Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Sad Moment

This morning, Lina was so excited. He stepped towards Bimo's room. While carrying a box of chicken porridge Bimo's favorite.

"Bim, have you had breakfast?"

Lina had already arrived at Bimo's room. And Bimo focused on staring at the computer screen with a deft finger pressing the keyboard keys.

"Same with Isma. Have you had breakfast?" Bimo asked without looking.

Hearing that, Lina hid the food behind her back.

"OKs. Well, then I'm back in my room."

Lina began to turn around with disappointment and jealousy. But he forgot, apparently when he turned around, the chicken porridge remained hidden behind his back.

"You brought chicken porridge?" Ask Bimo.

Suddenly Rina turned her head and immediately hid the chicken porridge again.

"Ah, yes. I'll have breakfast first."

Bimo frowned in wonder.

"Since when do you like chicken porridge?"

Lina smiled shyly, she was caught lying this time.

"This is for you. But you've had breakfast."

"Yes is here. I'm not full yet." Raising his hands asking for his chicken porridge.

"Correct?"

"Yes Rina. . ."

Bimo walked over to Rina. Then take over the chicken porridge from Rina's hand.

"Thankyou!!" He said while damaging the top of Rina's head that was covered in her hijab.

Rina remained silent. How nice to get such treatment from Bimo.

'Oh my goodness why? It could be gini anyway. Oh Bimo, why do you make my heart wilt like a guinea pig.' Say it in the heart.

Bimo stared in surprise at Lina who was smiling to herself with her frowning eyes.

"Rina, Rin. . . Hey. . ." Waving her hands in front of Rina.

"Aeah, huh??" Jew's confused.

"Why? Smile for yourself?"

"Eeng. .. not really. I went back to my room. Enjoy the breakfast."

Rina stepped out of Bimo's room with a happy heart.

Meanwhile, Isma was in Prince's room. They discussed about the preparation for the inauguration of Wonderland theme Park and Hotel in Bogor.

"It's good to be behind this, boss." Isma's suggestion while doodling sheets of paper in front of him.

"Where is good. It's temporary too. We'll talk again at the same team meeting."

"Good, boss."

Isma finally cleaned up the scattered papers. Prince sat quietly in front of his computer. And Prince sometimes stole a look at it.

"Is there anything I need to help you with, boss?"

"Nothing. You please get out of this room."

"Good boss. Without even being told I would indeed leave this room and this company."

Isma replied slowly but in Prince's heart. His eyebrows began to wrinkle until they almost fused together.

"You mean?"

"After the opening event of the wonderland is over, I will immediately rewrite the resignation letter."

"What's? Resign?" Shouted Prince while hitting the table which fortunately was not too loud.

"Yes Boss. I'll resign soon."

"Why? Is there anything that makes you uncomfortable?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What's that. Maybe I can help a little."

Isma let out a long sigh before answering the question of her Arogant Boss.

"I'm not comfortable every time I'm near the boss."

Prince chuckled softly at Isma's reply. Slowly he stepped a little closer towards Isma.

"Islam allows men to marry two women, right? But, you'll be the only woman I'll marry after I'm Muslim." Prince's whisper in Isma's ear.

Isma's breathing roared loudly, she tried to sigh to calm the mixed feelings in her heart when she heard Prince's whisper in her ear.

"Enough Boss. I hope the boss keeps his attitude with me. I'm not a cheap woman who likes to seduce people's husbands." Firmly Isma while gritting her teeth.

"Who said you were cheap? Oh christ! So all this time you thought I was seducing you?"

Prince laughed amusedly. He found it funny to hear Isma's words which he thought were too quick to draw conclusions.

"I'm not seducing you. I'm just telling you." Prince said as he stepped back to his seat.

"I will immediately write a letter of resignation in. . ."

Undone Isma said her words, Prince got up from his seat while hitting the table he stepped closer to Isma again. This made Isma surprised.

"How dare you write that letter, then I will make you pregnant with my child. . ."

Prahakkk. . .

Crisp sound when the palm touches the cheek. The voice came from Isma's slap across Prince's face.

"You are my boss. But, you have no right to talk carelessly with me." Snapped Isma upset.

Instead of answering or apologizing, Prince laughed. His hand rubbed his left cheek that was hit by a slap.

Seeing such a mocking smile made Isma even more angry and annoyed. And with a still fiery feeling, Isma left the room. Leaving Prince who finally turned that smile into sorrow.

Prince slammed the AC remote control in his hand firmly towards the door as soon as it closed.

"Agrinsagehhhh. . ." Irritated shouting.

Isma was surprised to hear that. He shut his ears in front of the door.

"I love you Isma. . ." He said while sobbing.

Isma heard that very clearly. He leaned his body on the door of the Prince's room. Her tears also flowed. This moment, the two men were crying together even though they could not hold each other tightly.

Connect. . .