Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Is this Love?

Tap, tap, tap…

The sound of a tall man's footsteps echoing corridor of the 8th floor office, he walked with cool steps like a model. He looks very neat like the CEO in a Korean drama. He continued to step up while spreading his smile to every female employee he met.

"Stttoooopppp.." Shouted Rina while blocking the Man.

The cool move stopped suddenly. She looked at Rina's face, then step by step she got closer. Rina was silent. In fact he was fascinated by the good looks of the foreign man.

"Hey girl, you look so cute. I like you." The man whispered in Lina's ear.

The man's voice sounded melodious in Rina's ears, making her even more enchanted and forget that the handsome man had stepped far past her.

"OMG.." She cried so consciously and saw that the stranger had approached the door of the Boss' room.

"Stop.please stop.." Shouted Rina by continuing to run after the man.

The man turned to look at Rina, then smiled mockingly at Rina who failed to stop him. The man finally opened the door of the Boss' room, and once the door was opened Rani arrived.

"Hi, dear.." Greet the man to Prince by waving the centile like a woman.

Lina who witnessed that also felt amused. 'Cool... but really like a girl.' Batinya.

"Sorry Boss, I was late preventing this Man." Sela Rani's.

Prince looked at Rina and the man took turns.

"It's ok. I know him. You can come out."

"Good Boss."

Rina stepped out, but before that she looked back and saw the man and Prince hugging very tightly like a couple who let go of longing after a long time apart.

'No way, wuaaahhh….' His inner.

Then Rani took a quick step and left Prince with the stranger.

As soon as Lina disappeared, Prince immediately took off a hug.

"Long time.I miss you." Said the Man.

"You miss me? Really?"

"Yeah."

Prince turned his gaze away, he stared far out through the glass wall of the room.

"So, why is it showing up now?" Prince asked coldly.

"I am sorry. So busy.." Step closer to Prince.

"I fell in love." Prince's brief.

The man who owns Hendra's name smiles at Prince's confession. He slowly approached and stood next to the Prince.

"Who is she? Is she beauty?"

"Very well. I really love her. But…"

Prince stopped his words. Holding his chest that suddenly felt tight. There was pain and longing there that made her feel even more sick and tormented.

"But.." Hendra repeated.

"Today she's married to her parents' chosen man."

"So, why are you still here, huh? go after him, if you need to cancel the wedding." Hendra said with great enthusiasm.

"No. Free. He is a Muslim anyway. She would never marry a non-Muslim man."

"He loves you too?"

"I am not really about that. May be."

Hearing the desperate words of his best friend, Hendra felt concerned. In his eyes his best friend, and Hendra smiled faintly. He can see the twinkle of sincere love in Prince's eyes. And only this time did Hendra see such a twinkle of an eye since knowing Prince from twelve years ago.

"Bro.loe can't stay here. At least go after him. Express your feelings before she officially becomes another man's wife. Pursue him now." Advice Hendra.

'Shall I go after him?' His inner.

For a moment Prince was silent, then he ran out of his room and Hendra.

"Thank you bro's. I'm gonna go after him. Even though I know what it's gonna be like." He shouted as he continued to run away from his study.

"Go, go after your love, Prince. Hurry back and take the girl with you." Hendra said that he had given up Prince's departure.

Meanwhile in Bandung. Isma sat in front of the dressing table. The makeup artist is pairing her hijab. Isma's face has been transformed into a beauty. In the living room, all the invitations had already arrived. Decoration decoration beautiful guarantee arranged.

The groom has just arrived with his family.

"Fitri, please call your sister. He's still in the room, right?" Pinta Umi on Fitri.

"Yes Umi. I'll call you."

And in her room, Isma was surprised to get a message from the Boss.

*Isma wait for me.

I'll come get you.

I love you as sincere as my heart.

I'll marry you, believe me.*

Reading the message made Isma unreasonable. Isma did not fully know about her heart to Prince. But, Isma is scared enough to marry Randy.

"Oh my God, help me. What am I supposed to do?"

Isma closed her eyes, momentarily recalling all the memories of Prince. Well that's when it's upset that Prince often makes him work overtime. Or when Prince was treating her well, taking her out to eat, a little joking. All those memories appeared in his memory.

Isma's tears didn't just drip. His heart suddenly felt a deep longing for Prince.

"What feeling is this, O God, help me get out of this situation."

Ccrrahaakk. . .

The sound of her bedroom door opening.

"Dec, are you ready? The guest and the bride have arrived." Fitri approached Isma.

How surprised Fitri was when she saw Isma crying.

"Why adek? Is it sick?" Ask Fitri worriedly.

"Teteh call Mas Arya…"

Willing to walk away, but Isma quickly held Fitri's hand.

"Don't Tea.." He said softly as he looked at Fitri with a very sad look on his face.

"Teh, you can meet someone for a minute. Promise not long. Please Tea…!!"

Isma pleaded with mercy. Hope Fitri allows it.

"Dek, what are you talking about? soon the deal will begin. We better get out now." Bring Fitri.

"Please…"

Isma begged desperately, kneeling on the ground. Seeing Isma's behavior like that makes Fitri not bear.

"OKs. But remember, only five minutes."

"Thank you…"

Isma stood up, in her tears. Then he stepped out of the window. Without anyone, Isma ran in a wedding dress without sandals. He continued running while occasionally a beautiful smile full of happiness bloomed on his lips.

"Is this what people call love? If so, then I love Mr. Arogan, my Prince."

Seriate…