Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Farewell

Prince is now standing on the top floor of the hotel building. His eyes looked down at his guests waiting for the inauguration to begin.

A gust of wind slapped his face, his hair moving slowly following the direction of the wind. For a moment Prince turned his gaze to his palm.

"I'm sorry Isma. I really love you. I'm obsessed with having you." He said and lowered his head.

Without realizing it, Isma stepped closer to him.

"Boss, the show is about to start. Everyone's waiting." Say Isma quietly in a Formal and calmer tone.

Slowly Prince looked. He looked at his face, but Prince could not look at his face, because Isma lowered his gaze.

"I'm sorry, Isma. If my actions only make you feel uncomfortable, then I will try not to bother you anymore." His words are full of regrets.

"It's okay, boss. I have written a letter of resignation. I've also copied all the files and files for the boss's new secretary. So, I also apologize for quitting before the contract expired."

Prince was silent. His heart was broken hearing Isma's explanation. There was a feeling of fear and sadness in his heart. Prince is afraid of not being able to get through his day without Isma.

"Well, if that's the best decision." Prince firmly without the slightest tone of sadness.

"You gohome. I'll finish this show without you. Visit here often. All facilities at the hotel and wonderland are free for you at any time. Because this is the result of your ideas, works and dreams. I allow this project only to Isma Ramadhani." The Prince decisively stepped in to leave Isma.

"Boss. . . Let me accompany the boss to finish this event." Shouted Isma who was still standing in his place.

Prince's steps stopped immediately hearing Isma's scream.

"Go home. I don't want to see you." Prince said without looking.

The words made Isma's heart sick. However, for a moment Isma fell silent, then her lips smiled.

"Thank you God. You gave this pain as a strength for the servant to easily forget." Her speech.

Then without being discovered by anyone, Isma left Bogor. He drove his car to Jakarta. In his memory, a funny smile and the voice of little Arsyid has made him long and want to meet soon.

"Baby Arsyid, wait aunty."

Bimo has also tried to contact Isma, but Isma's HP is dead. Bimo is getting worried. He was worried about Isma who suddenly disappeared without any news.

Last Bimo saw him with Prince. But when Prince started the inauguration event, Isma was already invisible. It feels like Bimo wants to wish Isma's disappearance to Prince.

"No. Boss too busy." Bimo brushed off his desire to ask.

"Bim, I can't find Isma anywhere!" Excited Rina while stepping towards Bimo.

"Hp's been turned off. I'm worried something's happening to Isma."

"How about we try to find it inside the hotel. Who knew Isma was exhausted and accidentally fell asleep in one of the hotel rooms." Advice Rina.

"You're right. Yaudah yok." Invite Bimo by gently pulling on Lina's wrist.

Lina smiled happily, while Bimo was full of worry.

'Oh my god. . . It's like the Indian movie scene, the romance.' His inner.

"Hopefully we can find Isma." Bimo's words that Rina didn't hear.

Rina was swept away in her delight as her hands with Bimo's hands were now tightly joined together.

And without them knowing, actually since then Prince noticed the movements of the two employees. Prince knew they were looking for Isma, but Rina and Bimo didn't even ask.

"Squeaky. I hope the two are friends." Prince said with a smile.

Yes, lately Prince has been paying attention to Rina. So he begins to guess, that Rina is in love with Bimo. Only, Bimo b**o* doesn't feel that way. Yes, because Bimo was busy watching Isma.

"I hope you're happy. Not like my very complicated love story." Said slowly.

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