Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Teach Me Islam

In the morning, Prince woke up. He was ready to go to the office. Keyra just woke up.

"Prince, where are you going?" Keyra asked as she rubbed her eyes which still felt heavy to open.

"Bogor."

Prince answered briefly while putting a tie in front of the mirror.

"I'm coming…"

"No need. You go straight home. I've ordered a maid to help you at home."

"Why can't I come. Can't we all. . . "

"I'm going to Bogor for work, Key. And I'll be there for four days."

Prince put on a suit and was ready to leave. But, before Prince stepped up, Keyra hugged him from behind. And Prince can feel Keyra's stomach touching his plate. For some reason the Prince's heart suddenly melted, slowly he turned his body.

"Key, I'm sorry." Prince hugged Keyra tightly.

"I know you haven't been able to accept me completely. But, at least give me a chance to be your wife." He said in Prince's arms.

Prince was silent. 'O Allah, he said, You are the owner of the heart. Then why did you let my heart love Isma. Do you not forbid my people to marry your people.' His inner.

Without realizing it, Prince shed tears. His heartbeat shook faster than usual, and Keyra felt that.

"Prince, what's wrong with you?" Take off the hug to check on Prince's condition.

"You crying?" He said, wiping away the tears on Prince's cheeks.

Prince smiled for a moment. Then she kissed Keyra softly.

"Come to our house. Rest there. Wait for me to come back." Connect Prince.

Keyra was silent. He did not understand the Prince's extremely tender loving treatment, but it felt bland. Prince immediately left Keyra.

In Bandung, Isma was sweeping his yard. Umi in the kitchen prepares breakfast. Abi was preparing to leave for the office.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Isma." Greet her neighbor who happened to pass by.

"Wa'alaikum hail, Tea. Where are you going so early?" Asked Isma, he stopped his work for a moment.

"Obviously, go shopping to the market. Vegetable stocks are up."

"Please, Tea. Be careful on the road."

"Yes Is. Excuse me."

Isma looked at the neighbor's departure. Isma smiled for a moment. Then go back to work.

"Dek. . . Deck. . ." Shouted umi from inside the house.

"Yes, Umi." Sahut Isma's.

He immediately ran towards Umi.

"The phone is sounding right from earlier. Looks like someone called." Umi.

Isma went straight to her room. Apparently true, his HP was shaking. There was a missed call from Bimo 12 times. And one WA message from the Boss.

Isma immediately opened the message.

***Boss:

Ismas. Ii'm sorry.

it looks like in two weeks,

I'll give you a leave of absence.

Rest in Bandung for two weeks.

I don't want to see you***.

I don't know why the last letter in the message made Isma's heart ache. His eyes began to water.

"Astaghfirullah O Allah. . ."

Isma was sitting limp on the floor. His body rests on his bed. Isma continued to be privileged trying to win his heart and mind.

"Am I gonna get fired?" Ask Isma to herself.

Drriitett. . .

Bimo called back. Isma answered him immediately.

"Pope. . . You crying?"

Bimo heard Isma's voice crying. He also wondered why Isma suddenly talked about dismissal.

"Who fired you? Did you make a mistake secretly?"

"No Bim. It's just that suddenly the Boss asked me not to go to work for two weeks. Isn't that the same as dismissal?"

"I'll ask the Boss directly. He's on his way to Bogor."

"No need for Bim. I think it would be better and safer if you didn't talk about me one bit. Please don't talk about anything that concerns me."

Bimo was confused, what exactly happened? Why Prince related work and personal issues.

"Coward. Just watch out later. I'm not afraid of Prince. If Isma gets fired, I'm gonna get fired, too." Bimo's bluff was full of anger and emotion.

Meanwhile, the one being discussed is still focused on driving his car down the highway to Bogor.

Prince looked at the photo of Isma stored in his HP. The photo was stolen on the first day Isma began working as her secretary.

"I'm sorry Isma. I can't see your face. I'm ashamed of Isma. I'm just a guy who**t usually hurts your heart. But trust Isma. I just love you." He said while staring at the streets.

"Why did I become a bitch like this to you, Isma. Who you really are. Why does your God and my God still leave this love in my heart." His curse is to curse the fate he experienced.

Some. . .

Hour. . .

Then. . .

Prince finally arrived in Bogor. Prince came down from his car, and was greeted by a blow.

Bbuuggkh. . .

One punch landed on his face. Yes, Bimo hit him until Prince's body fell to the ground. He was shocked because he was suddenly hit as soon as his foot stepped on the ground.

Other employees were surprised and surprised to see the incident. But, they were on standby helping the Boss to stand up. While Bimo only stared intently at the eyes of Prince who also stared intently asked him.

"What are you doing, Bimo?" Ask Prince in wonder.

"I want to talk alone." He answered while walking towards the back of the project building.

Prince is not protesting. He was just following Prince.

"I'm coming, Boss." Said one of his employees.

"No need. You just wait here."

Then Prince followed Bimo towards the park behind the hotel building. Once there, Bimo again swing his fist, but managed to be filtered by Prince.

"What the hell is this, Bimo?" Jerky Prince.

Bimo laughed softly, he was amused at the question of the Prince who pretended not to know.

"Do you want to fire Isma just because she loves you?" Shouted Bimo restrained.

Prince frowned, he still did not understand what Bimo meant.

'Isma loves me? Did ya? Isma I guess you don't have the same taste.' His inner.

"Let Isma keep working at least until the inauguration of this project." Shouts again.

Prince did not answer. He just smiled happily hearing Bimo say Isma loved him too.

"Rubay. . . Will you teach me Islam?"

Prince's words suddenly made Bimo speechless. He looked into Prince's eyes, which were beginning to glaze over. The eyes imply happiness not sadness.

"I mean Boss?" Bimo didn't understand.

"Please teach me Islam. I'll pay you double your pay." Prince.

He clasped Bimo's hand with an expression begging for help sincerely to Bimo who had already slapped his face.

"Sa. sa...yaa. . ."

"Yes. Ye. Teach me Islam."

Bimo. He still did not understand why his Boss suddenly wanted to study Islam on him. But, then Bimo slowly began to understand.

'That Prince's love for Isma. So he wants to learn Islam? They may be soul mates.' His inner.

Connect. . .