Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
198. Departure

Elsewhere, Irfan and Fajira were having a meeting at one of the luxury restaurants in the city next door. They discussed business, but somehow Alfi Hartanto the business partner, instead asked to invite their respective wives in a meeting this time.

"So, how's our cooperation this time, Mr Irfan?" alfie smiled.

"Yes, it looks like we can establish this cooperation. I'm going to invest about 35 percent in your company!" someone who is still reading the proposal.

"Thankfully, Hmm actually there is something I want to tell you, Mr. Irfan and Mrs Fajira," said Alfi.

Irfan frowned and looked at Alfi as if beckoning to continue his words.

"I've heard how great the children are, Mr and Mrs. I intend to match up my Princess with Young Master Fajri. My daughter is a top model, sir!" alfi boasts of her son.

"No!" sergeant Fajira was quick and successful to surprise everyone.

"I'm not going to match my son to anyone! especially a business wedding like this! And I won't approve of my son marrying an artist, model or an entertainment-related!" sarkas Fajira looked at the husband and wife with a look of dislike.

"calm down, baby!" irfan held Fajira's hand.

"So this is what you mean, Mr Alfi? now I understand why you asked me to bring my wife here!" said Irfan cold.

A aura of darkness instantly filled the room when it heard Irfan's voice. Even Fajira to join the creeps listening to him.

"Business wedding? you think I'm the one who would sacrifice the happiness of my children for the sake of wealth? sorry, our cooperation is off!" irfan said firmly.

He immediately got up from his seat with Fajira and left the husband and wife. Irfan's face flushed red because he held back his anger, as well as Fajira.

"wait, Mr Irfan! Wait, Madam!" intercept them.

"never show your faces before me and my children!" irfan said before exiting the private room.

"shit!" their bait when it doesn't work to book Irfan.

"you anyway. have been said to have a conversation first just talking about this! I failed it!" wife of Alfie.

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"I thought you'd agree, Mom!" lirih Fajira while leaning on the chest of Irfan's field.

"no, baby. Our children are not random people, let them find their own life companion!" irfan hugged Fajira even tighter.

"would we just go home?, there is still plenty of time to get home before the kids go to bed" Fajira said.

"yes, we better go home!"

Driver Irfan immediately drove his car to their apartment and chose to go home using a helicopter and immediately down in the courtyard of their luxury home.

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"why are Mom and Dad home?" said Fajri who had just returned from a party with Ivanna.

"it's all done, son! they were working together with other means!" fajira

"other means how, Mother?" ask Fajri.

Meanwhile, Ivanna was very sleepy because she felt the soft caress of Fajira's hand on her head.

"They offer an arranged marriage, between you and your son!" fajira.

"What, Mommy accepts?" asked Fajri with glaring eyes.

"no darling! Mother will not agree if you get a companion who dabbles in the world of entertainment!" fajira issued an ultimatum.

"Yes, Mother. Neither does my brother!" said Fajri who also put his head on Fajira's thigh.

Irfan who saw his children being spoiled with Fajira did not want to lose. He also lies at the feet of Fajira who is still unemployed.

"hey, this is why sleep on the thighs, Mother of all?" said Fajira while shaking his head.

"engh,.. sleepy Buna!" whinek Ivanna who just fell asleep.

"Dad too!" irfan said, who does not want to lose.

Fajira resigned to let her legs become void for her son and husband. He smiled as he stroked their heads in turn. The atmosphere like this is still the same as before, they still like to struggle in order to sleep on his thighs. Especially when so many jobs and tasks accumulate, the hand caress of Fajira as if it could make their burden disappear a little.

"Anything so tomorrow, son?" ask Fajira sissy.

"yes, Mother. Pray that you will be healthy and safe while you are there!" said Fajri hugging Fajira's waist.

"Yes, honey. Be careful in the village of people, keep the words, attitudes and deeds. Don't hurt people there!" said Fajira giving wojangan.

"Yes, Mother. You will remember the message, Mother!" fajri lirih.

"The stuff, are you ready, son?"

"already, Mother. Brother also brought soap sticks, shampoo, toothpaste, face wash, brother also brought a snack suitcase to prop up the stomach later. Brother has also provided several pots, teflon, stoves and cooking ingredients," said Fajri mentioned the equipment he had provided while chuckling.

"Jaket, how many do you bring, baby?"

"hmm, there are 4, 2 comforters Brother also bring a pillow! haha kek Mo just move!" fajri chuckled.

"Mother has also cooked sambal for you there later, just heat it up. Every week, have your people stop by here to pick up the sambal before sending the goods!"

"yes, Mother. There you'll be fine, Mother don't worry!"

"yes, baby!" fajira.

Which mother's heart is not restless if far from her children, especially in a long time. Fajira had also prepared a lot of food for his son later, the day before going to the next town, he cooked a variety of dishes that could be durable and put them in a special bag to freeze food.

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"be careful, baby!" said Fajira hugging Fajri while holding back her crying.

"yes, mother," said Fajri choked.

He could not afford to be separated for so long with his family, even likely they will not be able to communicate later.

Ivanna don't ask. He hiccups while holding Irfan and does not want to look at Fajri at all.

"Dec? Brother's leaving again, won't Dede hug, brother?" said Fajri softly.

Ivanna just shook her head while holding back her cries. He pressed his face against Irfan's chest so that his cries could not be heard.

"yes, then you go first, baby! take care of Mom and Dad!" said Fajri glazed over while stroking Ivanna's head.

He turned around when he did not get a response from Ivanna, but when he was about to walk, Ivanna hugged him tightly from behind.

"don't go again!" ivanna said.

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Fajri could no longer hold back his tears. He turned and clenched Ivanna tightly and tighter.

"Send Brother a letter every week yes, later you will also leave a letter to Dede from there!" said Fajri trying to master his emotions.

"already, yeah! don't cry anymore!" said Fajri rubbed Ivanna's tears and kissed her little sister's forehead.

"quickly go home!" ivanna tried not to cry anymore.

"yes, two months, just two months, brother over there. Don't forget to order baby!" fajri.

He said goodbye to his family and immediately stepped onto a private jet that was ready to depart.

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TO BE CONTINUE

strengthen the hearts of Mu Fajri and Ivanna 😩😩