Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
39. Restu Mama

Irfan stepped out of the house and got into his car. He immediately went out of the gate and drove the car quickly, either where the direction of his current goal that is clear Irfan just wants to release the emotions that exist in him. Angry, sad and disappointed mixed into one.

"AAARRGH....... FAJIRAAAA hiks.." slowly the warm liquid overflowed from Irfan's sharp eyes.

"forgive me hiks..."

"Do I have to accept all that? marrying the woman I love the most but can't touch her. Why are you so cruel, Fajira?.

I've offered treatment, but what? what did you choose? you tortured me more deeply Fajira" Racau Irfan in his tears

Irfan continued to drive the car until he reached his hometown. For 1 hour he only realized when the car was walking towards the Main house of the Aerospace family.

Why did I get here?.

Irfan slowly brought his car into the yard of the house. With his eyes he tried to neutralize the emotions that were inside him. Until accidentally Mama Irfan saw her firstborn's car parked in the yard, without waiting for a long time he immediately approached Irfan there.

tok..

"mama" call Irfan after getting out of the car.

The first thing to do was to kiss the middle-aged woman's hand and hug her. While Mama who received warm treatment from her son became surprised, but she took advantage of the opportunity to hug Irfan tightly. It had been a long time since he had felt the embrace of his eldest son.

"i miss Mama" said Irfan hoarse.

"Mama also misses you. Enter yuk son, we chat inside" said Mama forced to stretch the hug.

They walked into the house with each other embracing and went straight to the family room to chat, and surely mama will raise a lot of questions for Irfan later.

"what branch is there, son?"

"healthy branch Ma, hmm brother want to tell the story of Mama" said Irfan while lying on his mother's lap.

"what story, son?" Mama stroked Irfan's head gently.

"but don't be surprised"

"what do you want to tell me, baby?"

"other... Mama already has a grandchild" Irfan's great-grandson quietly

deg...

"IRFAAN!.." hardik Mama.

Lord, do not let Irfan get a child from the mesh*ng that he rented. Bathin Mama grimacing

"Mama listen first. Mama take it easy she's not the daughter of the night woman I hired"

"continue why it can bear fruit like that bang" asked Mama frustrated

"She's a good woman ma"

"how can you say if she is a good woman while you are, you are arrghhh...." Mama sniffled, really she did not want her offspring to be damaged because of Irfan's uncontrolled bad behavior.

"mama don't cry, listen to Irfan first" He got up and hugged Mama tightly.

"how can you calm down you have a child from a woman who doesn't know where she came from"

"i've traced Ma's background, and I've made sure she's the right girl to be Mama's daughter-in-law"

"where is he now?"

"he's at my house ma"

"are you serious?"

"yes Ma. Mama remember Fajri? That little kid who could make a washing machine back then?"

deg ....

"is he your son?" mama was surprised.

"iya Ma, Fajri Abang's son"

"how can? you don't joke Irfan" hardik mama doesn't believe

Irfan recounts the events of the hot night with Fajira and how the woman is doing right now. Irfan also said that Fajira is currently undergoing medical education. Mama just fell silent listening to Irfan's story, she could feel how to be Fajira who struggled alone raising her child.

"what's the next step you're going to take?"

"the branch wants to marry her Ma, I hope Mama will bless me"

"You don't know what else to say. Have you told him this?"

"it's Ma, but there's something that makes me feel heavy"

"what son?"

"are you serious?"

"yes Ma"

"you know bang. Why do you never think about parting with your dad after what we've been through?. One thing son, Papa never hurt Mama, even snapped Papa never, that's all that makes mama survive with Papa. According to Mama Fajira indeed have to do that so that you are deterred, even Mama did not imagine how the woman struggled to live, must be very heavy son" said Mama sobbing.

Fajri was fixated, he confirmed Mama's words that made him realize, if Fajira's words were true, it was appropriate to be used as a punishment for him.

"if you're serious about her, you've been looking into her background, Mama's condoning. Just follow what the request will we find a way how the therapy enters slowly" said Mama grabbed Irfan's body.

"do you want to meet Fajri?"

"Yes Mama wants to kid, but later wait to go together with Papa and adek, we all talk about your problems too"

"iya Ma, thank you for giving my brother my blessing. Pray I will continue to ma"

"iya boy. Your mother's message is one, If you're serious, never back down with your decision. Make her the queen of your life. Many things you can example from Papa, make his mistakes as learning. One more thing.Your relationship with Vina how?"

deg....

"i've assumed it's all over Ma, I've also met him shortly after he left"

"Huft, Mama can only pray for the best for brother, because my brother is now a big brother, there is no way Mama can manage the path of your life"

"yes Ma, thank you. I'm going to go back first, afraid they'll just come home"

"are you tired, son?"

"no papa Ma, I'll rest at home"

"just be careful, son"

"yes Ma, I go first" Irfan hugged his mother tightly and did not forget he again kissed the wrinkled hands.

Mama stared at Irfan's departure with teary eyes.

God protect my son, may that woman be the best for him. Make their way God.

Mama stepped back into the house and rested. While Irfan again drove the car quickly to go home to his home in the opposite city. He felt very relieved after talking to his beloved mother. Irfan's heart is getting stronger to propose the idol, even though it is forced to accept the conditions of Fajira earlier.

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In Irfan's mansion, Fajira's eyes blinked to adjust the light in the room.

It's afternoon, huh? where is that guy?.

Fajira's body feels better than ever. He saw a bowl of cold soup and a few snacks there.His lips slightly curved considering Irfan's attempt to persuade him.

Why is my heart weakened by her sweet treatment. Should I open my heart or defend my heart?.

Fajira looked at Fajri who was still asleep, not usually the little man slept all day like this, Is it possible because tired or too happy, I don't know what must be so emotional today for them.

Slowly Fajira got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom to refresh her body. When he finished, he looked back at the cold soup.

"It feels good to be heated again" he said, smiling.

Slowly Fajira lifted the soup using a tray and led it towards the kitchen. Along the way she was called a mistress by the ARTs of the house. Instead of being happy, Fajira instead felt awkward and awkward with his new call.

"excuse me" Fajira said as she reached the kitchen.

"uh madam, can you help me?"

"hmm this, I want to warm this soup bi, is it okay?"

"maybe, here I heat"

"haven't papa, let me just"

"i'll get angry with you later"

"Sir papa, aunty just do the other one"

"well madam, call me later if you need anything"

Fajira warms up the soup and tries it. Not bad, he said when trying the taste of soup made by Irfan. He added some herbs and a little salt to make the soup taste better.

When he was warming up the soup, Fajira was surprised to feel a pair of burly hands hugging him from behind. Fajira's heart skipped a beat and immediately turned around, but the hand restrained his movements.

"...."

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TO BE CONTINUE