Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Season 2 (Chap 37)

Seven years later.

Isma and Prince are being bandaged. They are waiting for the return of their three hearts.

"Mas, how come I'm with ya." Said Isma who dizzy waiting for the arrival of her children.

"Dad, mother." Shouted Rara who was running towards them.

"Rara, baby." Isma greeted Rara in her arms.

"Dad." Rara hugged her father. "They haven't arrived yet?" Rara asked glanced around. Apparently he arrived first.

"Not yet darling. It's still half an hour." Answer Prince.

"His happy, my daughter has returned from Korea, and has become a famous designer again." Praise Isma proud.

"Sure dong, who used to be his father and his mother." Rara is proud to be the daughter of both great parents.

"Dad, mother, is it true that Fazil is getting married soon?" Ask Rara who landed the issue while still in Korea.

"Yes. Two more days of her show." Answer mother.

"Who's the woman, mother?" Rara was really curious, who the lucky woman was.

"Fazil won't let you tell him before his proposal is accepted." Isma.

"Well, Fazil's proposal hasn't been accepted yet? Well, great also that woman, can hang a Fazil." Rara is on her own.

"Which woman will immediately accept a proposal from a man who is only known by name, son?" Ask Isma to Rara.

"Yes too, mother. But, Fazil is famous even in the virtual world. A young man who memorized nearly 30 Qur'an juices, never dated, did not shake hands or come into contact with a woman who was not his mahram and more importantly, a major heir to the K.H Group." Obviously Rara is modeled after one of the articles that can be found in the sosmed world.

"Is Fazil that famous?" Ask the father who is interested in talking.

"Yes, yeah. Fazil's really famous." Rara showed the article to her father through her phone screen.

"Who wrote this article?" Ask Mom and Dad.

"Fazil's hardline admirers and fans." Obviously Rara.

And as they were discussing the article, Fazil and Feisal stepped closer to them silently.

"Yes, Almahyra." Call Fazil and Feisal together.

Hearing her name called, Rara immediately turned her head and glared at the arrival of her two twin brothers. "Fazil, Feisal." Run after them.

Then, the three of them hugged each other. They miss each other, because the last eight years have never been together.

"Look, they miss each other more, than both parents." Rutuk Prince looked at his daughter's son.

"They miss each other, mas." Isma looked up at her daughter's son.

"Dad, mother." Fazil and Feisal approached their parents. Then they hugged each other.

"Taste Indonesia, what else is a mother who cooks, uuhhhh it feels amazing." Rara and Feisal. Fazil was focused on enjoying the food.

"So you've decided which college to teach at, Fei?" Ask Prince.

"Already, yeah. I'll teach at UIN Jakarta." The answer.

A year ago, Feisal received five invitations from different campuses to sign him to Lecturer. And finally, choose UIN Jakarta.

"You seriously don't want to work for the company?" Ask Prince again.

"No, dad. I don't like all that. I'd rather be a Lecturer." Rigorously.

"You, Ra? Not interested in the company?" Prince asked Rara.

"No, dad. Being a designer is my dream. And dress dress muslimah karyaku favored all circles, even abroad." Proud of himself.

Prince and Isma nodded in understanding. They do not force their children to take care of the company. And the only one who has the potential and does like the company is Fazil. He will be given responsibility by Prince soon after he gets married.

"Zil, are you sure you want to start from the bottom first?" Prince asked again.

"Yes, Dad. Fazil likes companies. Therefore, Fazil wants to learn everything starting from the lowest position in the company. And if it works, Fazil will rise slowly. If it fails, Fazil will try again from the beginning."

"Daebak, Fazil is amazing." Sela Rara gave two thumbs to her brother.

Fazil smiled happily to get a compliment from Rara. Then, Feisal also gave two thumbs up to Fazil. Then they bickered each other fighting over a piece of chicken thigh.

"Mother, look Feisal won't budge." Adu Rara whines to her mother.

"You ate two, Ra. I just got one loh. So this is mine." His protest.

Then, they went back to fighting over the chicken thigh. Until finally catching each other. Rara grabbed Feisal's hair directly, while Feisal could only pull Rara's hijab.

"No, it hurts." Shouted Feisal.

"Mother, father help me. Feisal.." Shouted Rara pulled strong Feisal's short hair as she felt that her hijab would soon detach from her head.

Prince shook his head to watch his two children. Then she continued eating it with pleasure. Isma did the same. Meanwhile, Fazil uses the showdown to seize the forgotten chicken thigh.

"Bro, Sis. Sorry!" Exclaim Fazil while biting the thigh of the chicken.

Rara and Feisal turned their heads and immediately stared intently at Fazil. " Faziiiilllll.." Shouted those who instantly made Fazil run.

The chase happened, and the chicken thigh was all eaten by Fazil. "We are the champion." Shouted Fazil proud of winning the showdown.

Rara and Feisal sat down on the floor. They blame each other.

"Mother has a lot of chicken thighs, some will not." Seru Isma who serves fried chicken thighs on the dining table.

The three of them stared at each other, then ran towards the dining table to continue eating those who were delayed due to the dispute earlier.