Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Tragedies

At 22:45 Isma arrived home. He finished all his work, so that tomorrow will no longer pile up. All project files as well as the Boss schedule have been well organized without errors.

As soon as he arrived home, Isma went straight into the room. He cleaned himself, changed his clothes and got ready for bed. But, just as Isma started to close her eyes, Arya walked into her room without knocking on the cleanest door first.

"Isma.." He cried, directly approaching Isma.

Prraaakkp…

One slap landed on Isma's cheek. Isma was shocked and did not understand. He was just trying to remember what he had done wrong.

Fitri runs in and pulls Arya who wants to slap Isma back.

"Already, mas. Mas istighfar. Poor thing." Prevent Fitri.

"For what pity is he? He doesn't even feel sorry for Abah. He doesn't know, you're sick now. Umi just called me. Umi Say abah.. abah... abah.." The cry broke considering the condition of abah.

Fitri tightened her husband's body. In the soft pat of the husband's back, and the warm embrace managed to calm the tantrums and cries of her husband.

Isma was still silent sitting on her bed. Slowly Isma held her cheek which began to feel sore due to Arya's slap.

Fitri stared at Isma who started to shed tears. 'O Allah. soften the heart of my husband and brother. Help them forget the pain that torments their inner being.' Prayer of Fitri in the heart.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Asked Isma quietly while sobbing.

Arya who had just calmed down, regained the emotion of hearing Isma's question.

"What's your fault? hah. Don't act pretentiously." Arya's snapped and annoyed.

"But Adek real don't know, mas." Reset Isma.

For a moment Arya sighed deeply, then she stepped closer to Isma. Fitri took part in holding the arm of her husband's hand. She was worried that her husband would come back to beat Isma.

"Your non-Muslim boss has warned me. Don't get close to him until you fall in love."

"What do you mean?" Isma did not understand.

"Your boss is meeting with Abah. He proposed to you..." Showing Isma's face.

"Because of him, now you're lying in the hospital. Trauma is back. The man lightly said he wanted to propose to you and he said you guys had a relationship all along." Clearly Arya gritted her teeth.

Isma's confused. Suddenly his head felt dizzy, twitched and finally Isma fell to the floor. He collapsed right in front of Arya.

"Isma.." Shouted Fitri shocked when he saw Isma's body fall down on the floor.

"Mas, help. gedong adek to his bed. It's so cold in here." Babe Fitri with a body that started shaking.

Isma's cheeks were red, Arya's slap was so strong. Slowly blood flowed from Isma's nose. Fitri and Arya started to panic.

"Mas, we're taking Isma to the hospital." Fitri advised while holding Isma's nose with a tissue on the part that continues to bleed.

Arya is not struggling. He looked at his hand that was used to slap Isma. 'What have I done?' His inner.

Arya was dazed like a confused person. He just paced around, then smiled and laughed.

"Mas... mas.. mas why?" Call Fitri.

She was worried to see her husband lose consciousness. Yeah, Arya keeps pacing. Now even he was walking around in Isma's room laughing and clapping.

Fitri was silent, her tears flowing. His hand that was holding the tissue on Isma's nose stopped. This is what Fitri has been afraid of all this time. Her husband's trauma was profound. This time her husband was acting strangely, as it brushed aside fear, worry and regret.

That night Isma's room was filled with the sound of Aryan laughter, the sound of Fitri's cries and the flow of blood from Isma's nose which began to drip onto her pillow and bed sheet.

"Dear. Istighfar. Mas I'm afraid.." said Fitri while scattered in the arms of her husband.

Fitri held Arya's body tightly, for Arya to stop walking. He also rested his head on Arya's chest right in her heart. Fitri said many prayers and words of healing so that her husband could be calm.

"I love you so much, Mas.believe Isma is also very worried about you. Mas must also remember Abah and Umi who are waiting for our arrival in Bandung." Said Fitri while continuing to tighten his embrace.

And with God's permission, Arya stopped laughing. Slowly his hands began to touch Fitri's back. In reply to Fitri's embrace, then Arya kissed the top of Fitri's head that made Fitri realize, her husband has returned.

"Mas Arya.." Call her sobbing.

Arya nodded in response to Fitri's call. Then in the deckapnya closely Fitri's body.

"I'm sorry baby." stroked Fitri's back.

Then, Arya glimpsed Isma's weakly lying body with blood constantly running down her nose.

"We're taking Adek to the hospital."

Arya took off her embrace from Fitri. He walked towards Isma. He carried Isma's tubh on his back.

"Dear prepare the car." His request to Fitri.

Fitri followed her husband's direction. And they stepped towards the car. The blood flowing in Isma's nose began to drip on Arya's shoulder and some dripped onto the floor.

"I'm sorry, Mas deck. I'm wrong, please hold on."

Seriate…