Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Wait for me, Isma!

The work at the office returned as usual. Today is the first day of work after the weekend. Isma was so busy in front of the computer with a stack of files on her desk. His hands were so deftly pressing the keyboard keys, but inadvertently his eyes caught the light from the ring jewel that was now coiled around his ring finger.

"O Allah, may this be your choice for me." He said softly as he touched the ring.

Drriyit….

Voice Phone. Isma pressed the green button.

"My room now."

"Good, Boss." Get up from his seat. Isma immediately stepped towards the Prince's room.

Without knocking on the door, Isma entered immediately. "Can I help you, boss?" Ask Isma.

Prince did not answer, he instead looked at the ring finger of Isma's left hand that had been filled with a jewel ring. Isma who realized that immediately hid her hand back.

I don't know why Isma's heart feels weird, it feels claustrophobic. Tears seemed to flow from his eyes. The same thing happened to Prince. 'Realously true.' His inner.

*prince called Isma just to prove what he heard from his employees this morning. While in the elevator, all gossip about the ring on Isma's ring finger.

"Correct? Isma's engaged?" Whisper some of the employees who hitchhiked in the same elevator as Prince.

"I'm sure the ring was from Bimo."

"I'm sure too. I watched them in Bogor. They're always together. Bimo is also very considerate of Isma." Connect with one of the employees.

"really. Even Isma was not worried at all with Bimo's attention. In the past, if Bimo was attentive, Isma would be angry or even hit Bimo." Their chant was unaware of the Prince's presence among them.*

"Boss... boss.." Call Isma while waving her hand in front of Prince's face.

"Aaa. eemm. You can go back to your room."

Hearing that, Isma grunted in annoyance. How not to be upset. Isma's work piled up in her room, then Prince asked her to come to his room and casually said forget.

"Didn't you hear? Go back to your room." Prince repeated when he saw Isma still standing in front of him.

"Well.." said Isma by tightening her teeth firmly.

Hours have passed. Isma was still loyal in front of her computer. He didn't even knowingly miss his lunch.

Rani stopped by an hour ago, but Isma refused Rani's invitation for lunch. Bimo also brought lunch. But, until now the lunch brought Bimo still intact neatly located on the table. Isma didn't even have five minutes for lunch.

Kkkrruuukk…

The voice of Isma's stomach that had been rumbling. The clock shows at 14:56 noon. And Isma still had not filled her stomach.

Isma was tired and hungry. But he couldn't stop his work. When Isma stopped working, she would keep on remembering things. Like the ring that now adorns his ring finger, then the ring that he really wants to wear is the Prince's gift ring.

"O Allah.." - Said Isma.

He finally stopped staring at the computer screen. Slowly his hand grabbed the small red box from inside the small drawer of the table. It was not the small box, and the beautiful ring Prince gave was inside the box.

For some reason, Isma's tears just flowed down her cheeks. His chest felt tight, his hands were trembling. Isma tried to remove the ring attached to her sweet finger. He wanted to replace it with a Prince-given ring.

But the shadow of the smile of happiness from the face of abah and umi made Isma stop her action to remove the ring on her ring finger.

"Umi, abah.pardon adek..."

Isma finally cried. Only this time did Isma feel this kind of pain. It felt like he betrayed the man he loved so much. In fact, Isma herself is not so sure and knows about her feelings for Prince.

And without Isma noticing, Prince looked at her from the outside. Prince sees Isma crying, he also sees Isma who intends to wear her gift ring.

"Lord. Don't play with our hearts." Prince. His heart ached when he saw Isma crying like that.

'Should I see her parents?' Inner Prince.

Prince wants to meet Isma's parents. He also ran towards the Archival Administration room. Prince is looking for employee data. Until he finally found Isma's data. Prince looked at Isma's parents' address.

In the photo, that address. Prince then reassembled the data file.

"Wait for me Isma. I'm gonna stop those tears. I now know you also have the same taste as my race to you." Prince said with a happy smile.

Seriate…