Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
88. Soap Bubbles

Irfan became a mist in his office after getting a phone call from Fajri earlier. Although Fajira has said that he is fine, Irfan still feels restless and unsettled.

Aah I have to go home and make sure.

Irfan tidied up the work he was going to bring home. Just as he was about to step outside, Ray came and entered the luxurious room.

"excuse me sir!" said Ray.

"what's the matter Ray?" ask Irfan wince.

"i just remind you that we will hold a meeting with XTG company to plan the apartment construction project that we will handle Mr"

"what time?"

"At 16:00 sir. 10 minutes, and they're waiting in the meeting room,"

"can't you pull Ray? Fajri just called me and said that Fajira is sick right now" Irfan said in frustration.

"Sorry sir, if you step down again, I cannot prevent them from canceling their cooperation and we will suffer a huge loss sir. This meeting has been delayed 3 times because you are sick sir"

Irfan was angry because he had no other choice. He sat back on the couch and picked up the ponce and dialed the name "My wife 😘".

tuut..

"hello mas, what's wrong?" ask Fajira behind the phone.

"honey how you doing?"

"my circumstances? why me?" ask Fajira frowning.

"it wasn't you..."

"i'm not papa darling, it was just a keinget, hmm..," said Fajira hesitated.

"that's what, baby? don't worry me" said Irfan increasingly frustrated to imagine the state of his wife and prospective children.

"i'm not papa mas, just that I imagined our activities last afternoon only" the great-grandson of Fajira who was embarrassed to say what he was imagining.

"astaga dear, you make me worry you know not. What do you want again?" said Irfan flirtatious.

"mmm... I close first yes, there's Fajri here"

"hehe wait for me to come home baby"

"yes"

tut's...

The call ended and left relief in Irfan's heart.

"Ray is everything ready?"

"already sir"

"we're going to the meeting room now"

"well sir, please"

Irfan and Ray walked towards the meeting room. With a cold face that always exuded an aura of good looks between the two made them look perfectly flawless in the least.

ceklek...

"good afternoon" said Irfan after entering the meeting room.

There was a pair of pretty eyes that were staring at Irfan without blinking. He felt difficulty to swallow his saliva even he did not listen to Irfan's greeting.

Very handsome.

"Miss!" call Irfan a little higher because the woman did not come back from her daydream.

"h yes sir. I'm Sherly Son of Mr. Juanda. Nice to meet you sir" said Sherly extending her hand.

"Irfan" the man sat down regardless of Sherly's helping hand.

He was cold, and looked arrogant, usually being like him was also hot in bed. I have to get close to him. Bathin Sherly stared at Irfan without blinking.

"can we start a meeting this time?" irfan said firmly to make the woman jerked and smile clumsy.

"well sir, please"

They started the meeting by discussing the plans that will be agreed and some other changes in order to perfect the construction of luxury apartments that they will build later.

Two hours passed, the meeting was well resolved and finalized for the project.

"we are very happy to be able to do business with you sir, hopefully in the future we can be a suitable working partner" said Sherly smiling while bending a little.

"yes, equally. Then I say retreat first, good afternoon" said Irfan pampit and stepped out of there.

Sherly who sees Irfan's departure soon follows him.

"Mr Irfan! Mr. Irfan wait!" call him half-run.

Irfan began to look at the behavior of women who always sought his attention since the meeting began. He stopped his steps without turning his body.

"sir, can we exchange mobile numbers? how do you know later I have difficulties when working on our project"

Whahuh? he already has a wife and a son? Isn't the neighbor's grass fresher than the grass itself?. I'll get you a handsome guy. Bathin Sherly smiled wickedly.

He immediately stepped into the parking lot to pick up his luxury car and left Irfan's company.

While the man was upset because his time was wasted because it served the itchy woman earlier.

If from the beginning I knew I was going to deal with him, I would not take this project even though the profits were very tempting. Sorry, how can I say this to you.

There was a bit of anxiety in him to tell this to Fajira. But the most important thing is how he can gain Fajira's trust which is very difficult for him to get.

I hope you don't misunderstand me after I explain it, baby.

"Speed, Sir!"

"well sir"

The car drove fast enough to split the crowded streets and the potential for traffic jams. Lucky Mr. Budi is very expert in finding a way that is not too crowded and faster to get home.

It did not take long, about 15 minutes less Irfan has arrived at his luxury home. The first thing he was looking for was the existence of Fajira who had already ravaged his heart and mind.

"sad? My wife?" irfan said to get into the house. He was silent for a moment when he smelled the scent he liked so much lately.

"honey" call Irfan as he steps towards the kitchen.

He was stunned to see Fajira's crazy body that began to contain, was behind him. Look sexy with a clearly plastered neckline, as if calling him and asking to be kissed.

"honey" Irfan said while hugging Fajira from behind.

"mas, are you home?" sentak Fajira who was getting used to the behavior of her perverted husband.

"husband came home, not welcomed even cool in the kitchen" said Irfan pouting.

"sorry, Mom. I'm cooking this, a little bit more done. I usually welcome you home, too," said Fajira stroking Irfan's jaw.

"hmm, is it true you're not papa darling?"

"yes, I'm not papa"

"Do you want any more?" Irfan said flirtatious and kissed Fajira on the nape to leave a mark there.

"Mas! You ihh. I took a shower, and I got my clothes ready in the dressing room. I want this nerusin first"

"yes baby. My prince where's Mother?"

"Again sleep earlier, soy sauce like Mas. Don't bother me"

"yes baby. I want to talk to you, but before I go to bed"

"yes, it is." Fajira smiled sweetly looking at Irfan.

After being satisfied to disturb Fajira, the man immediately stepped into their room to refresh the body first. But not Irfan name if not ignorant, he saw Fajri who was sound asleep while hugging his little roll.

"whose child is this, why is it so cute? muach muach muach." said Irfan gaunty kissed Fajri berhubi until the little man woke up and cried while hitting Irfan.

"hiks. Bundaa" cried Fajri annoyed because he was disturbed.

Plaque...

Plaque...

The little hand was unceasingly hitting Irfan who was next to him.

"bad daddy!" shout Fajri.

"hehe woke up again baby, took a bath with dad" said Irfan chuckled while holding Fajri.

"don't want Daddy, Aji's sleepy! Aji had taken a bath with Mother earlier" whined back.

"sama father has not taken a bath. muach. acem really"

"hhhh don't kiss that acem, dad!"

Irfan did not listen to Fajri's whining, he still insisted on bathing the little man and comforting him a little by playing soap bubbles. Fakir who is still upset and crying is a little interested in Irfan's game.

"Aji want to try?"

"want Daddy"

Irfan managed to make the little man fall silent from his cries and play soap with him.

"call you take a bath with dad?"

"yes dad, can Aji play soap again tomorrow?" ask Fajri merona.

"haha, can be dear." really Irfan was very anxious to see Fajri's behavior, let alone he was blushing like this.

They stopped when Fajira knocked on the bathroom door. They immediately rinse their bodies and then come out of the bathroom and wear their own clothes.

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TO BE CONTINUE