Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Prince Jealous!

Eleven o'clock at night. Thanksgiving, went well. All the guests are home. Abah Sama Umi has fallen asleep on the living room sofa with Arsyid among them.

Fitri and Arya wash dishes in the kitchen. They said they couldn't sleep until everything was clean. Isma and Prince were sitting in their room.

Isma leaned in Prince's lap while tightly grasping Prince's left finger. While Prince gently caressed Isma's stomach while chanting short surahs that he memorized.

"So I can't wait to see a funny grandpa." His word.

"Mas too, baby. But we have to be patient, God willing, for about three months we wait to meet baby." Obviously Prince.

"Healthy yes unfortunately Mother same Father." Smothering stomach.

"Mother too, take care of your health." Kiss Isma's forehead.

Driit…

"Who's calling." Isma asked while grabbing her phone.

His eyes were staring at the phone screen. There's a Bimo name. Before Isma pressed the green button, Prince grabbed his phone and answered the call.

Isma was shocked. The Prince's movements were very fast, his facial expression looked a little annoyed.

"Ha, why Bimo?" The answer.

"Prince?"

"Well, I'm disappointed that Isma didn't talk to you?" Sewot.

Isma's forehead wrinkled in wonder. Prince doesn't usually behave like that. And so is Bimo. He was astonished to hear Prince's words that sounded dislike to him.

"It's not so, Prince. It's just…"

"What's? Did you ring something to me?"

"Not at all Prince. I just wanted to tell you, Rina has given birth."

"really? When?" Prince asked enthusiastically.

His disappointed and angry face turned soft again. His lips also gave a smile.

"Saturday morning."

"Why are we just getting together now?"

"Yes, I know you're busy preparing for your seven-monthly thanksgiving."

Prince smiled, again his hand gently stroked the cheek of Isma who was still leaning on him.

"What's up, Mom?" Bisik Isma was curious.

"Congratulations to you. Rina and your baby are healthy, right?"

Hearing Prince ask such a thing, Isma grew curious. He brought his ear closer to the phone Prince had in his ear.

"Alhamdulillah healthy all. Thanks Prince. May your baby be healthy always until the day of delivery." Said praying.

"Thank you Bimo's. Greetings to Rina and your baby. Oh, yes, girl or boy?"

"Either. A little boy, his face is like mine." Obviously Bimo.

"Tomorrow we will return to Jakarta. We stopped by right away."

"Yes, always waiting for you to come."

"OK." Prince replied briefly immediately disconnecting.

"Rina's the lahiran, Mas?" Ask Isma.

"Yes dear. Saturday morning Rina lahiran."

"So when we come here, Rina's birth means something."

Prince nodded while confirming the pillow on his back. Then Prince pulled a blanket to touch the body of Isma who was still in his lap.

"We sleep, I'm tired and sleepy too."

"Yes. But can you sleep in a position like this?"

"Of course baby. If you can't, move your dear body over there." He pointed at the empty pillow next to him.

Isma smiled happily, then she tilted her head slightly, leaning right on Prince's left chest.

"Adek likes to listen to Mas's heartbeat." Her speech.

Prince stroked Isma's head gently. While one hand is used to pat Isma's back slowly, to make it faster to sleep and feel comfortable.

"I love you dear." Whisper Prince.

"Love you too, Mommy."

They're asleep. And so were their three babies in the womb of Isma. Since a few minutes ago, Isma's stomach feels roomy, because there are no more kicks and a sense of indignation.

Maybe the babies are asleep too. They also rest, because they feel tired after moving actively for most of the day.

SERIATE…