Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
59. First Night
Slowly Irfan opened his eyes, he looked at Fajira softly and deeply. The handsome man pulled his wife's body so that it eroded the distance between them. Slowly but surely he brought his face closer to Fajira.
But when Irfan was about to kiss the beautiful woman, they were surprised by Fajri's cute and melodious voice that woke up and slept.
"mother" almost cried.
"mas, Aji wakes up" said Fajira, unraveling their embrace.
"Mother here dear" he continued and walked back into the room.
"Mother hug" whined Fajri and went back to lying down to take a position so that Fajira could hug him.
"here dear" Fajira had enough trouble lying down because of her wide and large dress.
"sleep son" Fajira rubbed Fajri's head gently hoping that his son could fall back asleep
"mmm. Mother is very beautiful" racau Fajri smiled in his sleep.
"iya Aji is also handsome dear"
It didn't take long, the little man immediately fell asleep in Fajira's most comfortable arms.
"Aji's asleep, baby?" tanya Irfan sat behind the fajira who was lying down and rubbed the head of the soft fajri.
"hus. You take a shower first, you change"
"what if we take a bath together, baby?"
"nothing, what did you forget, if you are still on probation" delik Fajira.
"uhuh... Yes already. Take a shower, baby"
"yes, mas"
Fajira tried to undress, lucky that her dress this time was not too difficult to open, so she could open it herself. After the dress was released, Fajira took a bath robe that had been provided by the hotel. He walked to the suitcase and prepared clothes for Irfan and himself, not to forget also Fajri's.
Chequek...
Irfan came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. The athletic body was clearly emblazoned, and the success made Fajira unable to take a look full of charm from Irfan.
Why am I always tempted to touch her. Bathin Fajira screaming.
"honey" call Irfan flirtatious.
"i-iya mas, are you ready? that's the dress I've prepared" Fajira went to the bathroom with a reddened face.
Irfan smiled mischievously looking at Fajira's back which started to disappear behind the door. He sees Fajri first and makes sure that his son does not wake up later. Then Irfan walked slowly and tried to turn the bathroom doorknob.
ceklek...
The door opened, but Fajira did not lock it. With a smile, Irfan peeked a little at Fajira who was opening the Bath robe. Irfan's heart beat faster to see the synthetic body of fajira that was plastered in front of his eyes, along with the desire that immediately erupted, make Irfan step foot into the bathroom and hug Fajira from behind.
"honey" call Irfan and successfully make Fajira jumped in shock.
"Mas" screeches with a heartbeat that beats faster.
"honey, don't you want to change your mind, I can't stand it" rasped Irfan softly and kissed Fajira's innocent shoulder.
"ma-mas, don't be a-I'm not ready yet" Fajira's eyes bulged when she felt a large bulge between her bopongs.
glaques...
Relax Fajira ja-don't think strange.
"ma-mas ka-kamu is still in punishment, l-don't until my trauma recurs again mas"
"but I need you baby" Irfan was disappointed.
"ta-but I can't yet mas. I've been warning him from before"
"sad. wear a hand so"
"a-i haven't been able to mas, really" said Fajira began to tremble.
"honey" call Irfan when you realize Fajira's condition
"get out of here"
"alright"
Irfan with a disappointed look came out of the bathroom when he saw Fajira's trauma coming back. Even he seemed to forget the desire that erupted because of his feelings of disappointment. He immediately put on a shirt and lay hugging Fajri while waiting for Fajira to come out of the bathroom.
While Fajira was sitting limp on the floor because his legs were not strong to withstand heavy loads due to trauma. Repeatedly neutralizing his heartbeat and trying to dispel that fear. Once stable enough he resumed his bathing ritual immediately.
Luckily he did not forget to bring a change of clothes and immediately wear it. Fajira slowly opened the bathroom door with her heart pounding unsteadily and made her nervous to death.
"honey" call Irfan.
"yes, mas"
"is it still scared?" irfan asked softly, while Fajira only shook her head in response.
"Yes, we're resting. Or just sleep on the couch?"
"no papa, we sleep together. But you don't fuck around"
"yes sweetheart"
Fajira slowly laid her body beside Fajri who was hugging Irfan. She looked at her husband with uncertain emotions, resentment, anger and pity melted into one.
If you get me in a good way, maybe I won't refuse your wish even a second. I'm sorry, dear.
"Rest yes" said Irfan stroking Fajira's head.
"yes, you are too"
"yes sweetheart"
The little family clutched each other with warmth until the morning showed its rays, rubbed the glass wall and entered the small family room.
Fajira's eyes blinked adjusting to the light. He smiled when he saw the beautiful scenery clearly in his eyes. Fajira's hands stretched out touching the faces of two handsome men.
"morning my wife" hoarse Irfan smiled as he opened his eyes.
"morning mas"
Irfan clasped Fajira's hand and kissed her affectionately. Luckily Fajri was hugging Fajira and this became an opportunity for Irfan to support Fajira.
"mas" said Fajira glaring.
"why dear, I need intake this morning"
"wh-what? I-Don't fuck around, there's Fajri"
"our kids are sleeping, baby"
"later he woke up"
Irfan just smiled and brought his head closer, he scooped those sweet and chewy lips gently and seemed demanding. Irfan seems to forget the land if it has tasted the sweetness of Fajira's body, even if only just tasting.
They admired each other quite hotly, even Fajira began to reply to the luma*tan irfan that was so intoxicating for him. They were washed away this hot morning, he said, even Fajira's hands had also been holding Irfan's nape and deepening their kiss.
But a moment later Fajira pushed Irfan's body because the image of trauma was back in his head. With a roaring breath, he stared at the sky of the room with tears slowly dripping down. While Irfan was silent to see the state of his wife this morning.
"forgive me my dear"
"can you give me a little distance? I'm still scared"
"yes baby, I take a shower first huh" Irfan stepped down from the bed towards the bathroom.
"sorry" said Fajira
"no papa baby, I was wrong" Irfan closed the bathroom door and immediately finished something he had been holding since last night.
While Fajira again hugged Fajri who was still asleep in his arms. One interesting thing, that was the longest duration they kissed. Slowly Fajira who began to calm down became blushed to imagine a morning kiss that was enough to make him wet at this time.
Until Irfan finished his bath, Fajira was still lying down while stroking her little man's head.
"honey, clothes?"
"i haven't prepared a mas, just a second"
"it's okay to take it, baby"
"yes. Sorry yes"
"yes sweetheart"
Irfan immediately put on his clothes and went back to lying next to Fajri, and disturbed the little man's sleep.
"my dear father, wake up again yuk son" muach...
While waking Fajri up, Irfan kissed the little man with anxiety, thus upsetting Fajri.
"angh... Dad got his mustache, Aji's cheek hurt" fajri's whine hid his face into Fajira's arms.
"hey wake up again dear" said Irfan tickled Fajri.
"hahahah father forgive father amused haha Mother amused, father" Fajri's laughter sounded crisp that morning, until Irfan stopped and looked at his only son.
"Is Aji happy, dear?"
"yes dad, Aji is happy because Dad is married to Mommy. And we've been together until now"
"he baby, hmm does Aji want to have any adek?"
deg... Fajira glared towards Irfan.
"Sister? Hm? Aji wants Daddy to have a friend" said Fajri enthusiastically.
"really darling? then try to say the same Mother first" said Irfan fishing.
"mother" he said expectantly.
"yes later if there is sustenance Aji will have Adek yes son"
"right Mother?"
"that's dear"
"yeeee Aji wants to have a sister.. yeeeee Aji wants to have a sister" Fajri cheered jumping on the bed.
This morning was very warm with happiness that always emanated from the face of the little family. Until noon they still feel at home in the room and spend time together.
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TO BE CONTINUE
Genks how does it feel if good destiny never follows us?
Saddened? Sure. Disappointed? Ja.
Gintani, a beautiful girl who has a fate that he thinks is bad after meeting an arrogant man named Argha.
Wrapped with romance stories that definitely make baper and gregetan. Will the arrogance of Argha's heart be overcome by the sincerity of a Gintani?
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