Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Cancellations

The clock is at 10:30. The sunlight that entered through the glass wall of the room made Rina's sleep disturbed. To make him open his eyes slowly. As soon as his eyes opened, his lips smiled.

"I love you, My Husband." He whispered slowly, then kissed Bimo on the forehead.

How happy is Rina who now curls up beautifully in her husband's loving arms. His eyes were endlessly staring at that face, a face that made him feel as if his world would collapse without this man.

Slowly his hands touched Bimo's eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips. And without realizing it, Bimo enjoys that gentle touch. Because actually Bimo was also awake, only he was still reluctant to open his eyes.

"I'm hungry. . ." Bimo said, still closing his eyes.

That remark somehow made Rina blush and instantly try to distance herself from Bimo. But before that happened, Bimo first locked up Rina's body underneath.

Rina closed her eyes tightly. Bimo smiled happily to see Rina. Slowly she peeked at Lina's forehead long enough and lovingly.

"Don't think about the unnecessary. Our marriage is real. And I love you, Rina, my dear wife." He said while giving a kiss on Lina's lips.

"Now, go take a shower. We're eating out." Reciprocity. And now Bimo has used again the towel that was just lying on the floor.

"I'll take a shower downstairs."

At that moment, Lina woke up. He's still wrapped in a blanket. His eyes looked sad when he heard Bimo want to take a bath in the bathroom below.

"Hmm, do you want us to shower together?" Approaching Rina.

She wore beautiful long hair that only she was lucky to see and touch.

"If we take a bath together, I can't guarantee the safety of my beloved wife." She whispered.

Rina's eyes widened in horror. Then he quickly came out of his blanket. With a slightly retrained step, Rina headed for the bathroom.

"Rina was really flirting while wearing that night's dress." His punji was so clearly seen a mini evening dress with a slightly bright material that wrapped his wife's body.

While the newlyweds who are drunk with love are enjoying their day off.

In Bandung, Isma was busy giving directions to artisans who work in his furniture.

Yes, Isma Furniture has been established since two years ago. Initially only small furniture with two craftsmen only. But now Isma has even managed to build a two-story shophouse for furniture, with eleven craftsmen and five employees.

Isma Furniture Stores manufactures all home appliances, from chairs, tables, cabinets, doors and other appliances.

"Mbak Isma, the teak stock we ordered is canceled." Employee reports.

"cancelled? Why suddenly?"

"So Mr. Sukir called. He said, All the teak stocks that are ready including our orders have been bought by the rich and they pay 5x fold." Evidently.

Isma just nodded slowly. He sighed for a moment. Then grabbed his cellphone that had been lying on his desk since earlier.

"Thirteen days, ma'am."

"How little?"

"Ten more cabinets. But, our teak wood stock is still a little and today the use of the rest alone."

"alright. I'll try to see Mr. Sukir directly." Tightly.

"Do I need to be with you, ma'am?"

"No need. I go alone." He said, then Isma passed by driving his car to the wooden shop where Isma used to subscribe to order wood .

"Pak Sukir should be able to think a little about Me who has been subscribed for almost two years." Said Isma so face to face with Mr. Sukir.

"Sorry to Isma. But I actually had to. I need a lot of money for my son's surgery." Obviously Mr. Sukir is sorry.

Isma could only be silent. There's nothing to say anymore. He stared at the tired, worried and sorry face of Mr. Sukir.

"Alright, then I should be the one who apologized for coming immediately angry." Isma.

"No neng Isma. I really should be the one apologizing."

Isma smiled, he looked at Mr. Sukir with a scuffed and bloody foot, the sandals he was wearing were very shabby, his fingers were blistered.

Then he took out three pieces of red money from his wallet.

"It's money to buy sandals and also buy medicine. Pak sukir's hands must be treated, so as not to have an impression." Pursuing money into the hands of Pak Sukir.

"No need to neng. I've been. . ."

"Thank you sir. Consider it from me." Giving the money into the hands of Mr. Sukir, then kissed the back of his hand sukir.

"I'm sorry, sir." Stepping away from Pak Sukir.

While Mr. Sukir was silent. He felt very guilty for cancelling Isma's order just because he wanted to earn a lot of money.

"Neng, for a second.." Run after Isma.

"Try calling this guy, neng. He's the owner of this teak plantation I sold." Giving a business card.

Isma happily took the business card. The small paper that reads GIOK Holding, CEO Vino Anggara also listed no Telephone and address there.

"Why is it so familiar?" He said slowly while trying to remember.

Connect. . .