
When he was on campus, Fajira was lucky because the lecturer today did not enter, so he chose to go home and could accompany Fajri at home. But when he was about to leave he was arrested by Vino who happened to want to meet the young mother.
"Ji, where are you going?"
"i want to go home, brother. Can I help you?"
"can you talk for a second?"
"hmm but not for long, brother"
"yes, let's just talk in the cafeteria"
"yes"
They walked together to the cafeteria which was still rame, even though the day was already late in the afternoon. They sat face to face while ordering drinks as friends chatted this afternoon.
"hmm why don't you ever reply to my message Ji?"
"uh? brother sent me a message?. Sorry, sister, I've been busy lately so rarely open the phone"
"yes, it's okay Ji. Do you have a boyfriend or not Ji?" ask Vino to the point.
"i don't have a boyfriend yet, sister, why do you ask me that?" asked Fajira frowning
"that's when I can be his candidate"
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"sister don't worry, there are still many women who are better than Me" said Fajira surprised.
"yes, there are probably many better women, but for your sister, it's the best Fajira. Give your sister a chance to get close to you"
"i don't forbid anyone to get close to me, brother. But for now I want to focus on college and my son first"
"kid?" asked Vino wince.
"yes, didn't you know I had kids?"
"so that little boy isn't your brother?"
"not my brother, he's my real son"
"do-means you're married?" Fajira only smiled in response to Vino's question.
"but you live in a dorm, right? it's impossible to bring a man inside"
"how can I prove that I brought Fajri into the dormitory"
"doesn't mean husband?"
"oh husband, far out of town"
"ja-so you?"
"if no one wants you to talk about, I say hello. My own son's at home"
"iya Ji. Be careful" Vino said still unexpectedly.
Fajira passed by and immediately rode his motorbike back to the dormitory. While Vino was still sitting there with a face of surprise and disbelief.
Is it true what Fajira said? is he married and has a child?. I have to make sure of this. Bathin Vino has not given up.
Fajira rushed home, but he stopped by the market first to buy some of the kitchen needs that had been exhausted.
After finishing shopping, Fajira decided to go back to the dormitory. But when he reached his room, the door was still locked from the outside and looked dark. Without waiting for a long time, Fajira immediately opened the door and turned on the lights of her room.
If only press the contract Fajri should have gone home. He gave me a message at 15:30. It should be done, right?. bathin Fajira asked himself
He picked up the phone and immediately contacted Fajri, because the time had shown at 18:00. The phone rang indicating if the call was connected, but until the ringing of the phone ended Fajri never lifted it. The first call, the second until the fifth call Fajri did not also raise a call from him, as well as Uwak.
"where are they? do I have to follow Fajri there?" Fajira rubbed her hair back.
"whatever happens later, I have to go find Fajri. Don't let that man hurt my son" Fajira's emotions rumbled.
He took the key back and left after successfully locking his room back. Fajira's heart beat faster when the motorbike he was carrying was parked in a special place in front of the cafe.
Fajira, who was wearing a hat and mask, went into the cafe and asked one of the waiters there.
"excuse me, brother, is there a reservation on behalf of Mr Ray?"
"yes, brother, what's wrong?" ask the employee suspiciously.
"is it over, brother? my son is in the picture"
"not yet, they're still inside"
"well, thank you, brother"
"yes"
Fajira chose to wait for Fajri who was still inside, rather than just mending mesan drink, he said. Fajira is still faithfully waiting for Fajri with a heart that continues to beat faster. The more he tried to neutralize his heartbeat, the stronger the heartbeat felt.
Please calm down for a moment, dear heart, lest we mess up and be found out with them.
Fajira was still faithfully sitting there until his son came out of the private room. While trying to neutralize his heartbeat.
While in the room, Fajri and Ray had finished talking about related things about their products later. The intelligent Fajri makes Ray again fascinated with the intelligence possessed by the genius child.
"om think it's enough here first yes son. sometime we connect again" said Ray ended the conversation.
"iya om, Aji is also worried that Mother will look for Aji because she has not returned" he said surprised when remembering Fajira.
"yes yes, Yaudah yuk we come out again, do you want to take me between kids?"
"thank you, but Fajri came home with uwak alone"
"yes we're out"
As they leave the room, Ray and his assistant walk straight to the car, while Fajri also walks towards Uwak's motor park.
Fajira's heart felt like jumping when he saw Ray walking nearby, but he could only duck and turn his face so as not to be seen by Irfan's minions.
And soon after he saw Fajri who was carried by Uwak. Without waiting for a long time he immediately called his beloved prince.
"Fajri" softly Fajira called out to him.
"eh Mother is here. Uwak Aji wants the place where Mother used to be" said Fajri surprised.
"Why are you here, baby?" fajri asked softly after sitting on Fajira's lap.
"why Aji did not give Mother the news, Mother is worried about you, so the mother and sister came here" said Fajira.
"muach, don't be mad I'm haughty. Aji's phone did not sound, so did not hear if Mother called"
"Did Aji go home with Mommy?" ask Uwak.
"iya Wak, Uwak want to go home or sit here first?"
"The boy wants to go home, son. Fajira Uwak go home first huh"
"iya Uwak thank you very much for accompanying Fajri today" said Fajri smiling sweetly.
"iya nak equally, Then Uwak go first. Be careful going home, it's night too"
"iya Uwak thank you" said Fajri and Fajira.
"honey, you don't like Aji like this anymore" fajira's nagging back.
"muach forgive your handsome prince this mother" he said cute while winking and managed to make Fajira smile and did not stop to kiss Fajri's handsome face. Until he was surprised by the sound of a baritone belonging to someone
"Fajri om kelupaan..."
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TO BE CONTINUE