Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
28. Please stay away from my son!
"Whose mother went to school?" said Fajri pouting when this morning Fajira was still lying limp on their bed. While he was neat and handsome in his school clothes.
"Please order Ojek online, son, to deliver Aji"
"Aji is afraid of Mommy, how about Aji is kidnapped" he whined.
"continue how else baby, Mother is not yet strong to deliver Aji son" softly Fajira gave understanding to fajri.
"huh" his sigh bent both his knees, Fajri sat at the door while propping his head with a pouting expression.
ddrrt....
Fajri's phone rang indicating an incoming call. His forehead frowned at who had called this morning for a lack of work, Once his mind spoke, but he ignored the call.
"sad your phone rings, pick up son"
"yes mother" Fajri stood up and immediately raised the call without seeing who was calling.
📞"hello" ketus.
📞"Fajri?" Call the person across the phone and successfully make Fajri glare, he looked back at his phone and was surprised who called him this morning
Om Irfan, duh om Irfan angry no aji ketusin earlier huaa.
📞"yeah om, what did you call Aji se this morning?" asked Fajri.
📞"Aji has left for school?"
📞"not yet om, Mother is still sick"
📞"depart with you want?"
📞"hmm Aji asked Mommy first for a minute"
"Mother, um Irfan said he wanted to invite Aji to go together, is it okay?" he said expectantly.
"let Mother alone yes, later even troublesome om Irfan, baby" said Fajira rose from bed and get ready to deliver Fajri.
"but Mother is still sick" he said gently.
"from Aji nyusahin people, let Mother who interracial nak"
"if Aji is off today how is Mommy?"
huh.
Fajira sighed in annoyance, what he should do at this time, if delivering Fajri already in make sure he was not strong, but let Fajri go with the man also made him not calm.
"You want a holiday?"
"iya mother"
"you've accompanied Mother today first yes son, tomorrow Mother to school delivery yes dear"
"yes mother" he said with a happy smile. While Fajira just shook his head to see the expression of Fajri who looks happy when skipping school.
📞"hello om, Aji doesn't go to school. Thank you for offering Aji a ride"
📞"would Aji skip?" asked Irfan wince
📞"iya om, Aji school tomorrow only"
📞" do not want to leave the same? Later you can ask the same Ray to pick Fajri back home later" persuaded Irfan.
📞"do not om, Mother still sick today. So I accompanied Mother Om"
📞"yeah already then, om close yes son. Say hello to mother.may be healed quickly"
📞"iya om thank you, Aji later send greetings to mother. Good morning om, happy activities today"
📞"iya son, thank you, Aji also yes. om close yes"
tut's.
"what's Irfan saying, son?"
"om Irfan send greetings to Mother, she said quickly healed"
"iya boy. Aji change clothes again, dear" said Fajira a little blushing.
"iya mother"
Fajri re-changes his clothes in a casual outfit, and Fajira contacts Fajri's homeroom teacher for permission first.
While outside the gate Irfan sighed upset because he could not see Fajri today even though he deliberately woke up early and waited in front of the gate of the dormitory to be able to deliver Fajri to go to school. But only disappointment that he got. Even the little boy spoke to him, making Irfan's chest very painful.
"to the office sir" said Irfan
"well sir"
The car left the dormitory with a person who was feeling a great disappointment in his heart.
Why does it hurt so much in the same situation as Fajri. It breaks my mood.
Until the car slowly stopped in the company lobby, the cold aura was always emanating on the handsome face that became the dream of every woman. The baritone's voice boomed when one of the employees accidentally bumped into him while carrying enough documents.
"you can work no" snapped Irfan.
"sorry sir, I didn't mean it" the woman started to get scared. Irfan tries to control his emotions. He really starts to get weak when he sees a scared woman like this. Irfan recalled the moans of Fajira who was still ringing in his ears.
Without a word Irfan passed from there and headed to her room, while the woman immediately collected back the files that had been scattered with a hiccup.
After Irfan passed, the employees immediately helped the woman, but one thing that became a question for them, this woman was fired or not? That's how they think.
"are you okay?"
"it's okay sister hicks..." Say Syifa.
"mr Irfan didn't say anything to you?"
"there's no brother"
"yes, it's all over again"
"yes sister"
They disbanded after they finished helping Syifa to clear all the documents.
While Irfan who was still upset sat in his great chair. Again he remembered Fajira when he saw the frightened woman. Frustration approached him really Irfan wanted the woman as soon as possible.
When I find you, and if you don't want to marry me, I'll force you until you run to teach me Fajira.
Irfan again tried to focus on working that morning because the schedule was quite solid in the next few days. But the vibration of the phone makes the focus diverted. After quite a while he tried to ignore the message, Irfan lost, I was in retirement! so screams. I don't know who sent him the message this morning.
ddrrt...
📩 From +62************
"good morning dear Mr. Irfan, earlier I apologized for having to say this to you. I am Fajri's mother, in the future I beg you not to get too close to Fajri because I do not want my child to depend on you. Apart from the cooperation between you and Fajri, please treat him like your other business partners.
Every day he only talks about you, so the story of me seems to fade and be squeezed because of your existence. Realize one thing, he is not your child that you should pay attention to as much as possible. So I ask for help, treat Fajri as your other business partner. Because I don't want him to put high hopes on you, because we are very different sir.
I hope you understand what I mean. Sorry if my words were harsh on you. But I beg you very very, very not too good to fajri. Good Morning"
Irfan's heart seemed to be crushed when reading a message from Fajira. His breathing suddenly became congested reading the message, repeatedly sighing for the air to re-enter his lungs.
"why what's the problem?" Irfan frowned. He is a man who greatly respects the decisions of others.
Whahuh? What am I supposed to do? I can't stay away from that little guy. What was that why Fajri's mother was so cruel, didn't she know that I wanted children too! Fajira where are you now arrrgghhh.... Bathin Irfan was frustrated with the message she had read just now while pounding the table.
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TO BE CONTINUE