Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
80. Fajira's yearning
Hoeekk...
The voice echoed in the luxurious bathroom, Irfan did not stop removing the clear liquid while crying considering how Fajira when pregnant with Fajri first.
"Mas" call Fajira soft with sleepy eyes.
"hiks.. sorryin me" said Irfan who felt increasingly guilty.
"yes, it's all over. I wasn't this bad when I got pregnant with Fajri, Mas,"
"I'm hungry darling" Irfan shrieked in Fajira's arms.
"What would you eat? Let me make it" said Fajira happy, because from yesterday Irfan is difficult to receive food because it always feels nauseous.
"don't know, everything I eat out again baby" whined Irfan.
"We go to the room first"
"hm"
Fajira helps Irfan back to the room, seen Fajri already sitting on his bed with a face that holds back crying.
"mother" lirih Fajri.
"Yes dear. Why are you awake, son? it's early morning, it's 03:00"
"Aji wants to be hugged. Dad why?" said Fajri got out of bed and crawled to his parents' bed.
"Dad nausea dear" replied Fajira.
"Did you eat wrong?"
"Father is not a mistake to eat dear" said Fajira holding her smile towards Fajri.
"keep what Mother?"
"Father it's again Ngidam, son"
"Nwidam? What is Mother?"
"Well you know Cauvade Syndrome?"
"do you feel the symptoms of a pregnant person? so Mother?" said Fajri with enlarged eyes.
"dear Iya, hehe" rang Fajira.
"Well, where's my son from?" ask Irfan lirih.
"Kan Aji joined my mother to study at my college"
"yes, I forgot that Aji is very smart. Here hug my father son" Irfan spread his arms and hugged Fajri gently.
"Why does Aji smell like Mother?" irfan said when he sniffed Fajri's body scent.
"See using the same hand body as Mommy, Dad"
"honey, tomorrow I will also use it" Irfan told Fajira.
"yes, but it looks like my hand body is up, Mas"
"Later I order a lot, as well as the factory" said Irfan closed his eyes.
"ih basic! it's up to you mah" delik Fajira.
He waited for the two handsome men to fall asleep hugging each other. Actually Fajira was holding back the conscious desire of rebellion wanted to be released when helping Irfan change his clothes after nausea earlier.
Fajira recalled that with her first pregnancy, she also felt the same way as now, only now she did not experience nausea, she said, but such a great desire makes it easier to get tired because it withstands that difficult to explain.
Fajira waits for her little son to fall asleep first, so that he can disturb Irfan and get released.
How long time, he saw Fajri who was asleep, because he had released his embrace from Irfan. Fajira sat behind the man and stroked his husband's chest.
"Mas!" whispered Fajira while peeping Irfan wet.
"Mas, Wake up I want to" whispered Fajira managed to make Irfan wake up from his sleep.
"what dear?" asked irfan with a hoarse voice.
"main yuk" Fajira said with a frown.
"do not say doctor, dear"
"Just for a moment, yeah"
Irfan smiled, he was very happy to hear the news of Fajira's pregnancy, plus the punishment that had been revoked by his beautiful wife. Especially now that Fajira was not ashamed to ask first. But Irfan does not want to be selfish, given Fajira's current condition.
"yes, we're playing on yuk's couch"
"in the dressing room, Mas. Let's not disturb Fajri's sleep"
Irfan seemed to gain strength, he held Fajira in front and led her to the dressing room to do their hot activities.
"slow-slow baby!" say Fajira before you start.
Sure enough Irfan played soft and beautiful, trying so that his son did not want anything in there. He does not want to be selfish and more concerned with Fajira's condition. Right after Fajira was satisfied, Irfan immediately ended his game and headed to the bathroom to finish something stuck in his body.
"Mas, can't I help you?" lirih Fajira gasps.
"no papa baby, you rest!"
Fajira stared at Irfan's departure with sadness, surely her husband felt difficulty to resist his desire given the age of the womb is very vulnerable if not careful.
Fajira takes new clothes for her and for Irfan, it feels like he wants to take a shower but some say that pregnant women should not take a bath at night. So Fajira just washed the core and immediately put on his clothes back.
After how long, Irfan came out with only singlet and boxer printing, it looks very sexy and macho in the eyes of Fajira.
"why don't you wear the clothes I picked up earlier, Mas?"
"Dear baby, I want to wear something like this, don't papa right?"
"no papa, Mas. It's just not good for my desire" she's restrained.
"ah yes I forgot" Irfan stepped inside the dressing room.
"let's just love, here I want to be embraced" said spoiled Fajira.
"Darling don't make me angry with you"
"hehe, I was worried, Mas" ucapi fajira chuckled.
Irfan shifts Fajri closer to the bed rest, while Fajira is on the edge and Irfan sleeps in the middle. They fell back asleep hugging each other and forgot the slumbering little boy while hugging the bolster pillow.
Until the morning before, Irfan returned nausea and made Fajira have to rotate the brain because nothing was eaten by Irfan from yesterday. In fact he also had to miss his college eyes today.
"Mas, what do you want me to do?" said Fajira stroking softly Irfan's head.
"Dear, I'm hungry"
"Will fried rice?"
"Yes"
"Did you son?"
"iya mother"
Fajira immediately headed down and made Irfan fried rice, hoping her husband could have breakfast without any drama nausea, cravings what kind of jam.
About 15 minutes Fajira had finished cooking and immediately delivered it into the room, because Irfan again had no energy.
Even though last night was a great spirit to huhah huhah, now even limp again. Adwornment. Bathin Fajira feels strange with Irfan.
But how else is the name also Ngidam people. That was the end of Fajira's war of thought. He opened the door and found Fajri sitting on the bed massaging Irfan's head.
"Mas, wake up first yuk. Here the breakfast is ready" said Fajira, putting a tray on the table.
"hmm it smells so good dear" said Irfan trying to get up while holding his head that feels dizzy.
"Yes, I'm a bribe yes, Aji is also Mother of a bribe yes,"
"iya mama" replied Irfan and Fajri compact.
Fajira smiled as she fed Irfan, Fajri and herself with the same spoon. They ate voraciously even though Fajira had to force Irfan to spend his breakfast, so that the handsome man had a little energy until his condition was better by noon.
"Mas, I miss Grandma" said Fajira suddenly.
"Yes Mother Aji also misses grandma"
"Later to go there, yes, wait for Daddy there is a little energy" said Irfan smiling.
"I haven't been to my parents' meal in a long time, either, Mas,"
"dear, we'll go there too. But can pregnant women go to funerals?"
"hmm? could be mas, as long as not to go kesorean aja"
"yes, we'll find the time"
"yes, mas"
I don't know why Fajira misses her parents and grandmother so much. Wanting to feel he ran towards eating it, but remembering again if he could not carelessly act like before, because there is a status and good name that he must take care of.
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TO BE CONTINUE