Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
85. The suffering of Irfan

The car stopped at Fajri's school parking lot. Irfan immediately escorted the little man to his class.

"diligent school dear" Irfan said in front of Fajri's class.

"yes dad. Aji will be diligent in learning, so that it can be as good as a father and as smart as a mother" said Fajri proudly.

"Smart child.yeah already entered there, Daddy wants to go to the office again" said Irfan rubbed his son's head gently.

"yes Father, salim" Fajri reached out his hand to Irfan so that he could kiss the burly hand.

"Be careful, baby, if there's anything, let me know to Dad, son"

"yes Dad, chest" said Fajri waving his hand.

"dada dear"

Irfan passed from there, he stepped towards the car and immediately went to the office because the day was getting late. His body still felt mixed, between nausea and dizziness, he felt like resting at this time. But there are important things that cannot be left behind.

Until in the middle of the road, his stomach again felt nauseous, rebellious want to be removed immediately.

"sir please clap the car first, I am nauseous" Irfan told Mr. Budi.

"well sir" said the Pak budi immediately pulled the car over, and Irfan immediately got out of there and pulled out the liquids that made him feel very nauseous.

"hoeekk... hoeek... hoeek.." Irfan's voice is heard.

He took a slow breath so that he still had an air stock in his lungs. Breath tight with a spicy taste that arouses because he took out his breakfast this morning.

"Please get me the Fajira Shirt in my bag Sir" said Irfan gasping and still pulling out his entrails.

The driver immediately took the clothes that had been prepared by Fajira in the Irfan briefcase and immediately handed them over.

"this Sir. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Drinking water" said Irfan.

He was still trying to stand by leaning on the edge of the car while inhaling the aroma released by the shirt.

Baby, I need you. This is so nauseous. Bathin Irfan is in desperate need of Fajira.

"sir, what perfume in the car?" asked Irfan panting.

"Maskulin, Master"

"Dispose, Replace with the smell of roses. But we have to go to the office first because I'm already late"

"well sir" Mr. Budi immediately threw away the car's fragrance and lowered all the car glass that could be opened.

Irfan got back into the car and leaned down limply while sniffing Fajira's shirt. He closed his nose so that other smells would not enter, penetrating his sense of smell.

"to the office immediately Sir!"

"well sir."

The car continues to drive until it stops in the company lobby. Irfan became the center of attention because he was caught carrying a shirt that he made a nose cover to avoid the unpleasant aroma.

"good morning sir" said Ray when he saw keda

"morning Ray, has it all come?"

"already sir"

"We're just starting the meeting"

Irfan walked to a special meeting room for the shareholders. The man just stared in wonder at everyone who was there.

Why is everyone looking at me like that? oh, my God, Fajira's clothes. But if not closed using this I will feel nauseous.

Irfan was in a dilemma when he saw all the gazes of the shareholders looking at him in surprise.

"hekm... Can we start a meeting, gentlemen?" ask Irfan.

"are you okay, sir?"

"Hemm? yes, earlier I apologized to all the fathers if it was uncomfortable to see me in this state. Let's just continue the meeting today" said Irfan a little unpleasant.

Ray opened the meeting this morning well. Irfan is able to present income statements and other things that are in need without being covered up. He is also able to answer all the questions of shareholders related to the projects that are being worked on by his company. Including the Fajri Washing Machine manufacturing project some time ago.

But Irfan only replied, if it is produced at personal cost instead of using company assets.

"yes I am too. Although Mr. Irfan's voice sounded loud, loud and clear"

"Well, I apologize for the lack of plants, Fathers of all!" Irfan took off Fajira's shirt which was in his breath.

Right after putting the shirt on the table, an unpleasant aroma burst through his nose, making Irfan feel nauseous again.

"Excuse me" Irfan said immediately.

"hoek hoeek" Irfan's voice in the bathroom rang out to the meeting room.

He leaned against the bathroom wall and tried to support his limp body.

Baby I need you. Inner irfan screaming.

tok...

"sir, are you okay?" ask Ray from the outside.

"please get Fajira Ray's shirt"

"well sir"

Ray immediately took Fajira's shirt and handed it to Irfan.

"please apologize in advance, Mr. Irfan's wife is pregnant young, so you have cauvade Syndrome.please understand" Ray said before passing from there.

"sir, here's the shirt"

Irfan opened the door and took the shirt. A few moments inhaling the smell of clothes that irfan felt better. He immediately came out of the bathroom and finished the meeting this morning.

Until noon, the meeting was completed with very satisfactory results for shareholders, because every month the profit of the company's income continued to rise and increase rapidly.

"at this meeting, I personally apologize if the gentlemen are all uncomfortable. Please understand" said Irfan closed the meeting.

He stepped out of the meeting room and chose to immediately go to his room and rest.

"Are you done, baby? I really need you" Irfan began to sleep on the sofa of his room.

Ddrrt...

irfan's phone rang, but because he was asleep, then the call just passed. So that makes the person who is calling him a little worried.

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"where is Irfan? is he okay? looks like I have to go to the office, the college village is still 2 hours away" said Fajira stepped towards the car park.

"sir, we're going to Irfan's office"

"well Him"

The car immediately left the campus carefully because it brought the precious pregnant woman. Can be amused by Mr. Irfan me if the mistress until why, bathin Pak Sakti screamed.

Up to 20 minutes Fajira arrived at Irfan's office. She immediately went to her husband's room to see what was going on. He also smiled kindly as the other employees greeted him.

ceklek...

He opened the door, the first sight he saw was Irfan lying on the sofa while covering his nose with the clothes he had brought from the house.

Huft... Fajira immediately felt relieved because he had thought that Irfan fainted and was rushed to the hospital.

She immediately approached Irfan and stroked her husband's head gently. Fajira pulled the shirt and saw Irfan's pale face and stroked it slowly and smiled.

"Mas" called her softly.

"engh... baby, when did you come?"

"just now. How are you doing?"

"mmm... I need you, baby"

Irfan got up from the sofa and immediately carried Fajira to his private room and fulfilled his obligations as a husband. Fajira who also wants it does not reject the slightest desire of irfan to spoil him.

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TO BE CONTINUE