Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Understood Wrong!

Problem resolved. Vino kept his promise of sending the wood in time to Isma's address. However, there are things that make Isma surprised. Isma payment transaction rejected by Vino.

"Why was my payment transaction rejected, mbak?" Asked Isma by Phone with GIOK Holding employees.

"The order of Mr. Vino is like that, ' said Isma." The answer.

"Connect me to Mr. Vino." Pinta Isma's.

The call was also connected to Vino's home phone.

"Good night. Is this Mr Vino?" Ask Isma.

"I'm his wife. Whose mom is it? And what does my husband need to do these nights?"

For a moment Isma fell silent, she tried to recall the voice. The sound was not foreign to her.

"I'm Isma. Sorry to interrupt Madam's night. I just want to make sure about the payment transaction of the wood I bought from Mr. Vino." Isma is long.

Now it was Madame Vino's turn to know who was talking to her.

"Wait a minute I'll call my husband..."

Three minutes later…

"Can I help you, Isma?" Ask Vino who took over the phone algae.

"Mr Vino. Look sir, why was my payment transaction rejected? Is the amount of money less?"

"Oo, so the problem. Think of it as compensation for the cancellation of Isma's buk order with Pak Sukir."

"Why is that? I haven't paid a shred of wood for Mr. Sukir's cancellation."

"Alright, if Isma's buk insists on paying, just deliver the money to my house. I will share the location."

'I'm not afraid his wife misunderstood what, huh? that's delicious. What I am, if it is misunderstood, can be thought pe**ok.' The Rutuk Isma in the heart.

"No need sir. Just send your wife's account number. I'll just go straight to Mr. Vino's wife." Isma refused.

Intentionally Isma brought Vino's wife. Maybe Vino forgot his wife, so Isma reminded him of his wife.

"That's it. Meet my wife directly. I'll arrange the meeting." Advice Vino.

Isma widened her eyes. He wondered why Vino asked him to meet his wife. What is the purpose and purpose of trying.

Well, Isma could only shake her head in wonder. But what can be done, it's better to meet his wife than to have to meet Vino who scares him more.

"Alright sir. Thank you, good night." Isma hastily ended the conversation.

While Vino smiled as he put down the phone algae. Then he approached his wife who had been staring at him questioningly.

"Why should you meet me?" She was astonished as she stared intently at her husband's eyes.

Vino smiled sitting next to his wife. "Gabriel's been knocked?" He asked while stroking his wife's cheek.

"Is he Isma." His words stopped.

"Yes, honey. This is Isma Ramadhani. He's the reason why you, me and Gabriel can get back together." Obviously Vino.

Gently dressed in his wife's hair, a loving kiss was given on his wife's forehead.

"We should thank Isma. You agree, right?" Ask Vino.

His wife nodded and smiled. His eyes were glazed over, if only Vino had not directly grabbed him, the clear circles in his eyes would have fallen down on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to leave you and Gabriel our beloved little whiz." Vino.

He tightened his embrace. How regretful it was that he left behind those two precious treasures.

While the couple was hugging each other warmly, Deep in the foreign land of Seoul (Korea), a tall and dashing man was pensive. He sat on the balcony of his room, letting the wind blow his face.

The clock shows at 02.23 in the morning. His eyes refused to fall asleep. Because his heart misses someone who for years has not been heard from.

"Are you okay? Ah, or maybe you're married now?" He said softly as he stared at the moon in the sky alone without stars.

Tok…

The sound of knocking outside the door of his room was clearly heard, making him wake up from the daydream.

"Mr Prince.." Call the middle-aged woman in her Korean accent.

"Ne…!" Excited Prince as he stepped towards the source of the voice.

"There's a call from Jakarta." Speak in Korean.

"From who?" Ask Prince by speaking Indonesian.

The middle-aged woman, understood the words of Prince who always used the Indonesian language while at home. It's just that his assistant was having trouble learning to speak Indonesian.

"Vino Anggara." Her speech.

Without saying the maid again, Prince immediately pressed one of the buttons on the Iphonenya screen. Apparently he called Vino.

"Hello, Vino. Is Gabriel sick? What's going on?" Prince was worried.

"Quiet Prince, I can take good care of Gabriel. You know, I'm Appa." Just a little jealous.

"Then, what's calling at this hour?"

"Yes. . . Just wanted to tell me about. . . IS.M." IS.MA." He emphasized the name Isma.

There's no answer. Prince remained silent. Finally, after three years, there was someone who told him about Isma.

For some reason his eyes suddenly water, the water droplets. Her lips gave a smile that implied a very longing.

Connect. . .