Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Leave Isma!

After returning from the office, Prince immediately headed to Bandung. His resolve is round. He really wanted Isma to be his life companion. The feeling of Mama and Papa who seemed to dislike his choice.

Papa and his mother have said nothing since Prince's confession of his heart anchored to a Muslim girl. Prince even ruled out the bad response he would receive from the Isma family.

"Lord, this heart does not ask to love a Muslim girl. But maybe you are the one who directs our hearts to love each other. So, please. . . Don't let your destiny break our hearts." Prince.

He prayed to his Lord and the Lord Isma at once. Prince is not a religious man. However, he often prayed and dialogued with his grandfather who was a priest.

Back to the road that began to fade. Prince has been on his way for about two hours. Prince had already arrived in Bandung, but he still had to drive for thirty minutes to arrive at Isma village.

And now Prince has arrived at the village gate that is headed. Prince continues to drive down the small road, he follows the google map to the center point of Isma's house.

"You have arrived at the destination." Google map speaker voice.

Prince parked his car on the side of the road near a green house. The house is simple but looks luxurious and beautiful.

Although hesitant Prince stepped into the yard. Her spirit is very quiet. The door of the house was tightly closed, but the lights on the terrace were still brightly lit.

With hesitation, Prince finally knocked on the door.

"Excuse me.." Knock on the door leaf once again.

"Excuse me..." Repeat Prince again. When he knocked again, the door opened.

A middle-aged woman opened the door. He looked at Prince from toe to toe. This made Prince a little nervous.

"Who's umi?" Ask her husband from the inside.

"No idea, Bah." Umi shouted as she continued to look at Prince who was still standing with a groggy smile clearly visible on her lips.

"You who? What business is it?" Ask Umi.

"I'm Prince, aunt. I'm Isma's friend from Jakarta." Prince replied with a nervous feeling.

A moment Umi turned to look at Abah who stepped near them.

"Teman Isma from Jakarta said, Bah."

Abah saw Prince. He looked at it from the tip of his foot to the tip of his hair. Prince's appearance is very neat, because he still wears an office uniform. It's just that his black suit is already loose. All that's left is a white shirt and a neatly tied tie.

"Yes, come in first. It's a long way from Jakarta to here." Welcome Abah.

Abah embraces Prince's shoulder and takes him to step inside the house. While Umi had already stepped in to prepare drinks for their guests.

"Please sit down, son…"

"Prince, Om." Called her name.

Abah nodded in understanding. Then the two sat facing. For a moment the atmosphere was frozen. No one wants to start a conversation. Abah continued to pay attention to Prince, and Prince began to feel uncomfortable because he was constantly stared at by Abah.

"Drink first, son Prince." Umi came with two glasses of warm tea.

The arrival of Umi makes the frozen atmosphere become slightly melted. They also drank the hot tea.

"There is a need for Prince, come all the way here. Nights again?" Ask Umi.

Prince took a breath. "Previously sorry I interrupted Om and Aunty's break. There's actually something good I want to say."

With hesitation and nervous Prince tried to ventured to reveal the purpose of his arrival.

"I.. would like to propose…"

"Isma's already in the room." Abah continued before Prince finished his speech.

Hearing that, Prince seemed to be splashed with water on his face. Abah and Umi whispered for a while.

"Well, maybe he's a non-Muslim. Proof he didn't say hello when he just came." Umi's whisper.

"Change tau. Abah saw the sign of the cross in his car." Brisik Abah later.

Prince heard their conversation. Prince's face became red. 'I was definitely rejected.' His inner.

"What a Prince's son is…"

"I'm not Muslim." Sahut Prince quickly responded with Abah's question that was not even finished.

Hearing this, Abah and Umi looked at each other. They were silent without a wiggle. Prince looked up at the two.

"Go home... Isma had been proposed by a sholeh man and a religious. Isma will not accept you." Firm Abah.

"Did Isma like that sholeh guy?"

"certain. Isma really likes sholeh guys."

"But, I think Isma likes me."

That made Abah angry. Abah's eyes stared at Prince sharply. Abah even turned his face violently which meant Abah's dislike of Prince.

"I'm going to study Islam. Just let me apply for Isma." Pinta Prince's.

"will not. You're just a bunch of people who like to slander our people." Shouted Abah loudly.

"Not all, Om. And I'll still get Isma no matter what." The Prince who did not lose his challenge.

"Bad..." Shouted Abah as she stepped closer.

Pprraa…

A slap landed on Prince's cheek.

"Remember this forever. I don't want my son to marry a non-Muslim man. Better my son marry a thug who is Muslim or not married at all." Strictly Abah was full of Emotions.

Abah is still carried away by the traumatized emotions of events many years ago. Umi sat quietly in the chair watching Abah and Prince's brief showdown.

"Why is Om so hateful to people of different religions? Are we not also human beings who have the right to love? Doesn't Islam teach mutual respect and don't disturb or demean each other?"

"That's because you caused me to lose the people I care about. They punished him and tortured him. You have no heart." Abah was about to slap Prince again, but Umi quickly grabbed Abah's hand.

"Go, son. Never come back. If you love Isma, then never bother her. Let him forget you. And forget Isma." Umi's message with an affirmed tone.

Umi held back her tears as she said that. It was as if Umi knew Prince and Isma loved each other.

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