Sultan's son belongs to the CEO

Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
250. Newborn Photoshoots


Safira only resigned when seeing Ivanna set the photoshoot that will be done. He grimaced to see his children who were sleeping was disturbed by special photographers in the management of the Aerospace.


Starting from dressing the twins with cloth like being in an egg, using pirate clothes, mafia clothes, Chef, even clowns did not escape to wear.


While the nosy girl, she sparkled happily when she saw the photos of her nephew so good and worrisome. He also dressed Naren and Nayla to look better.


Plaque!!


"Lo nice dong, bang! slow down! what if the kids wake up or get sick? huh piss off, lo!" ivanna said annoyed and called the photographer.


"Pardon me, Miss. I'll be more careful!" said scared.


Though this was very soft, even I held my breath so that the master and little miss did not wake up from her sleep. God help me!. The photographer was scared.


"Dec, yes! pity it's the kids in the house!" safira said she was going to cry.


"Sister, just today okay. Not again tomorrow. Promise!" ivanna smiled sweetly and hugged Sapphira.


"Pity, deck! They're sleeping!" Safira.


"Already, no papa. That's the person you're calling is already professional in this!" said Fajira who participated in the photoshoot of her twin grandchildren.


Naren and Nayla are so asleep that they are not disturbed and wake up to what is happening. The one-week-old twins look so adorable that they make everyone there want to hold and kiss them.


I was lucky to get this great job. Maybe I was the first outsider to see them so handsome and beautiful. Ah thank you, god! not even on my salary!. Inner Desi sparkling happy.


He used to take a job doing newborn photoshoots. But this time he was so nervous and afraid, because he handled these two sons of the sultan.


"Dead two more costumes, ma'am!" said Desi smiling.


"Yes, brother, go ahead, but be careful! just scuff my niece a little, see what I'll do later!" ivanna's threatening.


"Well, Miss!" said Desi nervously.


"Please! Don't worry, focus!" ivanna smiled.


But anyone who listened to her monastic tone sounded so gripping and frightening. Desi and several others worked with cold sweat that had soaked their bodies.


How not to be burdened, there must be a threat that comes out, where they are not just anyone anymore!. Inner of the photographer.


Czechs,...


Czechs,...


Czechs,....


The shoot was completed and produced a very good picture. Sapphira was able to breathe a sigh of relief, when they had stopped to take pictures of her children.


"Finally!" safira immediately took Naren and Nayla from there.


He laid his children on a special mattress in the living room, so they could sleep comfortably.


"Aunty you're a bitch, son! No one was scuffed, right?" tanya Safira was worried.


He was so worried about the baby twins, for fear that his sensitive skin would decline to them. Because from a small time Safira could not sleep and use items carelessly, because the skin is so very sensitive, so the mother gave Safira a special room so as not to mix with others.


"Thank God, Naren doesn't papa!" safira was relieved.


But unlike Nayla, the girl's smooth skin looks flushed on the neck and hands.


"Ha, right! dede's hands are flushed!" said Safira glazed.


The deg!,....


The photographers heart skipped a beat in surprise to hear Safira's words. Their cold sweat came out very much for fear of the threat from Ivanna and Fajira earlier.


While Sapphira, he does not care about them, he just wants his son to be okay. He really did not want his allergy to decline to children. Because it torments him so much, not to mention the itching and medication that must be taken.


"Why, brother?" ivanna asked when she saw Sapphira's eyes glazed over.


"It turns out Nayla, her skin's sensitive, deck. Just like, me!" Safira.


"Yes? Oh my God, I don't know, brother!" ivanna felt guilty after seeing her niece's skin.


"Sir, how's dong?" ask Ivanna worriedly.


"Please take some lotion, deck! it was in her bag" Safira said, undressing Nayla.


Ivanna rushed to get the baby special lotion, hoping to reduce the irritation on Nayla's skin.


"Yes, Mother. Even worse than this!" said Safira while applying the lotion.


"No more, no more love, brother! we'll wait for the doctor to come!" fajira.


They were suddenly anxious to see Nayla's skin, when they found some spots that looked red.


"Sister, how is this? pity if it it itches later!" Ask Ivanna.


"Hopefully don't itch, deck! we'll wait for the doctor!" safira stroked Ivanna's head.


"Sorry, aunty yes, baby! Aunty doesn't know that your skin is so sensitive!" ivanna kissed Nayla's cheek.


The little girl wriggled and started rubbing her reddened hands. Sapphira understood that she helped Nayla gently rub her skin so that the little girl would not wake up.


Safira immediately takes Nayla and Naren to the room, along with Ivanna, in order to be given breast milk. Ivanna kissed Naren's cheek, until the little man woke up from his sleep.


Ivanna was fascinated when she saw that brown eyes were open. Yanv's handsome face dazzled the eyes and almost knocked Ivanna to the door.


"God, kid! you made aunty lose her way by seeing your good looks!" ivanna chuckled.


"Hehehe, be careful aunty. Naren is a handsome guy, Fajri mah's father, passing by!" safira chuckled.


"Must dong, Brother must be more handsome than Dad huh, son! it has to be smarter too!" ivanna chuckled.


Before long the doctor came to check on the condition of Nayla who still felt itching on her skin.


"It's an allergy, ma'am. Please pay more attention to the fabric or hand hygiene when carrying, little lady. But not dangerous. This is an ointment, just apply it if there is irritation in the skin," explained the child's doctor.


"Ah, thank goodness, son! Thank you, doctor," said Safira a little relieved because Nayla did not experience severe allergies.


"Together, Madam. Then excuse me first, come on!" the doctor said with a smile.


I was lucky to see the faces of the prince and the Princess of this family. While everyone out there is looking forward to the news and seeing the face of the twins who are so handsome and adorable. Thank you, god!. The doctor's mind with a blushing face.


He immediately gently rubbed Nayla's skin and applied the ointment to the affected part of the irritant.


"Engh, oeek, oeek,. oeek,..." Nayla lay down and immediately cried.


Just when Fajri just got home from the office. He was surprised by the sparkling face when he found Nayla crying and making him anxious.


He immediately went to the bathroom and cleaned himself, then took Nayla from Safira's hands, but was intercepted by the young mother.


"Why, baby? I miss my little girl!" fajri said.


"Am I not a little girl, brother too?" ivanna said pouting.


"You're out of date, deck! You're a grown woman!" said Fajri ruffled Ivanna's hair with anxiety.


"Lhh!" ivanna said.


"Geek!" fajri Cibir. He looked back at Sapphira and raised his hand.


"Darling, I want to carry Nayla!" fajri bina.


"Can't! Nayla just slept, Mas. It turns out that my daughter also suffers from sensitive skin, just like me!" said Safira with teary eyes.


"Yes? Jesus, kid! how anyway?" ask Fajri worried.


"The doctor has arrived. Keep saying this is not severe, it's just that the cleanliness and people around must be considered so that the irritation does not continue!" Safira.


"Sir papa. I hope it's not a bad thing!" said Fajri smiling and rubbing Safira's head gently.


Lord, may I have a partner like Father and Brother, who loves family so much. No papa bucin, dear old man!. Inner Ivanna was hopeful.


They chatted in the room, without realizing Ivanna was also sleeping on the bed side by side with Naren.


Fajri and Sapphira just smiled at Ivanna who did not want to be separated from her nephew. Even for the sake of Photoshoot, he was willing to skip college one full day.


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TO BE CONTINUE


My body is still not too fit gais, early next month we are finished yes. Waiting for Ivanna's story in my next work.


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