Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
44. Togetherness part 1

Today is Sunday where the little family will leave for the National Library as Fajri wishes to get a book on how to fly a plane. Fajira has prepared all the equipment Fajri and himself so as not to see later.

"Aji is ready, son?"

"the mother"

"we're out, Dad's here"

Fajira and Fajri soon get out of their new home they bought a while ago. Luckily Irfan deployed several people to take care of the move of his son and his future wife, so that Fajira's work could be lighter.

"Ayaah" cried Fajri ran towards Irfan who was waiting outside the fence, the car could not enter the yard of the house because it was still in the construction of the roof and repair of the fence.

"are you ready, son?"

"ready Dad. Let's go" said Fajri very enthusiastic.

"yes, let's go in. Come on baby" Irfan opened Fajira's door and asked the woman to come in first.

"Dad what book can Aji take home?" said Fajri staring at Irfan expectantly while in the car.

"maybe but the time is dear.we're far from there. Hmm what if we go to the bookstore, if only Aji needed a book to take home"

"can father?" the little man's eyes sparkled with pleasure.

"maybe dear, Today's special father's credit card for Aji and Mommy"

Irfan turned to look at Fajira who was watching Fajri talking with a smile. A moment later her pretty eyes met with Irfan's sharp eyes, and it succeeded in making her stunned.

"what?" ask Fajira.

"Mother today is very beautiful yes" said Irfan flirtatious with a blink of his eyes.

"yes Father, Mother is always beautiful" Father and child are both flirtatious, they are always compact to make Fajira blush embarrassed.

"indeed Mommy is beautiful, otherwise Aji can be tile and smart" said Fajira flicked her fragrant hair and it was successful in making Irfan's face flushed.

"Even good-looking too.. eh are you sick?" ask Fajri who realized if Irfan's face was flushed.

"the eum? I'm fine baby, just the father, hmm. That's a little dizzy dad dear" said Irfan looking for an excuse.

huh said aja horny, you maniac. Bathin Fajira.

"yes dad? Mother please oil the wind Aji" said Fajri holding Irfan's head and scowling him.

"it's a pity" Fajira glared at Irfan who was still controlling something that was starting to flare up inside him.

why am I always so weak if it's related to you Fajira, it's really torturing me. What should I do later when we get married.God help me.

Irfan was frustrated with his current state, but he still tried to control it by trying to relax while feeling a gentle massage of the tiny hand on his head.

"did you have breakfast?" ask fajri worried.

"dear, I picked you up at home"

"why didn't you wake up Aji?" said Fajri pouting.

"Today Aji will go to the national library dear, later if lack of sleep, Aji even overslept there. That's why I didn't wake up"

"ihh... continue Mother when to marry father? Aji wants bobo threesome same father also mother" he said scowling.

deg...

"good luck" said Fajira.

"when's Mother? is it still a long time?"

"not long darling, later the father will soon marry Mother, Aji pray for the father yes son" said Irfan Santi.

"yes father, Aji always pray for Dad so that he can marry his mother"

Fajira who saw so great that Fajri's desire became weaker, his hard heart did not want to be with Irfan to be shaky because he saw the round eyes looking at him expectantly. He was very weak if Fajri had pleaded with him.

The car arrived at the airport, they immediately went down and stepped towards the check-in place and waited for a while because about 30 minutes the plane would take off.

"dad, did we get on a plane?" fajri said sparkling.

"yes son, Aji want to see the plane?" irfan.

"can Dad?"

"by kiddo. Tuh Aji could see from the glass wall"

"zoooooo"

Fajri walked carefully and held Irfan's hand to look at the plane that was lined up in the large field.

"huh Aji is upset, why Aji's plane can't fly Dad. If it can fly later, Aji wants to connect it with the remote control. But Mother's Laptop does not support to make the application Father" said Fajri see the plane that will take off.

"we'll buy a computer later, son. Now let's go. The plane was about to leave" said Irfan stroking Fajri's head.

"yes Dad"

They immediately walked towards the plane on a business class path. Not to forget he grasped tightly Fajira's hand which felt calmer than before. Irfan looked back and smiled gently at Fajira.

"why?" ketus Fajira slowly.

"no, baby, your hands are cold"

"hm"

"don't be afraid, there's me"

"There Aji is also Mother hehe" the little man was very good at melting the atmosphere.

"Dad, Aji wants to sit by the window, okay?"

"maybe dear, Dad did deliberately provide it for Aji, sit nice huh"

"yes, Dad, thank you"

Irfan helps Fajri install the seat belt well and makes sure his son is comfortable on the way later. After being safe, Irfan turned to Fajira who was still focused on his phone.

clique...

The sound of the belt made Fajira surprised, he saw Irfan's face very close to him.

cup...

The man stole one kiss from Fajira and made the woman speechless while looking at Irfan.

"you're busy yourself baby, we want to take off, turn off the phone first"

"yes thank you"

"same-sama darling"

Fajira was still silent while neutralizing her heartbeat beating faster due to the sudden attack from Irfan earlier.

Instructions from the flight attendants were already heard, slowly the plane was moving fast and getting firmer soaring into the air. While Fajira unconsciously grasped Irfan's hand tightly, while Fajri was speechless with a reddened face.

"Mother dizzy" said Fajri lirih.

"in a moment, son, the plane is not stable baby, here Mother apply wind oil first"

"iya mother"

Fajira applied wind oil on several points of Fajri's body in order to reduce his headache. Irfan smiled and again clasped Fajira's hands gently, then looked towards Fajri, What a small man that was so worried for him.

"Aji, if the dizziness is swollen Aja yes son" said Irfan when the plane was stable.

"yes dad"

Fajira painstakingly rubbed Fajri's head until he fell asleep, as well as Irfan who was leaning on Fajira's shoulder.

"sad"

"hm"

"I'd like to hear your story since it happened?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"hmm I want to hear what our son can do"

"have you not said much about Fajri? weren't you two together for a few days?"

"yes but I don't remember to ask you, baby"

"mmm.. Fajri is a very intelligent boy, at the age of one year he can talk and read. It was also the first time he could make money"

"are you serious?"

"why also I made it up. Long after that incident, I still feel normal and no one knows if I'm pregnant. Right after a month I was positive, after receiving my salary I decided to go on the bus, I also passed out at the terminal, luckily I met Nek Ira, and she took care of me"

"what grandmother is still alive dear" Irfan's face turned sad

"the grandmother passed away 2 years ago. When I was pregnant you knew what I was doing?"

"what a darling"

"i want to be embraced by a dog*an man who has given me a wound in my heart"

deg...

"you're serious" said Irfan.

"at that time I could only hug Grandma hoping that this Ngidam would end soon. After the first trimester, I'm not so scared. Because I need money, I sell fried food every morning and evening. Along the way that many people looked at me cynically, even I had to walk a long way to get my fritters sold out. Maybe it was my sustenance too, every day my fry ran out, so I could save up for the labor costs.

Fortunately there was uwak and his wife who always helped me, even consider Fajri as their child. If you go to the market and buy his son clothes, Fajri can also.

He also gave Fajri some kind of facility to work on fixing anything. Starting from having nothing until now Fajri has one big crate of equipment to repair all sorts of electronics.

I don't know if I don't meet them. Maybe I died with Fajri"

Fajira's words made Irfan teary, He only grasped tightly Fajira's hand and occasionally tasted it gently while saying an apology.

"honey, I promise to bring you untold happiness. Allow me to be with you, I will accept if I have to wait for your recovery first"

"try for that, because not only my physical but my mental and heart are also the ones that are hurting" Fajira stroked Irfan's hand gently

"thank you for giving me a chance, please in the future just trust me, if there are bad words from others about me, you can ask directly dear" both hands were holding on to drain the warmth that would be difficult for them to get in the future.

"forgive me" Irfan pulled fajira into his arms

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TO BE CONTINUE

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