Prince Cinta Beda Religious

60 cm

Isma was silent sitting in front of the mirror looking at her pale-looking face. His chest felt tight and hard to breathe. Her hands grabbed the red lipstick and put it on her lips. The lipstick managed to disguise the pale look on his face.

Isma looks beautiful with a gold robe wrapped in black mingle. Long black hijab mounted neat dangling. This game was given by Prince two days ago. This dress was the last condition Prince wanted before he became Keyra's husband forever.

Isma closed her eyes for a moment. He recalled what happened a few days ago.

*Prince and Keyra seem to be getting more friendly. They look really happy on their wedding day. And for the last few days, Prince has always taken Keyra to the office.

And this afternoon Isma had just returned from buying lunch for Keyra and Prince.

"Where did you buy the pot?" Keyra asked when she saw the spirit that Isma had brought.

"At the fresh fruit restaurant, mbak. Don't you like it?" Ask Isma as decently as possible.

"I don't know yet, I haven't tried" he replied.

Isma was just waiting for Keyra to try her spirit. Prince is still working on his computer. Even so he heard the conversation of the two women.

Keyra tried to eat the stone, then suddenly he spewed back the stone that had reached his mouth. Isma was shocked to see that, she rushed to get a tissue and gave it to Keyra.

"You must be lying. It's cheap street shit." Angry smirk.

"No, it's rujak. . ."

Not yet finished Isma speaking, Keyra put a piece of the rujak into the heart of Isma. Isma was choking, but she could handle it. Rujak was too spicy and salty. Isma was confused why the dish is not good gini. It's always good. Don't2 Bimo ordered it wrong.

"Sorry, I don't know why it feels so bad." Said Isma while cleaning up the rubble spilled by Keyra.

Prince was finally piqued by the commotion. He was getting more emotional seeing Isma who was sitting on a platform cleaning up the vomit of Keyra.

"Stand.." Prince said coldly.

Isma didn't care about it, she just kept cleaning the floor. While Keyra looked in surprise at Prince who suddenly acted cold like that.

"Stand.." Reply with a voice louder than before.

Keyra was surprised, she held her stomach and was about to stand grabbing Prince's wrist. But before he reached for Prince's hand, Prince had already pulled Isma's wrist and made her stand.

Isma was surprised, she quickly threw out Prince's hand.

"Sorry boss, I accidentally bought the wrong rujak. . ." Said Isma trembling, she was startled as Prince suddenly grabbed her hand.

Keyra was silent. He looked at Prince's eyes which were staring at Isma but not an angry look, but a sad look. Keyra did not understand the situation.

Prince regulated his breathing, trying to hold back his emotions. It felt like being immediately in the embrace of Isma who was trembling in front of him. But what power, everything's so fucked up.

"Isma you get out of this room. Don't ever come here when I'm with Keyra." Prince continued to stare at Isma who was looking down silently.

"Good, boss. Again I'm sorry. . ."

With quick steps Isma left the room. Once outside, Isma's tears just flowed. In order not to be seen by others, Isma immediately entered the elevator. He pressed a button that would take him to the roof.

Her tears are getting bigger. I don't know why his heart hurt so much with the treatment of Prince who did not even give an apology or a word that can cover his heart.

Upon arriving at the roof, Isma let go of her cries. Because no one will know and hear her cry, Isma cried out loud.

"Astaghfirullahal'azim, O Allah strengthen my heart. Tighten my soul, O God. Eliminate this pain." He said in a cry.

While Isma was crying on the roof, Prince stared into Keyra's eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be like this, Key."

"Yes, I was just surprised because the taste was really bad. And he must have deliberately wanted to get hold of me, because for these few days I've always asked him to buy things. . ." Obviously Keyra defended himself not to be blamed.

"You go home now. I've booked a taxi."

Prince escorted Keyra to the front of the office. Keyra just kept quiet, she didn't know what to say. Because now his mind is still asking questions about Prince and Isma's relationship that today makes him suspect something.

Keyra was swept away in the question in a taxi that kept on driving her further away from the Company. Prince went back to the office.

Now Prince is in the elevator, he tries to relax and wants to get to Isma.

"I'm sorry Isma. I didn't mean to yell at you and be rude. I'm just confused, why do you always want to serve kegi**an Keyra." Prince blamed himself.

Ting. . .

The elevator door opened on the eighth floor, but Prince did not exit the elevator. He felt claustrophobic and chaotic, so he decided to go up to the roof.

Prince's eyes bulged when he arrived at the roof, he saw Isma sitting while sobbing in the corner of the roof wall.

'Isma... Should I be samperin?' His inner.

Step by step Prince began to approach Isma. Up to about _+ 60 cm with Isma.

"Isma, I'm sorry." Prince said as he extended a handkerchief to Isma.

Hearing her name, Isma raised her head. As soon as his eyes met Prince's eyes, Isma immediately stood up. She wiped her tears and tidied her slightly messy hijab from crying.

"I'm sorry boss. I didn't mean to make Keyra. . ."

"Don't apologize. Remove your tears." Stretching out a handkerchief.

And Isma received the handkerchief, she wiped away the dried up remains of tears.

Prince was relieved that he was finally able to meet Isma and just the two of them. There's a lot Prince wants to say to Isma. Since Isma's wedding day, Prince has not had a chance to talk to Isma alone.

Now Prince is sitting next to Isma, their distance is still the same, 60 cm. Prince knew Isma was keeping a great distance from the man who was not his muhrim.

"Is, can I talk to you alone?"

Isma nodded. At least she wanted to hear whatever Prince said one last time before he became Keyra's legal husband.

"I'm sorry, because that day just left you. I didn't even know it was..."

Prince stopped his words, he did not want to bring up things that might be painful for Isma.

"I'm also sorry for not chasing you when you came and saw me hugging Keyra."

Isma was silent. He really only wanted to hear an explanation from the Prince.

"I'm sorry, I never explained anything to you. I just don't know what to do, and have to start explaining where?"

"Ask anything. I'll answer it. I don't know where to start." Reciprocity.

Prince looked at Isma who still kept his head down and occasionally hiccupped.

"Do you love me?" Ask Isma without looking.

Prince was shocked to hear the question. What he should do. Yes, Prince loves Isma very much. But, Prince says free love if in the end Prince will marry Keyra.

"Is the question too difficult to answer? If yes, then no. . ."

"I love you so much. Only you, Isma." Prince replied excitedly.

Isma was silent at the answer, between believing and not. But at least it made his heart happy.

"Do you still believe in your God?" Continue Isma.

Prince remained silent. In fact, the last few days Prince's heart began to shake. He began to feel comfort when he heard the sound of the Quran and the chanting of the Qur'an that he often heard on TV.

"I'm sorry Is. I can't answer that question."

"Not to apologize. I get it."

Isma stood up. He had heard what he wanted to hear. Now he knows what to do.

"Is, wait for me. In a minute." Prince said that made Isma heavy to step his legs.

"What am I waiting for someone's husband. After all, you haven't loved Islam either."

"I will try to know and learn Islam. I promise Isma. I love you so much. You're Isma Ramadhani." Prince said as he pleaded before Isma.

"Why you Prince? Stand up, I won't change my decision. We're just meant to be friends." Isma insisted that Prince immediately stand up and stop begging.

"If you want, I'll convert right now. Then we get married, and after marriage you can teach me about Islam."

Isma was touched by Prince's words. But the shadow of Keyra's face and the baby in her womb made Isma resist the turmoil of happiness in her heart.

"Your wedding is only three days Prince. You're supposed to be focused and also have to take good care of Keyra."

Isma tried to explain. The Prince just nodded.

"I won't marry her if you won't wait for me." Prince threatened Isma.

Isma was silent at the Prince's words. Isma also wondered why Prince was acting like a child. Pake the event ngenghancam all.

"You don't have to be weird, Prince. Soon you'll be getting married and this isn't a game we can play first."

"I know Is. But I don't love Keyra at all. I married her just to help her. So please wait for me Isma."

Isma remained silent. How touching was his heart Prince's words just now. But, why Prince dared to take risks by playing in a marriage bond.

"I won't wait for you Prince. I don't want to wait for a man who plays with marriage."

Isma's words made Prince speechless. He did not know how to melt Isma's heart to wait for him.

"Learn to love Keyra. Marry her to the real marriage." Connect Isma.

And Isma's speech this time made Prince disappointed and sick. Her heart ached when she heard that the woman she loved so much asked her to love another woman.

"Well, I'm going to marry Keyra in a real marriage. But on condition. . ." Challenge Prince.

"Whatchu mean? I won't approve." Firm Isma.

"good. If you don't agree to it. I'll marry Keyra and divorce her once the wedding reception is over."

"PRINCESS..." Isma was upset mixed with fear. He did not want to make Prince a br***s*k man who forgot his promise and was not responsible.

"I only ask for one condition Isma. I want you to be present at my wedding wearing the dress that I chose directly for you. You should come and congratulate me right in front of me." Shouted Prince explaining his terms.

Both silent. Isma shed her tears again, while Prince tried to neutralize back his breath that felt tight after saying the requirements he asked of Isma.

"Well, I'll come. . ." Isma's tears trickled down, then she selflessly stepped away from the Prince.

"Aarghhhhh. . ." He shouted many times.

Prince grabbed her hair and finally she cried.

"I'm sorry Isma. I don't know, can I keep my promise to love Keyra? My whole heart is for you Isma. . . You are the owner of this heart."

Prince cried out his frustration. He punched the wall with his right hand until it bled.

Isma was still standing behind the roof floor door. He watched Prince cry. It also made his heart feel very sick.

"I love you Prince too. But my religion forbids marrying you. Ii'm sorry. I will pray for your happiness."

Isma was agitating while pressing on her chest which felt increasingly tight and painful.

They wept, shedding all the stifling feelings in their hearts. This time they cried without looking at each other. Hopefully one day they will cry while hugging each other.*

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