Prince Cinta Beda Religious

The Lauhul Mahfudz

The bridal room is so beautifully decorated. Keyra fantasizes about getting warm love from prince while looking at himself in the mirror. Prince cleaned himself in the bathroom.

Water continued to flow wetting his body starting from the head. Eyes closed. Both of his hands touched the wall. Slowly his lips smiled. Apparently Prince imagined Isma in front of him.

"Isma, did you know. . . I did marry Keyra. But for God's sake, I feel like today I married you. I hold your hand, I kiss your lips and I kiss your forehead, and I carry you to our room."

Prince said, still closing his eyes, his right hand made a movement as if he was stroking Isma's face.

"Ah, I've been gi**, Isma. You have to take responsibility. Wait a minute for me." Prince opened his eyes. Then she smiled remembering herself talking and remembering the incident at the altar earlier this afternoon.

Well apparently, all Prince did to Keyra was just because he imagined Keyra was Isma.

Prince finished bathing, he came out of the bathroom which was immediately greeted by Keyra who was ready with her night dress so mini that it made her stomach look very big.

Prince approached. Then gently caress Keyra's face. Prince drew his face closer to Keyra's. And Keyra closed her eyes. He was waiting for Prince to kiss him.

Prince's breath drew closer and warmed his face, then Prince turned his nose to touch Keyra's neck. And accidentally Keyra mend***h was restrained when she felt the warmth of Prince's breath on her neck.

"Sleep, you need to rest. Poor baby soaked an." Prince's whisper in Keyra's ear.

Then Prince stepped onto the bed. He spread his body and immediately closed his eyes regardless of Keyra who was still silent disappointed and sad because Prince was just teasing him.

Meanwhile, Isma was on her way to Bandung. He returned to Bandung after Prince's wedding. Isma really misses Abi and Umi.

"Be careful on the road. Don't speed it." Said Fitri when he had released the departure of his sister-in-law.

"Send your regards. Tell Abi and Umi not to worry about your Teteh content." Arya.

"Yes, um." Put the bag in his car.

Before getting into the car, Isma touched Fitri's stomach which is now entering the eighth month.

"Ponakan Aunty look after Mama with Papa huh. Aunty wants to see Grandpa with grandma first." Speak with the voice of a child. Then Isma kissed Fitri's stomach.

"Get away first, Assalamu'alaikum."

Isma also drove her car alone to Bandung. The sadness of his heart was a little disguised because throughout the journey Umi called him and accompanied the journey of Isma who did not feel soon will arrive at the house of Umi and Abi.

"Yes, dear umi. This is still up again. Don't worry."

Isma heard the voice of Umi babble through headphones. Sometimes Isma smiled, laughed and sometimes frowned and listened to the earthly babble along the way.

Meanwhile, in Bogor. Bimo toured the Wonderland area as well as their hospitality which was nearing its final stage. Bimo was accompanied by one of his Team employees, also the leader of the builders.

They talked about the hotel building and Wonderland.

"I think it's good here to add more accessories, sir." Advice Bimo.

He felt there was something empty near the fountain playground and the swivel comedy.

"Good, sir. The plan is still to be poured some accessories again, Mr. Bimo." He said while showing the design image that was given by Isma.

"This is the direct design that Buk Isma gave me, sir." Reciprocity.

Bimo nodded in understanding. He then continued to walk towards the hotel building.

The building of the hotel consists of only five floors. But memeiliki design is simple, and soothing to look at.

'Isma, the building and the Wonderland are almost finished. I want to be the first person who will bring you here to play together to realize Isma's dream.' His inner.

The longing now struck Bimo's heart. He had not seen Isma for a few days. The longing became more and more when Bimo stared at the photo of Isma on his HP screen.

"Sir Bimo. . ." Call his employees to wake Bimo up from his daydream.

"Ah, yes. What's up?" He replied slightly surprised and immediately put HP into his suit pocket.

"I think it's better for you to rest first. We can continue tomorrow." His advice.

"OKs. I really need a break."

They returned to the car and drove to the inn hotel which was not so far from the location of the unfinished project building.

Upon arrival in the hotel room, Bimo who had already missed Isma very much, finally pressed Isma's name on her screen.

Moments later, the call was answered by Isma.

His voice sounded worried, because Bimo called him late at night like this.

"No Is. Everything's fine." Bimo replied with a happy smile.

"Thank God. Then why haven't you slept? It's so late, Bim!"

"Regular Is. I can't sleep before I hear your voice."

"Oh my goodness, Bim. You're okay, right?"

"No. I'm suffering. . ." Whiney.

"Hahhahaaaa. . 'already ah don't be gombal. It's late at night too."

"But this time it's not a dreadlocks, Is. I'm serious this time. I suffer because I miss you."

"me too. In two days we'll see Bimo baby." Isma.

He used to joke like that with Bimo. And Bimo already knew that he was rejecting his feelings. Bimo is nothing more than his best friend.

"Two days later Is. Why not go to Bogor tomorrow. Boss is on leave too." Whimpering.

"I'm in Bandung now, just arrived a few minutes ago."

"In Bandung? You go to Bandung alone at night?"

"Yes. Accompanied by Umi kok throughout the trip."

"Why not take the bus. You're the girl Is, driving the car alone at night. Danger of tau." Demonise.

This time Bimo was seriously angry and Worried.

"Yes, Bim. I arrived safely, really. Had asked interin mas Arya, but it is not possible to leave Fitri tea alone."

"Can take the bus, Isma."

"I'm males, Bim. I want to learn to drive myself to Bandung at night."

For a moment Bimo fell silent. He just realized, maybe Isma deliberately to calm his heart that is sick because of Prince's marriage.

Yes, Bimo secretly finds out about Isma's feelings for Prince.

'That's important to him in your heart, Is. Until you dare to challenge the danger.' His inner.

"Bim, sorry. Next time I won't repeat. Ok."

"Mmhhh. . ."

"I know you're angry. But I'm really not in good shape Bim. I just really miss Umi and Abi. It feels like seeing and hearing their voices can ease my pain."

Hearing Isma's words, Bimo fell silent. It's true what he suspects. It turns out Isma was hit hard because the man she loved married another woman.

"alright. You rest. I'll see you in two days."

"Yes, good night Bimo."

Bimo ended their conversation. Then he laid his body on the bed. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling of the hotel room, then he sighed.

"I will continue to love you until you meet your dear mahfudz soul mate, Isma." Her speech.

While Isma did not go straight to sleep, she stepped into the bathroom to fudge. Isma spent the night reading the Qur'an.

His voice was so sweet that he sang Surah Al-mulk. Surah that can calm the heart, surah that says about the power and greatness of Allah SWT. the Surah teaches to surrender all things to Allah and assures the hearts of the believers that all that is possessed is Allah's.

"O Allah, you are the owner of this heart. You heal this pain." He said slowly while raising his hand after reading the Surah Al-mulk.

"Yes Allah. . . You are the owner of love. Then direct this love to the right heart. Servants surrender only to you, O Allah. Aamiin Ya Rabbal 'Alamiin."

Isma ended her night by prostrating herself on the prayer mat. In prostration, Isma was crying. His tears just dripped, still vividly remembered the intimacy of Prince and Keyra this afternoon.

There was an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Only God knows what he does not know…

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