Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
58. Wedding Day
Today Fajira already looks very beautiful wrapped in a white luxury dress with sequins that are so charming, the design of the famous fashion designer in the country. The newlyweds aura that was adorned with an unceasing smile radiated beautifully on that beautiful and graceful face. The dream marriage that he had been waiting for in the 23 years of his life journey was plastered before his eyes.
Walking while holding the hand of a man who gives a lot of lessons and life experiences for him. Stepping into the throne pelaminan that is very dreamed by every couple.
Irfan who looks handsome with a cold face that always emanates on his face wearing a luxurious coat matching the clothes worn by Fajira. His heart feels flowery because today is the beginning of happiness that is marrying the woman he loves the most.
"i'm nervous mas" said Fajira.
"mas too dear"
"my little man looks handsome, you see that he smiled sweetly while carrying a bunch of flowers. Doesn't that look worrisome"
"he's, he's a lot like me baby"
"different mas, he's a warm man and a cheap smile, while you?" delik Fajira
Fajira is endlessly smiling happily today. What's more, seeing Fajri who stood in front of the pelaminan dashingly, and looks worrisome. the little man was endlessly smiling as he occasionally wiped away his melted tears looking at the happiness that radiated from the face of the woman he cared about the most.
May you be happy after this, with Dad and Aji. Hopefully after this there is only happiness that comes to us. Thank you mother, for accepting father again and also giving up for the happiness of Aji. Aji dear mom and dad until anytime.
A romantic song accompanies their footsteps to the band. As Fajira requested, they married on the beach with the concept of a private wedding. Only a hundred invitations came to this wedding. So that Fajira more feel the warmth that emanated from the Irfan family. Although there are still those who look at him cynically, but Fajira ignored them and chose to focus on his wedding.
The two brides took the place that was reserved especially for them. Do not forget Fajri gave a bunch of flowers for his favorite angel who looks very beautiful tonight.
"A very beautiful mother. Dad is also handsome" said Fajri smiling sweetly.
"Aji is also handsome dear, thank you son" said Fajira stroking Fajri's head gently.
"Father's son is always handsome like father"
"Yes, Aji is handsome because my father and mother are also beautiful and handsome"
"Aji's eating?" ask Fajira.
"ih Mommy, it's the wedding of yes Mother Aji already eat anyway" he lamented.
"hahaha forgive Mother dear. Let's sit down"
"iya mother"
They sat three, Irfan always held his little man while looking at the invited guests.
"check.hekm..." Mc remarks.
"good evening, greetings to all of us. Tonight is the happiest night for both the bride and the family. Happy new life to our King and Queen today.
Many may wonder why there is a little prince sitting in front. Who her? why would he be able to sit in such a special place?.that's the audience's question? He was the biological son of Mr. Irfan and Mrs Fajira, whose name was Fajrianda Hanindyo Dirgantara. They hid the relationship that existed from a long time ago and today they officially hold a reception while announcing a relationship that has been closed for 4 years.
This also cannot be separated from the request of the Queen, because they do not want their identity revealed. Duuh,, Rarely would anyone like Mr. Irfan and his wife want to preach like this.
Once again, we congratulate the bride and groom. To the guests are encouraged to enjoy the dishes that have been prepared. Thank you"
Such is the little information conveyed by the MC to tell who Fajri is and also to cover the worst possible that will happen.
The party felt so solemn to the end. Fajri was already sleeping in Irfan's lap because the night was getting late. Mama has several times asked that Fajri can be placed in a hotel room so that they can be more free to talk to other invited guests. But Irfan still wants to carry his son, because he does not want Fajri why later.
"Mas, is the show a long time?"
"are you tired, baby?"
"yes, I'm sick too"
"Yes, let's go back to the hotel"
"iya mas, aren't you tired of carrying Fajri? here's the yuk"
"no papa dear, you must also be complicated to use such a big shirt"
They immediately went to the hotel room that had been provided specifically for the newlyweds. Unlike the bride in general, Irfan has already felt what it feels like to part duren.
His face flushed red as he recalled the events of their first night. But immediately changed heartily when recalling the requirements of Fajira, if he received punishment until Fajira's trauma can be overcome.
"Your mother why is her face red? is it sick?" fajira asked softly when she found Irfan's face flushed red.
"hmm? no dear, I just imagine how our first night will be" said Irfan smiled flirtatiously
"oh, you forgot that you're still on probation?"
"haa? well, can't you take a bite, baby?"
"can't be mas"
"kiss?"
"can't"
"Huh? a hug?"
"maybe, Fajri will sleep in the middle. I want to see her radiant face when I wake up tomorrow to find us sleeping together"
"yes dear, But mas sister has thrashed dear" said Irfan flirtatious.
"mas don't ruin our happy day because you awakened my trauma" delik Fajira paled, but not in disbelief if his face flushed red at this time.
"forgive me dear, but please never forbid me to embrace you"
"yes, while I can still condition him to hug as much as you can mas"
"thank you dear. Let's go in" Irfan said, opening the door for Fajira.
How surprised the woman was when she saw the room that had been decorated as romantic as possible, with a sprinkling of roses everywhere. He stepped inside and his gaze was fixed towards the balcony which needed a beautiful view of the beach at night. Fajira is unceasingly smiling and grateful for what she got her day.
For a moment he felt a pair of stocky hands coiling around his slender waist, who else if not Irfan.
"do you like it, baby?"
"iya mas I really like, thank you very much" Fajira stroked Irfan's firm jaw from the front.
"Finally, I have you touch, the woman I love the most. In the future, just look at me and trust me, baby. I've never been this serious about loving someone. I love you my wife, my bidadar"
"i only believe one thing, if you won't let Fajri down, 'cause to my little guy, he'll be happy if I'm happy. I'm sure you understand"
"I understand, baby"
Irfan lay his head on Fajira's open shoulder, not forgetting that he kissed her gently. He was very happy at this moment, when the greatest dream was well realized without hindrance. So also with Fajira, the lips are endlessly curved, hoping that happiness will come whack her married life later.
"honey" call Fajira who successfully made Irfan surprised
"honey-yes"
"i hope you learn from your mistakes. Hopefully in the future our marriage can last until old age. Because I wouldn't want to marry again if our relationship ran aground"
"yes baby. I'll give you as much happiness as I can"
Fajira turned her body fumigated Irfan and looked at the handsome man gently.His hands were raised gently caressing Irfan's face. A handsome man fell asleep with roaring breath, he closed his eyes as he felt the rubbing of his wife's hand.
Slowly Irfan opened his eyes, he looked at Fajira softly and deeply. The handsome man pulled Fajira's body so that it eroded the distance between them. Slowly but surely he brought his face closer to Fajira.
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TO BE CONTINUE