Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
89. It all depends on you, Mom!

After dinner, Fajri and Fajira head for the room, while Irfan wants to finish the little work he brought from the office. Fajri always looked towards the bathroom, he felt addicted to playing soap bubbles like this afternoon. Fajira frowned looking at Fajri who looked strange, he turned on the television but his eyes were somehow staring in which direction.

"Aji why, son?" asked Fajira and made the little man surprised.

"hmm, it's Mommy. But Mother do not be angry" said Fajri Lirih.

"what dear? Aji want something?" Fajira said as she stroked Fajri's head gently.

"the eum... Aji wants it Mother. Hmm but same dad. Aji wants to play bubble, can I?" Fajri said softly and bent his face.

Whahuh? did I not hear wrong? Fa-Fajri playing soap bubbles? with Mas Irfan? thank goodness Fajri was finally able to enjoy his childhood without all the tools that look creepy. Bathin Fajira was happy and a little incredulous.

Fajri who saw the gloom of his mother even became afraid that Fajira would scold him. He immediately hugged and buried his face in the lap of the beautiful woman.

"Well you wanna play bubble?" Fajira's words made Fajri speechless and in disbelief.

"Aji? Nanya lo nanya lo nak! Aji want to play bubble?" Fajira repeated the question.

Fajri raised a face that was still gawking as if in disbelief and looked at Fajira's bead. He tried to find a gap of lies there, but nil he saw Fajira's gaze was still soft as usual.

"Can Mommy?"

"May darling. Tomorrow's off, right?. Later Mommy asks the same Pak Sakti to buy Aji tools, baby, so you can play big bubbles" said Fajira enthusiastically.

"can you really be Mother? Can I play bubbles?" ask Fajri back.

"by darling! Mother will never forbid Aji origin is beneficial and not harmful"

"thank you Mother. But there is no need to buy the tools Mother. Aji just wants to play with me in the bathroom"

"what if you don't want to, too, son?" fajira said sadly.

"eh that's not Mother, will Mother not be cold if we play bubbles?"

"that's why Mother asked for help to buy the same tool Pak sakti later yes, so we can play outside together"

"thank you Mother" said Fajri again hugging Fajira.

"hmm Where's mommy?" ask Fajri back.

"So dad had a little job, baby. Maybe it'll come again. Does Aji want another bobo, son?"

"Aji wants to wait for Daddy first mother"

Fajri leaned against Fajira's arm while watching inside the room. Slowly he fell asleep after feeling the gentle rubbing that was always offered by his mother without her asking.

Fajira did not stop smiling from earlier because the thing he really wanted to happen, was, that is, seeing Fajri play the game of his age without mingling with tools and machines that often make him jealous when Fajri is more busy with them in bandikan himself.

"sleep baby, tomorrow Mother will show Aji how exciting it is to play with mingling games"

Fajira immediately contacted Pak Sakti and asked for help to buy some toys that Fajri could play with later. He asked to buy a tool to make large bubbles, some robots, small plastic balls as much as 1000 pieces, and various other toys.

just when he finished giving a message to Pak Sakti, Irfan entered with his tired face. He immediately got into bed and hugged Fajira in the same position as Fajri, sleeping while hugging his legs.

"has his kingdom finished?" asked Fajira while rubbing Irfan's head gently.

"yes, let's take a break"

"But there's something I want to tell you"

"what story do you want, Mom?"

"behold, I moved Fajri first yes" Irfan immediately held Fajri and laid him on a single bed in the corner of the room. After that Irfan immediately scattered and re-hugged Fajira tightly.

"Mas, engap!"

"sorry baby. hmm Bagini, but you don't get mad at me"

"why do you always say I don't get angry? do I look like a hot-tempered person?" ask Fajira frowning.

"hehe's not a pity, but this is a little serious darling"

"what do you want to tell me?"

"I haven't had a business relationship in a year if the leader is a woman. But the project I'm currently working on, was replaced by his son. So I will often meet the woman dear" said Irfan trying to tell a story

God, I just got happiness, please don't finish this quickly. Bathin Fajira is worried.

"continue?"

"She seems interested in me, baby. But, but I'll avoid it. I just need you and our kids. I don't need any more women. Give me trust, baby. Because I don't want to lose you anymore" Irfan looked at Fajira with teary eyes.

Fajira looked at Irfan nanar, trying to find a lie there, but nil he only saw sincerity and honesty in Irfan's eyes. He raised his hand and stroked Irfan's head gently.

"From the beginning I decided to marry you. I put so much trust in you, Mom. In the age of our marriage which is still corn, I only hope for one thing. I just don't want to lose my son's smile from witnessing the destruction of his family because of the third man.

It all depends on you, as the head of the household. You are the captain who will take me and our children to wade and face the cruel world. I believe in you, and it would be easily unshakable if I saw the slightest crack in the lie from you. It's not me who wants to go, but Fajri who will take me away" said Fajira who had let out her tears while hugging Irfan

"I'll take care, baby, I won't let you go again in my life even if it's just for a second. I will keep your trust. But you should never listen to the news on television, social media and so on. I'll always be open about what I'm going through after this"

"I trust you, never cover anything from me Mas, if it hurts, please say. If the problem is big, we'll find a solution together, at least I can be a place for you to complain"

"thank you, thank you"

Irfan hugged Fajira tightly while stroking his wife's back. He was really very afraid if the woman made the household that he had just built with great difficulty, even messy.

I'll make sure he doesn't fuck around after this. I promise to take care of you and our dear child. Determined Irfan.

He closed his tired eyes, but a moment later he felt a hand creeping through the chest of his field. He saw Fajira with her eyes closed, putting both hands in Irfan's shirt.

The man smiled sweetly, and opened his clothes so that Fajira could be more free to touch him.

"sleep baby. I love you my wife" Irfan caught up with Fajira who had fallen asleep in her arms.

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