Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
31. I Found you (Irfan)
This morning Fajira will take Fajri to go to school and he will continue to go to his campus. With their happy hearts coming out of the dormitory gates, hopefully nothing strange will happen today once they are so heartbroken.
"Mother, when do we move into a new house?" ask Fajri on the way when he wants to go to school.
"next week we can already live there baby"
"when do we buy Mommy?"
"hmm Friday or Saturday how do you love?"
"by Mother. Aji wants to buy a big television yes" he said enthusiastically.
"yes, baby, how big does Aji want to be?"
"the 81-inch mother hehe" he said chuckling.
"Hahaha Aji would like to do something with such a big television?" tanya Fajira chuckles.
"Aji wants to see how to make a plane and helicopter mother"
"Huh? don't you want to see the bald Duo cartoon dear or the adorable yellow cartoon or another cartoon?"
"do not want Mother, not useful" he said scowl.
"i'll buy it later" Fajira resigned
"yeeeii we finally have a mother's television"
"yes sweetheart"
They continue to mingle thinking about what they will buy later as a complement to the contents of the house they just bought. Without realizing it they were followed by a luxury car from the back.
"had arrived dear, let's go in" said Fajira as he opened his helmet and mask.
It made the pair of sharp eyes grow because it was surprised to see Fajira who had walked towards the class Fajri.
Fajira, I finally found you, and what is your son Fajri?
Without waiting for long the man got out of the car and waited for Fajira near the school exit gate.
"who is diligent school darling.Mother will pick ya"
"yes Mother, salim first" said Fajri stretched out his hand.
"later the provision in eating yes son, must be exhausted do not rest like yesterday"
"yes Mother, but Aji is fat, look. Puk puk" said Fajri patted his stomach slightly distended.
"hehe no papa lo son, mother likes the fat ones" said Fajira chuckled.
"uhh. ya already Mother Aji enter first" he said scowling.
"yes baby. Mother go first yes"
Fajira set foot into the parking lot and took the bike. Just as he was about to exit the school gate, Fajira was startled by someone standing in front of him.
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Fajira's heart beat rhythmically, fear and the shadow of the past came back to him.
In-diaa? found me. Bathin Fajira was shocked and frightened
"Fajira" called the owner of the baritone voice, who else if not Irfan.
"sorry sir, I'm in a hurry. Excuse me" Fajira tried to deflect the bike. Na'as the key of the motor was already taken by Irfan.
"eh, give me my motor key, sir. You who dare to hinder me" said Fajira glared.
"it's Fajira, I know it's you. Don't hide anymore" Irfan said coldly.
"who you are, I don't know you"
"do I need to remind you again about that night?" he said sarcasm and held Fajira's chin.
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Fajira's heart was beating faster, as the shadow almost penetrated his realm of consciousness. If Irfan did not hold the bike it might have been Fajira had fallen from there, the incident was successful in making Irfan panic and soften.
"are you okay?" ask Irfan to worry.
"get off" snapped Fajira.
"return my bike key, I'm too late" he continued.
"follow with me or Fajri I will take it away from you" said Irfan.
"you" Fajira pointed at Irfan and glared.
"no, I have to go, If you want this bike please take it. I can still go by taxi"
"Fajira" called Irfan while holding Fajira's hand and looking at her gently he walked closer towards the young mother, while Fajira seemed to be hypnotized by Irfan's handsome face, become not struggling with the thumping heartbeat that is getting timid.
Why is he so handsome? uh Fajira's conscious, she's a perdator to avoid. But he is very similar to fajri. bathin Fajira had praised the good looks of Irfan.
My woman, you I have found, and I make sure you will never be able to run from me again. Irfan was still staring softly at Fajira.
"get off" snapped Fajira.
"not until you come with me" insisted Irfan.
"get in the car. You go out first" he continued.
"no! I don't want to" cried Fajira.
"get in or Fajri..."
"fucking fuckin' basics! So hearty you make a child as a threat" circus Fajira.
"i don't care what's important you come with me first or Fajri..."
"well I'll come with you, and please let go of your disgusting hands" said Fajira, throwing irfan's hand and getting into the car.
"and one thing, don't touch my son" he slammed the door hard.
"take the bike home" Irfan said, throwing Fajira's motorcycle keys at the driver.
Irfan immediately got into the car and immediately drove the car towards his magnificent luxury home. Fajira was only silent with tears slowly coming out of her eyes.as hard as she was to fight fear but again she lost to this man.
Why don't I have the least amount of strength to fight it? do not let this man influence Fajri and control my son.God please keep this dog*n away from me and my son.
The crying Fajira makes Irfan's attention distracted to him. The man tried to focus on driving so as not to endanger his woman's life.
"don't cry, I can't see your tears Fajira" said Irfan softly.
"heh since when can the devil speak softly like you, ciih" said Fajira with sarcasm.
"Fajira don't force me to be rude to you" irfan growled.
"who told you to meet me. I don't need a gentle treatment from you either"
"why are you so stubborn, dear"
"Huh? the babe? who do you call, dear lord"
O Fajira, what was Fajri's reaction when he saw the meek mother being this rude. In make sure the little guy will also be frightened to look at you at the moment Fajira.
Irfan no longer paid any heed to the babble of the woman who made her head hurt with soaring emotions. A feeling of pleasure and relief slowly approached him, and the one thing that was most difficult for him to control was the desire that began to spread.
huh patient Irfan, you've got it, you have to slowly enter it lest he run away and run away from you again.
Irfan calmly drove a fairly fast car towards his residential home in this city. While Fajira noticed the way where he would be taken and looking for a gap to escape from the man.
Slowly the car stopped at a modern classic-style luxury house with two levels and a spacious courtyard. The house dominated by glass that makes Fajira quite fascinated, this is like the house of his dreams in the future.
"please" said Irfan open the car door and allow Fajira to get out.
"why did you bring me here? and whose house is this?" Ask Fajira who is reluctant to get out of the car.
Without waiting for long Irfan immediately carried Fajira like carrying a sack of rice on his shoulder. He walked quickly regardless of the woman's screams and immediately stepped into his room.
"get me down bajing*n. TOLOOONG!! A TOLOONG! put me down" the scream of Fajira who lamented Irfan bajing*n made the man's eyes glare.
Bugh.. Bugh... Bugh...
Fajira hit Irfan's back quite hard, making the owner grimace but still endure the pain. While all the ARTs working in the house were only looking with shocked gazes because it was not usual for young masters to bring women into this house.
Arriving in Irfan's room immediately locked the door and threw Fajira violently onto the bed. He opened the suit and shirt one by one so as to show the curves of his beautiful and muscular body.
"i-don't beg you" said Fajira who returned in ghost with the shadow of their first night.
Without waiting for long Irfan directly overcame Fajira and said
"you're mine Fajira"
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TO BE CONTINUE
yuhuu they say gais, I typed it while deg-degan 😩😩