little so that the little girl could lie next to Fajira.

"Waaah!! it's pretty! Is this Aji's dedenya, Mommy?" fajri said sparkling with pleasure.

His round eyes were amazed when he saw the little girl so similar to him.

"yes, baby, right?"

"Yes! The dedenya is so pretty!" fajri said he did not believe it.

"yes, baby, it looks like a brother, right?"

"yes, mother"

Fajri continued to stare at the beautiful baby without blinking. He continued to observe his sister, even unconsciously everyone looked at Fajri with anxiety looking at the little man's cengo face.

"Dede has a name, Mommy?"

"no, honey. But you want to give Dede a name!" irfan.

"Ivanna? what a name!"

"yes, what a good name. Pinter really did you choose a name for his dedenya!"

That's the response of everyone there. Fajri becomes even more enraged when he finds Ivana smiling while closing her eyes.

"Well, Dede likes her name, Mommy!" fajri said sparkling.

"Of course it was Dong. kan brother who gave Dede his name!" Fajira rubbed Fajri's head.

Ivanna, the baby girl looked very thirsty, she took the pleasure of Asi Fajira strongly. So that makes the beautiful woman grimace.

Fajri glared at his sister. He gently rubbed the cloth that swaddled the small body.

"Dede slow down, baby! chokes later!" said Fajri softly.

Everyone looked at the little man with a smile. They were grateful because Fajri wanted to accept his sister without any drama of jealousy as he did to Irfan. Maybe this is because of his sister, maybe it would be different if his sister was a boy.

...🌺🌺...

Everyone has gone home at this time, lived a small family Irfan who is still covered with happiness. The news of Ivanna's birth has spread in various media. But all information is still closed by Irfan and assisted by Ray.

Likewise with the hospital, Irfan asked them to shut up if asked by anyone. Just save for yourself the information that has been given, if until there are media crews who know this information, then be prepared to lose their jobs!. This is the threat posed by Irfan and Ray.

Fajri and Ivanna are back asleep. While Fajira and Irfan are still looking at each other, given their struggle earlier.

Fajira's smooth hand outstretchedly rubbed the scar she gave Irfan involuntarily.

"Is this sick, Mom?" ask Fajira.

"it doesn't hurt, baby. Just a small wound!" Irfan clasped Fajira's hands gently and kissed her.

"Thank you" said Irfan.

Fajira was unable to answer, she just stared fixedly at Irfan with teary eyes. Pull the nape of her husband gently and bring their lips together.

Cup...

That was all they could do to channel their feelings. The soft kiss wrapped with the taste of haru, felt so delicious compared to before.

"i love you, my husband! a bastard who incised wounds and happiness at the same time!" said Fajira smiling and stroking Irfan's head.

"I love you too, my wife! The woman who made me a dog who only wanted a reston employee to be my only wife, forever!" Irfan.

They chuckled with strange words coming out of each other's mouths.

"Can I ask for my Ration?" ask Irfan to shine.

"can, darling! but you have to wait for 40 days or so! hehe," Fajira chuckled amusedly at Irfan's shocked bawling face.

"em-forty days?"

"poor, baby!"

The husband and wife turned to watch the television talking about them. Starting from Fajira's pregnancy, to public assumptions about the type of dark'in successor to Dirgantara descent. There are even those who discuss the intelligence of Fajri, will his sister also match his brother's intelligence?. Only time can answer all.

"rest, my dear, my wife! let her strength recover!" said Irfan stroking Fajira's head gently.

"What are you, Mas? Not rested yet, right?"

"i'll rest soon, baby! I want to wait for Mom or Mama to come" said Irfan smiling.

"Are you really fainted?"

"yes, I fainted. You know my heart is weak. Luckily he understands the situation, so I can accompany you until our son is born" Irfan smiled.

"keep me old, baby!"

"Yes, we will be together until old age, see our children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren grow up"

They chuckled, and back chatting banhak things hardened what they felt ranging from contractions to today. Until Fajira fell asleep and still clasped Irfan's hand tightly.

🌺🌺🌺

TO BE CONTINUE

Maybe some more parts will end gais.

I still doubt, between continued S2 or extra love part aja.

comments below gais. I'm afraid my story is boring, so I'm still thinking about it. Where know friends can all give advice.

thank you 🤗