Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
32. What is my son Fajri?
Without waiting for long Irfan immediately oppressed Fajira and said "you belong to Fajira" said Irfan hugged Fajira tightly
"let go" snapped Fajira who was still rebelling and the body was already trembling.
"just for a moment, please let me hold you" Irfan said.
"to-please don't mind me again sir, I beg you" said Fajira softened.
"calm down I won't do anything. Just a moment like this" Irfan said as he relaxed his embrace made Fajira freeze.
God please do not let this happen again. Bathin Fajira with tears that melted from her eyes.
"don't cry baby. I'm sorry I hurt you a few years ago. I'm really sorry"
"...."
"you may punish me in any way but please don't ever think of leaving me again"
"...."
"i'm sorry Fajira, I'm so sorry. Give me a chance to make amends for all my mistakes"
No answer came out of Fajira's mouth, he just fell silent while crying in the support of the bajing*n man. Likewise with Irfan who had cried, his tears slowly wet Fajira's shoulder which was made a place to support his head. The feeling of regret and happiness mixed into one made him occasionally smile in a puddle of tears.
"answer Fajira, don't be quiet"
"let me go first" said Fajira after confirming that Irfan would not hurt her.
"are you going to run again?"
"if you don't let go of me now, I'll jump out of the window" Fajira threatened.
"alright"
Irfan immediately took off his embrace and sat down beside the woman who was still lying on her bed. Fajira took advantage of the opportunity to stand up and get away from Irfan.
"the distance is 5 meters or I jump" threatened Fajira already standing on the edge of the window.
"don't baby, okay 5 meters. You can sit on the bed, let me sit on the couch. Don't be reckless you still have Fajri"
Irfan walked towards the sofa while Fajira slowly walked towards Irfan's bed.
"wear your clothes" said Fajira throw Irfan shirt earlier.
"why? haven't we seen each other's bodies?" said Irfan flirtatious.
"wear" cried Fajira with cheeks that began to blush.
"well baby, All of you" Irfan smiled and put his shirt back on recklessly, just three buttons he was wearing and the rest he just left.
"what do you want?" ask Fajira.
"i want to marry you" irfan looked at Fajira late with eyes that implied sincerity.
"cih" Instead of looking at that face, Fajira turned away with a face that was increasingly blushing.
"why dear, I'm serious! From that night on, the night you came to warm my bed, from that very night I began to feel that I loved you"
"stop your bullshit sir" circus Fajira glared.
"i'm serious Fajira. Tomorrow we'll get married, I'll tell Ray, so he can prepare for everything we need tomorrow"
"don't be crazy!! You ..." Fajira pointed at Irfan.
"you're a dog*n and I'll never marry a man like you" Fajira snapped.
"Yes, I'm an asshole who wants you to be my wife. Am I wrong?"
"wrong, and very wrong"
"okay I was wrong, sorry for the hot night that happened between us, let's forget everything that happened and start over our story. Or am I too bad for you? aren't we the same? you let go of your virginity and I took off my virginity"
"no! I'd rather live alone with Fajri in poverty than be with you"
"ah yes Fajri. Is he my son?" ask irfan expectantly.
deg...
"you forgot if I'm a jal*ng?"
"haha" Irfan chuckled but his heart was very sick listening to Fajira's words
"Who is Fajri's father? there is no way that intelligent child comes from a careless seedling" Irfan said managed to make Fajira silent.
"answered Fajira, answer my question so that I can determine how I behave after this to Fajri" he said implying a wound.
"as you said a few years ago 'Take that check and after this never come into my life. If my seed grows in the womb you drop it immediately. Since that day there have been no children among us, and I've been away from you. But what, you're looking for me back"
"but you ripped off Fajira's check" he said with a sharp eye.
"you forgot, if your assistant has bought me a shirt? and I think it's quite expensive if it's resold. I take that as payment for a jal*ng like me"
"don't say that anymore, you're not jal*ng"
"there is no better name for a girl who is not married but already has children. Wasn't that night as long as you wore me, you were busy rummaging say I'm a jal*ng"
deg....
"Fa-Fajira, you know that I'm under the influence of alcohol. Just answer my question. What Fajri my son Fajira is, is he the son of the result of our relationship"
"he's my son, only my son" Fajira said.
"I'd have guessed there's no way a little kid could have gotten my attention like this if it wasn't for the bond" irfan said smiling but soon after his face returned cold when he remembered the message sent by Fajira some time ago.
"you!.." pointed Irfan while standing with the glare of his sharp eyes and it made Fajira take a swing move from there.
"you! what kind of mother do you have to separate me and my son" Irfan snapped
"you forgot Irfan if you never wanted him, now look at an Irfan licking his own spit" Fajira replied no less sarcastically.
deg...
Irfan was silent but he was still looking for a way so that Fajira could fall into his grasp.
"you know I didn't know you at the time. And now we've met and I want us to be together, to build a small family full of happiness" Irfan smiled and stepped towards the fajira.
But the woman was not stupid, she immediately ran towards the window with her legs dangling down.
"stay there or I'll jump" cried Fajira.
"okay okay baby, I'm back, down yeah, down I beg you"
"backward"
"yes I'm backing off" Irfan sat back on the sofa. He smiled sweetly imagining a miniature handsome face of himself who else if not Fajri.
"thank you for raising our child so well dear" said Irfan softly.
It turns out that he still has a gentle nature in the middle to his egoism and arrogance.
"you know baby, from the beginning Fajri did attract me, seeing his handsome face made me remember the hot night we were on. At first I cursed you for making me feel the pleasure of the world, but when I needed it again, I did not find the woman who gave me the pleasure you gave me. From that day on I realized that this was karma for me.
You know, baby, I'm weak because your screams still ring in my ears. I felt like I lost my fangs just because I heard a woman scream. And I realize that my heart has found its harbour: you, the woman who is able to penetrate the hard walls of my heart, the healing of the wounds inflicted by my ex. And of course you are only the mother of my children" said irfan teary as he looked at Fajira.
While the young mother was just speechless listening to the words from Irfan that was enough to make her emotions mixed into one, pity, disappointment and a little flattered.
"do you know what I went through after that?"
"sorry, I'm sorry. Can I hold her for a second?"
"stay there"
"alright"
"Up until now I was still traumatized, and the incident penetrated into my subconscious. As long as you know not I don't want to say your seeds are growing in my womb. From the beginning I realized your seed was growing, I thought about saying it, but I thought back to your word to abort this content.
At first I thought the same. But I still have a heart, I am not a selfish and arrogant person who bestows all wrongs on me.
If asked if I regret it or not, no! I have no regrets because Fajri is in my life, only one I regret why he had a Dad who didn't want him. What a tender heartache my son had when he found out who his father was.
I never instilled hatred for Fajri, but again he's not a stupid kid, he's a smart kid digesting things, and you won't be able to lie to him"
Fajira's words made Irfan silent, he stepped out without a word and closed the door quietly. Fajira sighed, releasing the tightness she had been holding. Slowly her tears trickled with her body collapsing to the floor and fainting.
His condition has not recovered at this time, but given one thing and another he chose to feel fine. But not for his weak body added to the emotional pressure made him lose consciousness and droop on the floor of the room.
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