Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
47. Togetherness Part 4
"This is your card" said Fajira handed Irfan a black card while in the car.
"that's for you dear" said Irfan smiling and caressing Fajira's dumbfounded head.
deg....
"but-but..."
"save it away"
They went back on their way to carve out their next happiness. This trip without a plan looks more fun than having to be arranged with a certain time. They are not always smiling happily with what they have been through today.
"thank you" said Fajira leaning on Irfan's shoulder, while Fajri was already asleep in his lap.
"it's my duty dear" The hand was not released from earlier and adrift each other.
"you know Mas, I feel comfortable today being around you"
"yes baby? thankfully. Finally my efforts are not in vain" said Irfan smiling sweetly.
"yes, 'cause you don't fuck all day"
"hehehe dear, there's no way I'd be perverted if there's Fajri here. But maybe it can be tried because our child is sleeping" said Irfan flirtatious.
"ah already, once perverted remains perverted" Fajira gave distance from Irfan and was immediately intercepted by the man.
"have not gone far. I'm sorry, honey. Here I want to hug you again" Irfan chuckled.
"no" to Fajira
"luck, baby, tens of thousands" persuaded Irfan by coming back closer to Fajira. The woman just glared in annoyance at Irfan.
Do you think he is Mr Irfan who is with me? Or I picked up the wrong guy. Bathin Pak Budi frowned at the sweetness of Irfan persuaded Fajira.
"sad"
"hm"
"Are you ready if we get married, I really don't want to be away from you" Irfan grabbed Fajira's body and kissed her head gently.
Fajira just speechless listening to the words of Irfan, his heart back wavering, but earlier on the plane he had set his heart to marry Irfan.
"sad"
"did your parents agree that we were married? I don't want it later when we're married, your parents bring another woman to be my honey"
"dear, I talked to my mom about this. And he agreed. The plan is today they're going to visit me, but since we're leaving, so they're postponing the departure"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to be your wife. Because I don't want to treat my trauma. Let this be a punishment for you because of events in the past" said Fajira smiling ignorantly.
glaques...
"how did mas? you're strong, aren't you?" continued Fajira while looking up at the handsome face that was thinking hard.
"i'll try, baby, as long as every day I can hug you already"
"sure?"
"not so sure, baby. But aren't you thinking about getting treatment? let me bear the cost"
"no Mas yet, I want to torture you first. I'll just get some medicine"
deg...
"the cruel you dear" whined Irfan
"it's also because of you"
"Huh? yeah, so you want to marry me?" pasrah Irfan's.
"yes, I want to"
deg...
"honey" call Irfan in doubt.
"hm"
"what did you say"
"what?"
"try saying I don't hear you anymore"
"what the hell is that?"
"what did you answer?"
"which question?" fajira is still raving on Irfan
"you want to be my wife?" irfan is afraid
"yes I want to" he said seriously.
"are you serious, dear?" peeker Irfan could not believe it.
"no need to do that"
"hhhhhhhhhh, don't baby. Thank you for accepting my proposal" Irfan hugged Fajira and Fajri tightly again.
"huh said rich man number 2 in Asia, but proposed to women there is no romantic-romantic" chirped Fajira a little upset.
"hahaha ... uh sorry my master terseplosan" said Mr. Budi surprised and laughed off.
"sir Budi" Irfan looked at the guru with his sharp eagle eyes as if he could penetrate the heart of the driver
"fuck you sir"
"It's Mas hehe" Fajira chuckled at the middle-aged man.
"the end of my waiting is avenged. I will take care of our marriage as soon as possible, I will tell the world if I will marry a great woman and announce Fajri as the successor of the Aerospace family" he said happily.
"I don't agree with you" stop Fajira.
"why darling?"
"yes, baby, you're right. But I'll announce if we're married"
"yes I agree. We'll stop by to eat first. I'm hungry already"
"yes, dear, sir, the nearest restaurant"
"well sir"
Mr. Budi stopped at one of the restaurants that are quite luxurious, and immediately booked a private room for them to eat.
"pak Budi also go with yuk. We eat together"
"don't let my lady eat out"
"no papa sir, I don't like being rejected"
"i'm not feeling well"
"just come in sir" said Irfan, lowering his self-esteem.
"uh? thank you so much, sir, but..."
"sir" call Irfan cold.
"well sir"
They immediately stepped into the room that has been ordered by Mr. Budi. The middle-aged man felt very lucky to be able to eat one table with Irfan.
"thank you very much, sir, and madam for allowing me to come eat here" said Mr. Budi in tears
"no need to hesitate sir, there is no harm in doing so, yes Mas" said Fajira smiling.
"yes sweetheart"
Actually, Fajira just wanted to test her future husband, whether he still has a social sense to others. And now it has been proven that he wants to eat with his driver.
Huft.. If our first meeting was okay I wouldn't buy time for us to be together. I'm sure you're a warm-hearted man, my dear Mas. Hahaha geli wo. Fajira smilingly looked at Irfan who tangah chose the food menu for them.
That afternoon they ate with a little chat about Pak budi and his life, more precisely Fajira who asked. Without realizing it Irfan's face has been bent because the woman never asked about him at all.
"Why not where? is it not good?" said Fajira stroking Irfan's arm.
"Dear boy, continue eating"
Fajira feeds him Fajri who still looks sleepy due to fatigue traveling around all day. But in my eyes he still chewed his food and occasionally closed his eyes and jerked. It was successful in making fajira anxious as well as pity with his son.
"Mas, pack one yes food for my son"
"our dear son" Irfan quickly.
I don't know why the young mother really likes to prank Irfan and make him upset.
"yes my little son"
"uh!" irfan Dengus.
Slowly Fajira gives Fajri a drink and cleans his mouth.
"where are we going, then?"
"where are you going, baby?"
"don't know, I'll go with you"
"Aji likes to go to the playground, don't you love?"
"hehe if that you will ask yourself with your son Mas. I can't answer that question"
"are we going to the apartment first while waiting for Fajri to wake up? because our flight at 7, baby, it's still 3. At least 6 o'clock we're there, there's 3 hours left right"
"yes, we go to the apartment first. I'm gonna lie down, too"
"yes already. Sir, we're going to the apartment"
"yes sir"
They immediately finished the meal and did not forget to wrap a portion for the sleeping little man. After the completion Irfan and his small family immediately returned to the apartment to rest for a while unwind all day walking around the library and bookstore.
Arriving at Irfan's apartment lay Fajri on a mattress in his room, while Fajira sat on the living room sofa while playing mobile phone.
"honey" call Irfan smile. And success made Fajira suspicious.
"what Mas?"
"want to hug can be" Irfan whispered carefully.
"just a hug! can't be the other one"
"yes sweetheart"
They embrace each other. Fajira tries to control her heartbeat and fear. Slowly Irfan broke down their embrace and looked at Fajira warmly. The head was getting closer and brushed off the distance between them.
Cup...
They clash their mouths for a moment channeling an invoking taste within each of them. Fajira was washed away and lulled by Irfan's game as if forgetting the trauma he suffered. Slowly irfan laid Fajira down and started to v*him.
But soon after Fajira's body weakened because as big as the shadow of the past was back to haunt him.
"mas" said Fajira softly with roaring breath.
"sorry, baby. Ii'm Sorry. Did you imagine that incident again?"
"hmm wake up first. Give it a little distance" said Fajira still lying on the sofa.
"i'm going to the bathroom, baby"
Irfan passed by leaving Fajira with tears dripping.he was weak to Irfan's touch but the shadow always haunts him.
It looks like I have to see a psychologist or psychiatrist to help eliminate this trauma.
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TO BE CONTINUE