Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
27. Don't Be Sick
"mother" called Fajri softly when she saw Fajira sleeping on the bed. They had just been chatting, but the young mother had already fallen asleep after turning off her phone.
Fajri's eyes glazed over the condition of the woman he loved the most. Slowly he changed his clothes with casual clothes that certainly he did that slowly so as not to disturb the sleep of the queen mother.
After that he washed his hands feet and face, not forgetting to lock the door again before going up to the bed. Fajri looked at Fajira gently, slowly his tears fell because he was no longer able to stem the emotions he had endured with all his might.
The little man had never found his mother lying sick like this, so Fajira's current condition was very hard hit and also confused because he did not know what to do.
Slowly Fajri changed the compress cloth lying on Fajira's forehead. With still holding his urge Fajri put the cloth back on the head that still feels hot. She was very afraid that Fajira would get sick and leave her alone.
"hiks... hyix..." The issue was increasingly sounding bitter, so that made Fajira woke up from sleep and was surprised to find his favorite child was crying bitterly at this time.
"honey, why son?" fajira asked in a hoarse voice and sounded very panicked.
"hiks mother." she hugged Fajira tightly.
"why dear? is there something evil with Aji? tell Mother son. Speaking of mother" said Fajira increasingly panicked with various kinds of negative speculation.
What has bajing*n done? does he know who Fajri is?.
"Mother don't get sick Aji doesn't want to stay alone"
huh....
"Mother is not papa dear, Mommy just needs a rest son" said Fajira sighing in relief.
"are we just taking our mama's medicine?" he said to look at the eyes of the mother.
"Mother is on medication, son. Aji's eating, baby?"
"already Mother, it was in the same bribe of Irfan"
deg...
"yes son?" fajira was surprised
"yes Mother. Has your mother eaten?"
"yet, Mother has not eaten"
"hiks.. whereas I eat well there, but here the mother has not eaten "Fajri back sobbing.
"not papa dear, Mother does not want to eat, soon Mother eats son. Already yes Mommy is not papa, Mommy is still here to accompany Fajri" said Fajira stroking the small body gently.
"hiks... Aji dear Mother, do not leave Aji mother"
"Mother will not leave Aji son, Mother here just as Aji continues"
"The mother must recover quickly, do not get sick" he said still sobbing
"yes son, pray Mother to heal quickly yes"
"yes Mother"
They still embrace each other releasing emotions that are still felt by each other, until Fajri fell asleep in the arms of the body that still feels hot. Slowly Fajira laid Fajri on the bed and stroked her head gently
muech...
Fajira kissed softly Fajri's cheeks and forehead so that the little boy was not awake in his sleep.
tring...
📩 from Om Irfan.
"Fajri, if Mommy is healthy later tell om yes, so we can meet again son. Ah yes Aji washing machine has sold 2500 units and 1700 units of tweezers. Looks like Aji's gonna be a billionaire in a few days, son.
Hopefully our cooperation will produce more, son. Let Aji be able to buy Mommy a house as aji tells aamiin. Greetings to mother"
So the message read by Fajira from Irfan sent through Fajri's phone. The young mother was quite surprised by the total products that had been sold.
What's this much? even though there are no two hours of the engine launching. God what my son will be sultan after this. Bathin Fajira grimacing.
Fajira looked at Fajri who had fallen asleep, really at this time his biggest fear was losing Fajri. Moreover, the company of the crazy man has been moved to the city where he settled.
What should I do to not see them again. Her bathin was frustrated and grabbed her long hair.
Slowly tears flowed beautifully on those smooth cheeks, Fajira held back sobs so as not to wake her only son. He could not bear to lose the little prince whom he had borne with great difficulty.
Lord what should I do toriks.don't separate me from my son, he's all I have.
Her crying deepened so Fajira chose to head to the bathroom immediately and tried to drown out her crying. While washing the face, Fajira massaged the lower part of the eye so as not to look puffy and become a question for Fajri later.
When he finished, he saw his cellphone lying on the desk Fajri. His eyes are patterning the incoming messages from contacts that are not stored in his phone.
📩 from +628*********
"The parent company has moved to your city and you are getting closer. I hope a lot with you Fajira, lest you meet or Mr. Irfan will kill me if you know we met a few months ago.
How is it up to you I can't do much because you guys are so close, just haven't met, I hope you're smarter than before.
Don't reply to this message!"
Once the contents of the message sent by someone and be sure if the person is Ray. As if overwritten by the earth, Fajira's head felt heavier and throbbing reading the message earlier. Before lying down again, he deleted the message so that it could not be read by Fajri later.
Slowly he lay down on the bed and put his hand on his head while thinking what he should do for the rest.
I was wrong, I shouldn't have given Fajri permission to cooperate with them. What should I do aaarrghhhhh!!!.
It's impossible if I don't meet him, his company isn't far from here, and Fajri? they will definitely meet again.
Fajira looked at Fajri and stroked his head gently.
It seems I have to prepare mentally and heart, whatever happens later I have to defend Fajri whatever way, do not let the dog*n take my son. Yes Fajri my son is only for me he's mine. Mommy will do Anything for Fajri son. Do not go away from Mother the slightest item and Mother does not allow it. The mind is having a firm dialogue.
Fajira is determined to do anything for Fajri and his future. He did not want the child he had raised with great difficulty to be taken for granted, even by his own father.
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TO BE CONTINUE