Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Love & Obsession

Today is the first day at the notya Wonderland and Hotel, as well as the inauguration. So many visitors came. They've filled every playground in the wonderland, especially in the swivel comedy, the swimming pool with the highest slide and winding.

Not to forget, the swimming pool is designed to form a beach that stretches blue that is suitable for where children play.

Meanwhile, guests have prepared to meet chairs and tables in the front and back garden of the hotel. From there they can also see clearly towards the wonderland.

And where there is Prince, there is Isma. Yes, he carried out his duties as the last secretary for today. So he agreed to follow every move of his boss.

Now they are talking to Prince's business partner who came directly from Malaysia. He's a young CEO who's great at leading his company.

"Saye was touched very heartily, Mr. Prince still remembers ka saye. And invite saye to come meet here." Said the businessman while shaking hands with Prince.

"It's normal, Mr. Haris. I'm also very happy, because Mr. Haris took the time to attend." The reply.

The two are silent and just smile at each other. Then, Haris eyes glanced at Isma who had been silent since then with an unfocused gaze.

"This is Prince's wife?" Ask Haris.

"No. I'm secretary." Answer Isma quickly.

"Oh, is this PA Prince la ye?"

"Yes. She is my PA." Prince replied a little annoyed, especially when he saw Haris' gaze getting excited when he found out Isma was only a Personal Assistant.

"Pretty very la cik Isma ni, calm very heart ni face miss Isma." Haris began to seduce.

Then Haris reached out his hand about to shake hands, but Isma immediately cupped his hands together and smiled lazily.

Haris became misbehaved, his face turned crimson. I was embarrassed, but also annoyed. No woman has refused the handshake of a Haris.

While Prince smiled triumphantly at that. His heart, which had started to get upset, was back again.

"If la saye could know. Ms. Isma dah. . . Wedding, ke?"

"It has. Isma is married." Greet Prince quickly, not letting Isma answer him.

And Isma only frowned hearing the answer from Prince.

"Aa, I married you. Saye thought she was alone because Isma's face looked still a girl."

"His face always deceives people." Sahut Prince's.

Isma was getting her forehead irritated. What exactly was the purpose of Prince answering like that.

"But not yet mother, is she?"

"It has. He has three children." Answer Prince again.

The answer this time did not make Isma alone upset. But Haris was also getting annoyed. Prince made his appeal obstructed.

"Dearly enough. Still beautiful, there were three kids. The marriage of la cik Isma ni apparently."

"Not really. Just two years of marriage."

Prince's answer this time managed to make Haris almost laugh. How can a marriage of two years, already have three children.

"Great husband miss Isma. Just two years old Miss Isma has given birth to three children." Sindir Haris who addressed Prince.

While Isma just silently held back the upset. He did not think that his arrogant smart boss was trying to lie with unreasonable reasons.

Prince stared at Isma's face, who finally smiled forcibly, then nodded to justify his boss's lie.

Haris was silent. He doesn't know what to say anymore.

"Encik Haris, please eat and drink. I'm going to go around with my PA."

"Yes, please, Mr. Prince."

Then Prince invites Isma to follow his journey to the hotel backyard.

"Why does the boss lie?"

"Why? Don't you like it."

"Yes I don't like. How can the boss say I'm married and have children, while I'm still. . ."

"Haris is a playboy. He has been married three times and divorced three times. I just don't want him to tease you. That's all."

"Ok thanks. But, I don't think the boss needs to do that."

"Why? Are you in love with Haris?"

Isma frowned annoyedly. How could Prince conclude like that.

"Forget her. Haris is not for you."

"Why bosses rule my life. It's up to me to match who and fall in love with who." Isma's protest was upset.

"Because you are my wife, Isma. You're gonna give birth to our three twins later."

"Boss, enough." Bentak Isma firmly. "I'm not married to anyone. And I'm not getting married to the boss." His screams were becoming more and more full of emotion.

"Whatever. And just so you know. I also don't like being organized. So it's up to me to marry anyone."

"But you're married Prince. You should have kept his heart. She's pregnant with your child."

"Enough Isma." Prince shouted very loudly while tightly grasping Isma's wrist wrapped in his sleeve.

"It's not my son that he's got. Remember that." Denying Prince.

"Let go, off Prince." He pulled his hand, but failed. Prince held her very firmly.

"Remember Isma. I'll make you my wife any way." Threaten him by grinding his teeth.

Prince was carried away with emotion, his face was extremely sinister. Isma was terrified, she was goosebumps for a moment. Has never seen Prince this angry. Moreover, his hand is increasingly painful in Prince's hand grip.

"Repaaass. . . Saskinskyt. . ." Isma and her tears began to drip.

When he saw the drops of clear water in Isma's eyes, Prince realized. He immediately let go of Isma's hand. He felt guilty, so he left Isma alone crying in fear.

"I'm sorry Prince. You used to say my feelings of love were just an obsession. That's why I tried to forget you. But now you're obsessed with how you feel, Prince."

Isma said slowly remembering the incident when she begged Prince to marry her. Isma held back her cries, occasionally she stroked her wrists slowly which felt painful and indeed reddened by Prince's strong checks.

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