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38. Reply For Irfan

"just don't go near a-or I'm sshhh..." Fajira bristles when feeling a gentle swab at his nape.

"or what dear. I don't know why you can arouse my passion just by kissing.man like that, Can I ask you again? mumpung Our child is asleep" said Irfan flirtatious while sitting on the edge of the bed, precisely sitting behind Fajira who is lying down regardless of the current condition of Fajira.

"W-did you still think I was a mesh.ng? if he does as you please sir" said Fajira with mixed emotions and tears. The fear, wanting to get angry and wanting to kill this man is in Fajira just like that.

deg...

Irfan was shocked and speechless, hearing the shrill voice of Fajira. Slowly he lay behind her and hugged the woman tightly.

"forgive me dear, I was wrong for starting this all in a very unkind and very hurtful way. I'm sorry for everything I have. I want us to start over, baby. I want to live with you and our children. Give me a chance, I beg you" said Irfan Lirih.

Fajira's heart beat faster with a hand that shook violently because the trauma had re-entered him, after he had held a dark shadow that was urgent to remember, his defense collapsed.

Irfan's eyes bulged as he held Fajira's trembling hand.

"honey, what's wrong with you?" irfan panicked.

"ja-jangan" said Fajira with her eyes closed.

Irfan immediately changed the sleeping position of Fajira to be supine in order to see how the state of his beloved woman.

"honey look at me" said Irfan trying to open Fajira's eyes.

"ja-don't get sick... go basic babing.an" Fajira's screams make Fajri wake up. Irfan was also shocked to hear a rude swearing from Fajira's mouth.

"Mother" cried Fajri. Without waiting for a long time he immediately grabbed Fajira and called her name.

"Mother, this Mother Aji" call Fajri a little panicked.

"This mother Aji try to see first" Fajri held onto Fajira's two cheeks.

"Aji Hah's... Huh..." Fajira wakes up and immediately holds Fajri. With a roaring breath Fajira closed her eyes so as not to see the man again.

"did Mother dream?"

"yes sweetheart"

Irfan who saw it glazed over, so great was the trauma experienced by Fajira. He chose to leave after putting on his clothes.

"See take care of Mommy for a moment, son. I'm gonna call the doctor first"

"yes dad"

Irfan walked into his study, when he entered he did not forget to lock the door again. He stared pushyly in any direction, really the man was very sorry because it had traumatized Fajira. Irfan grabbed his phone and dialed Ray's contacts there.

tuuut,,tuuutn...

"hello sir" said Ray behind the phone.

"hello Ray, are you busy?"

"no, my master just finished a meeting. Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"

"yes, please find me Ray's best psychologist or psychiatrist"

"psychologist? I'm sorry if I may know who the psychologist is for?"

"for Fajira, she was severely traumatized by the events of the past few years. If you wish you could get it today, please ask him to come here"

"well sir, I will try"

"thank you Ray"

"sama-sama sir"

tut's...

Irfan chose to go out and go to the kitchen, he planned to make Fajira soup and some snacks so that the woman could be calmer.

"mister what's in the kitchen? let me just yes" said the aunt.

"it's okay bi. I want to make some soup and some snacks for them"

"can the master? aunty help to prepare the ingredients yes"

"yes bi"

Almost 40 minutes they wallow in the kitchen, until the soup is on a tray and ready to be brought up.

Irfan walked back to his room with a tray that already contained some food there.

While in the room, Fajira was pensive while holding Fajri who returned to sleep. The blank look made him unconscious if Irfan was already beside him.

"honey" call Irfan soft. Fajira just looked back for a while and then looked at the direction again.

"sad I made soup for you"

"what do you want? aren't you satisfied ruining me?" lirih Fajira asked with a blank look and tears dripping down.

"excuse me. I really just want to take responsibility for what I've done to you, and I really love you"

"can your apology make my trauma go away?"

"i'm looking for the best psychologist for you" said Irfan softly.

"do you really love me?"

"yes baby, I really love you. We started everything from the beginning, yeah"

"do you want to live with me?"

"yes, I want to baby. And stop using formal language on me"

"are you sure you want to marry me?"

deg....

"i-iya baby, you want to?" asked Irfan with eyes that were bulging in surprise.

"not to know, but for sure I will not treat this trauma, let you feel the consequences of your own actions. So when you get married later, you will repeat events like this when you want to do more for me. You have a wife but you will never be able to touch her" Fajira said coldly and stared intently at Irfan.

"try to get my heart" he continued.

"honey" Irfan did not believe what Fajira said.

How can I resist such a desire.

Irfan was silent thinking about how to make the trauma experienced by Fajira can be treated.

"are you serious?" asked Irfan in disbelief.

"if you really love me and Fajri, you won't question it anymore. Means everything you say to me is for sheer desire" Fajira's words seemed to hit Irfan's heart.

"dear not to think like that. Yes I will try to get your heart, I do not mind if you do not allow me to touch you, I just need a lot of liquid soap stock later" said Irfan trying to convince himself.

"are you sure? I'm not sure if you prefer to play with soap, but any woman you can get"

"i admit after that night I always wanted it again and again. But trust me, they only touch my sister but not my body. And for almost a year now I've only been playing with soap, because I want to keep myself for you"

"i should also try men's stuff up and down like you. Unfortunately I get the support of a mesh*ng, Ah yes I forgot if I am also a jala*ng"

fajira's words made Irfan's heart ache, as if pierced by a thousand swords that were very sharp and penetrating to his back. It hurts! that's how he feels right now.

"honey" call Irfan to get closer to Fajira.

"don't come near or you go back to disturb my son's sleep" circus Fajira.

"i made you some soup and some snacks. Eat while you are warm. I want to get out first" Irfan rubbed Fajira's head gently and made her owner surprised.

Fajira stared at Irfan's departure with teary eyes. He was really confused as to how to behave to the man.

If not for that night you hurt me so much, maybe in the near future it will easily grow because of your treatment that looks so soft and sincere.

Slowly Fajira lay her body still holding Fajri and began to close her eyes. I hope when I wake up I feel better than now.

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