Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Owner of Heart

One month later.

Not much has changed. Isma still working as a secretary, Bimo still continues to hope to get a chance to love Isma. As for Rina, the more she became interested in Bimo, she who was usually indifferent to Bimo, slowly began to open her heart.

Prince is busy with his work. More precisely he busies himself so as not to think too much about his household and also his love. However, secretly without anyone's knowledge, Prince began to study Islam.

Bimo refused to teach him. But Prince learned from the youtube video. As of this moment, he was alone in his study while watching a prayer ordinance video. Not only watching, but also practicing the prayer movements.

"Oh God, please help me!" The whine is a little disappointed because it has not been able to memorize prayer readings and also movements that still like to be exchanged.

Like when Rukuk's movement, Prince immediately prostrated. Or when it should bow down again, Prince was already standing up. Everything still feels very stiff and difficult according to him.

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"Prince, can I come in?" Shouted Keyra from outside while knocking on the door.

Hearing that voice, Prince immediately folded the prayer mat, holster and also the pecinya. All the prayer equipment was hidden in the closet where his used files.

"Yes can do it!" Legally.

When Keyrapun entered, he smiled to approach Prince with a glass of Prince's favorite hot chocolate.

"I brought you hot chocolate." put it on the table.

"Thank you. But you don't have to bother, you have to rest a lot, besides your content is also heavy, right?" Prince asked as he glanced at Keyra's already enormous belly.

"I was advised by the doctor to move and do a lot of activities. So that later the baby can be born normal, intelligent and also atif. That's..." He was happy while stroking his stomach.

"All right."

"Much more to do?"

"Lumayan. Why?"

Prince was silent, then he turned off his computer screen.

"Alright, the princess's request was granted."

Prince holds Keyra's body and takes her to his room. Upon arriving in the room, Prince spilled Keyra's body very carefully on the bed. Then he lay down next to her, hugging Keyra.

"His comfort. . ." Keyra buried her head in the chest of her husband's field.

"Sleeping that shit." Then Prince let out a kiss on Keyra's forehead.

"Hopefully dream of Isma." Whispers slowly.

Hearing that name coming out of Prince's mouth made Keyra feel claustrophobic. Actually not only this time Prince mentioned the name, but it had been many times.

Keyra could only silently suppress her own painful feelings. Prince was completely unaware of that. Maybe he thought Keyra didn't hear it every time she said Isma's name.

Meanwhile, the owner of a solemn middle name sat on his alphabet. Just finished reading his favorite Surah Al-Mulk. Now he raised his hand to pray and tell his Lord.

"Allah has everything, Allah is All-Knowing. O God you are the owner of heart and love."

For a moment Isma sighed. No tears began to drip on her cheeks.

"God guides this heart to stop feeling love for married men. Forgive the sins of the servants, O Allah. Forgive me God. . ."

The crying became more. Isma continued to pray and groaned about all her heartbreak.

"Truly, this heart, this love, this soul and body You are the Owner, O Allah. I leave everything to you only. Aamiin yes Robbal 'aalamiin."

Isma closed his prayer by chanting sholawat on the Prophet Muhammad SAW. as much as possible until he was tired himself and finally fell asleep on the prayer mat with tears still flowing from his eyes.

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