Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
61. Virally

ddrrt...

Fajira's phone rang, seen there Riska called. Fajira's forehead frowned because she didn't usually call se this morning.

"hello Ris"

"hello brother, where's brother?" ask Riska to panic

"this is again on the road to campus. What's up Ris?" ask Fajira

"have you opened social media yet?"

"yet, why?"

"sister identity leaked, until Fajri also had an older brother. It's just that until now there has been no bad news about the relationship of brother with Mr. Irfan"

deg...

"are you serious?" scream Fajira with a beating heart.

"yes, brother, check first"

tut's....

Fajira immediately opened social media, he saw a photo of Fajri and himself plastered real there. The news said that the rich businessman from Indonesia had married secretly and behind closed doors a few years ago, but there were many comments that marked him. So many of the news seekers are hunting for their social media accounts. There was a lot of news that discussed Fajri's activities and Fajira referred to the young mother's private instagram post.

Fortunately, there were not many photos there. Without waiting for long, Fajira immediately locked his account and deleted all the photos that were there. Various thoughts appeared within his brain at this moment

Did Irfan spread all this? did he not promise. Do I have to go to his office to ask this?. Or all because of the Irfan and Vino dispute at that time, they recognized me?.

"our sister's going to irfan's office"

"good mistress"

The car turned back to Irfan's office. With anxious and fearful feelings Fajira tries to call Irfan and asks to wait for him outside. After 15 minutes measuring the highway, Fajira arrived at the company along with Irfan's car and took Fajri along.

"honey" call Irfan and hug Fajira.

"excuse me for your identity and Fajri's leaking baby. I really don't know how it could be like this" he said guiltily.

"all right, let's talk about this inside. I don't want us to get caught by paparazzi"

"yes it is yuk. We're going upstairs"

Irfan walked into the building while holding Fajri and holding Fajira's hand. Many employees who were surprised to see the women they once looked at cynically, now even walk hand in hand with their superiors.

Irfan took his small family to walk to the special room of the president who was on the 7th floor using his special elevator.

Chequek...

"please enter the princess" said Irfan as he opened the door when he reached his room.

"So how's mas? I don't want Fajri to be their bully" Fajira lamented. While Fajri has gone to the bookshelf and read whatever he wants to read.

"I won't let any media spread bad news about us baby, you calm down"

"I'm afraid that someone will have evil intentions with our family. Just yesterday we got married like this" said Fajira and hugged Irfan.

"Dear, believe me the same"

"yes"

Irfan hugged Fajira so that the woman could be calmer and not think too much about the news this time.

"Ray has also called the print media, so that they do not preach anything that is not about us"

"yes. I'm just worried about Fajri later"

"I'm also, baby, I'm worried about you and our son. I'm afraid my Rivals will find a way to knock me down through you guys"

"mas" called Fajira worried and looked at the man wryly.

"You take it easy, I won't let you guys be in danger, baby"

"thank you"

"same-same"

tok...

"Get in" said Irfan.

ceklek...

Ray walked in with a face that was already holding back emotions.

"excuse me sir, under the reporters are already gathered in front of the master's entrance"

Irfan and Fajira got up and walked to the window and looked down, and sure enough there were already a lot of reporters waiting out there.

"What do you think Ray?",

"i think, while they're here, we'll have some kind of press conference before the news gets confusing sir",

"I agree Mas, but only you and Ray's secretary are gone, I'll wait here with Fajri"

"are you really not, dear?" irfan looked at Fajira.

"no papa Mas"

"good sir. Then excuse me first"

"please"

Like Irfan's request, Ray ordered some of his subordinates to immediately gather reporters and hold a press conference so that the news spread is not confusing.

Once in a sense of security and calm, Ray entered along with Irfan into the room. Irfan looked very cold which made everyone who looked at him shudder. A flash of camera stopped glaring at the man until he sat in the chair that had been provided.

"good morning, fellow journalists. I as a representative of Mr. Irfan will respond to the news circulating at this time. Mr. Irfan is already married to Madame Fajira and the recipe was held a few days ago. Surely there is already young master Fajri in their marriage.

Surely colleagues all ask why not in the publication and held a wedding party as big as possible considering the position of Mr. irfan at this time. All this at the request of Madame Fajira who requested that their identities be hidden for one reason or another.

We will not tolerate the slightest bit of bad news about Mrs Fajira and Young Master Fajri. If you want to try just go ahead and see what we do. So thank you"

The press conference was done without question and answer so they did not find out much about what really happened. Irfan and Ray pass from there they return to the CEO's room on the 7th floor. Before entering the room Irfan first set his emotions so that fajira is not afraid to see him later.

ceklek...

"honey" call Irfan.

"Mas, How?" Fajira immediately approached Irfan and hugged him.

"It's safe, baby. We're just making sure that no bad news will come out"

They talked about many things in anticipation of today's events, until Fajira decided to return to campus because he was often not present in the eyes of his lecture this time.

"Mas, I went to college" said Fajira.

"Tomorrow, you go to the campus"

"I've been skipping college a lot, Mas, I don't want to fail"

"well okay. But be careful"

"yes, mas"

Fajira wears a hat and a mask to cover up his identity. Slowly he walked out of the building and even casually he walked towards the car that was waiting not far from there. The reporters were unaware that the person they were waiting for was walking in their midst at the moment.

huft. Now only how to deal with the people who have participated in opening my identity. Huft, hopefully Riska can be trusted by not telling them how it really happened.

The car drove to the campus to deliver the young mother. Sure enough when the car walked into the campus gate, many students who saw it with a curious look and make Fajira a little uncomfortable.

"Miss, is madam seriously going down at this time? if I may give advice, it is better to wait for this news to calm down first. So that the lady can be calmer"

"i also think like that sir, but this course I can not leave again because the absence ration is up sir"

"then how's the lady? Didn't Mr Irfan ask some people to look after the mistress when outside like this?"

"i called Mr. Irfan for a while"

Fajira picks up her phone and dials Irfan's number there.

tuut...

"hello baby?"

"hello Mas, do you have more bodyguards for me?"

"dear, I sent 4 men to look after you. Don't worry about it"

"yes, thank you"

"you can thank me later at home, baby. We'll close it in a minute and we'll meet"

"iya mas" Fajira turned off her phone call.

"Father, don't go far. I didn't have long, just one course"

"well Him".

Fajira slowly got out of the car and stepped inside the faculty regardless of the gaze of the other students who were staring at him with all sorts of expressions. Fajira casually followed her studies this afternoon and chose to go home after she finished.

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TO BE CONTINUE

Sorry if the story starts crisp, but after this I make sure the story will be more exciting and tense.

let's look at Fajri's story, don't forget to leave a trace.

"can I give you Aji flowers om and aunty?" said Fajri blushing while holding next to his cheek.

"thank you"

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After being tortured many times, Aira was finally able to run away, but the condition was so bad that she had to experience depression when she was found, the young physiatrist, they treated Aira in a mental hospital.

Meanwhile, Aldi and Romeo two college playboys are betting a fancy car, whosoever loses, must marry a mental hospital patient, and Aira is chosen as their bet, then who will get Aira, how Aira accepts the fact that if she is just a girl at stake, will be true love present in the life story of Aira, funny, sad and romantic, will be, it's all here.