Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
40. Fajira's Soft Wipe

"just in a moment, don't be afraid" said Irfan closed his eyes behind Fajira's back

The woman stared at the body that began to shake. Irfan realized Fajira's condition immediately released his embrace from the crazy body of the beautiful woman.

"sorry. I'm not gonna hurt you. Is it better?"

"hmm yes" Fajira did not dare to look at the handsome man's face

"is the soup still good to eat? it's been a while, hasn't it?"

"still, just try it"

Irfan took a spoon and tried the soup and expressed like a reliable chef who was testing participants cooking competition. His eyes were bulging when he felt the taste of the soup was more delicious than the one he had made earlier. Irfan looked at Fajira who was already behind him with a look of disbelief.

"what do you add to this soup, honey? it's really good" said Irfan Spechless.

"i-I just added a little salt"

"have you eaten?" Irfan asked softly, Fajira just shook her head in response.

"we eat yuk"

"i-iya, I want to go up first to see Fajri, later he will cry if I am not there" said Fajira stepped up. Irfan held his hand back.

"didn't you say I had the chance to have your heart? I'm not gonna fuck around, promise. Accompany me to eat for a while" said Irfan begging and successfully made Fajira speechless.

"alright"

Irfan was happy not to play because Fajira wanted to accompany him to eat. Perhaps due to exhaustion and hunger, Irfan ate voraciously in addition to Fajira who was beside him, making the man smile on the sidelines eating this beautiful afternoon.

"it's really good, it's just fitting that Fajri can be bully like that" said Irfan smiled to Fajira.

While the woman smiled while looking down with a slightly blushing face. It has been a long time that no one has praised his cooking except Fajri.

"eat" Fajira's great-grandson.

"yes, you don't eat, baby?"

"later, I'll wait for Fajri to wake up first"

irfan smiled happily because Fajira no longer used formal language to him. The beautiful woman was still sitting there while controlling emotions, especially the fear of Irfan.

I had to give it a chance, only for Fajri. Bathin Fajira confirmed the words of Irfan earlier.

"hiks mother.. hiks" Fajri came to the dining table crying because he did not find the Mother next to him when he woke up.

"eh, Aji is awake dear" Fajira immediately approached the little boy and carried him.

"hiks... Mother why leave Aji alone in the room, Aji is afraid" he said sniffed.

"forgive me Mother, dear. Mother again accompanied Dad to eat"

"hiks don't be like this again mother, Aji is afraid"

"yes dear sorry Mother yes son" Fajira stroked Fajri's head gently and successfully made Irfan envious, I also want to be like that. His screams in the heart.

"hekm... Aji want to eat, son? I made soup for Aji"

"in a moment, Dad, Aji wants to be hugged first with Mother" he said softly in Fajira's arms.

"father also wants to be embraced" said Irfan pouting.

Fajri raised his head to look at Fajira, my eyes were as if saying Mother yuk we hug Father too. Fajira understood about the gaze but she seemed to not know and just floated her sweet smile to Fajri.

"want to wake up again? Wash your face first, son"

"want to hug Dad" he said scowling.

"yes there hug Dad" Fajira let Fajri down, but the little man did not want to.

"want to be embraced by Mother and Father as well" said Fajri pouted.

"Father is ready.here our father's hero is sitting in the family room only yes" said Irfan immediately finished his food and grabbed Fajri, not forgetting he grasped the hand of Fajira took the golden opportunity well.

While Fajira is just a manut without any resistance, he does not want Fajri suspicious and guess what the real reason is if he returns hysterically later. Fighting with emotions made him tired and dizzy. So that fajira's body slightly staggered and hit Irfan's back.

"why darling?" ask Irfan in shock.

"hmm? dizziness" said Fajira lirih.

"dad put Aji down, Daddy carried Mother only" said Fajri.

"yes sweetheart"

Irfan held Fajira after putting Fajri down first. He immediately took the beautiful woman to the living room and laid her on the sofa.

"why?" irfan asked gently while Fajri looked at his mother with a sad look because Fajira had been sick for a long time like this.

"i'm just not used to it yet"

"rest in the room?"

"just here. Just give me a little distance so I can be calmer"

"alright, I'm sitting down with Fajri"

Irfan sat on the floor covered in a soft fur carpet. This was beyond his habit of almost never even sitting on the floor like he is today. While holding Fajri, Irfan sat down and gave a little distance from Fajira's head so that the young mother could be calmer.

"dad do we just take Mommy to the hospital? Mommy has been sick for a long time, but has not healed too. Aji is afraid of Mother why" said Fajri glazed.

"Mother is not papa, dear. Aji played with my father first yes" said Fajira limp but still smiling sweetly at Fajri.

"yes mother" Fajri returned to watch and occasionally saw how his mother was, He leaned against the chest of the father's field while playing the big, soft finger.

While Irfan feels very guilty about Fajira, because the pain in his nature at this time must be due to the pressure from the trauma that arises when they are close together.

Did I force him too much? I don't seem to be in a hurry because it's about the health of the woman I love, and I don't want to lose Fajri's smile that can change my world.

They went back into silence while occasionally responding to questions from Fajri the genius child. Fajira looked at the two men present in her life with a glare. One man brings happiness and the other brings so much pain to him.

Should I give him a chance to fix this? if her treatment had always been gentle like this I believe this fragile heart of mine could easily love her in the near future. Did I go to the treatment alone, so that I could see his regret when married later. God help me if he is a good man bring me closer, but if he only approaches me because ***** keep him away from me.

Fajira subconsciously looked at the old Irfan with her eyes. While Irfan also looked at the beautiful woman like an angel gently. Slowly Irfan grabbed Fajira's hand and placed it over his head and rubbed it. There was no rejection from Fajira, he just followed the instructions of Irfan's hand and rubbed it without being asked to make the adult man sleep with a gentle hand rubbing Fajira.

He smiled faintly at the sweet behavior of Irfan, and soon he was surprised by the voice of Fajri who also wanted to be elus like his father.

"Mother Aji also wants to" he said expectantly.

"happily here Mother hugs" Fajri climbed onto the sofa and lay down in front of Fajira. His sharp eyes back sayu because he felt a gentle rubbing of Fajira's hand on his head.

"enghhh, hug Mother, Aji sleepy again. This whole day Aji had nothing to do. Much work at home, Mother is also sick like this. Did Aji take that job and bring her here, Mother?"

"do you have to finish quickly, baby?"

"not really Mother, Aji wants to finish so that we can quickly get money"

"yes, we'll be home, wait for you to wake up. Mommy doesn't know where our motorbikes are taken with Dad"

"yes Mother"

Fajira involuntarily stroked Irfan's hair gently and smiled.

I really have to take medication myself. Hopefully your intentions are good to give Fajri a complete family.

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TO BE CONTINUE

Women's hearts are weak yes gais if treated gently 😩