Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Flashbacks (2)

Three years ago.

Three days Prince has been living in Bogor since the inauguration of the wonderland and hotel. Prince has just arrived in front of his house.

Keyra ran from inside the house welcoming her husband's arrival.

"Mas.I miss you." His whine was spoiled as he lunged into the Prince's embrace.

"Why are you calling me, Mom?" Ask Prince.

Keyra pouted while taking off her embrace.

"Do you not like it?"

"Better as always, Key. Don't force the impossible." He said flat while taking off his shoes.

"alright. I'm sorry Prince. I'm overreacting…"

Keyra also stepped into the room. He left Prince who did not even care about his hurt feelings.

"Did I hurt her? But I better be honest Key. I just don't want you to pin your hopes on me. My heart has an owner. I make sure he's the only one who will always be the owner of my heart. I'm sorry Keyra." His words slowly stared at the steps of Gontai Keyra.

That night was very quiet. Keyra quietly cried under her blanket, stroking her stomach which began to occasionally feel a kick from inside.

Meanwhile, Prince is in his study. He had not even entered the room just to look at Keyra. Prince took a bath in the bathroom downstairs. He also ate his own dinner in his study without taking Keyra along.

"Lord, I didn't mean to hurt Keyra. It's just that I can't afford to try to pretend to pay attention to her." Prince said in between his activities memorize prayer readings.

"So beautiful the meaning of this prayer, my heart always calmly reads the prayer readings in prayer. But. . . Should I embrace Islam, while the grandfather of a well-respected famous Posture?"

For a moment Prince breathed. He still continues to fight with his heart. Honestly, he initially wanted to learn Islam for Isma. But, now Isma has gone, and miraculously, Prince is addicted to performing prayers.

"Yes Allah. . . I honestly don't believe you're the only god of mankind. For from my childhood I was told that my Lord was the son of Mary. But why is this heart quiet when I justify You are the God who lifts everything." Monologues rutuknya.

His head looked up at the ceiling of his room. Then he stared at Isma's face through his iPhone screen.

"You created him to bring me to know You. Then, when I have come to know Your religion, you keep him out of my sight. But, you left love for her in my heart. Will we meet again?"

Her tears dripped down the prayer guide book. Isma's face in the photo on the iPhone screen made her feel very sad.

Prince was confused, what actually made him so brave to let go of the woman he loved so much. In fact, Prince could easily make Isma his. Moreover Prince knows, Isma's heart is also only for him.

"Is this what you mean by loving for the sake of Allah, Isma? If yes. . . I will give you to your Lord, God. I promise to pick you up again, when I can love God as you love Him."

With all his sadness, Prince clutched the iPhone that showed a photo of Isma. His tears kept flowing more and more. However, suddenly ringing in her ear, Isma's message before she actually leaves.

"Boss, I hope the boss will treat Keyra well. For, however, she was carrying a baby whom God had delivered through her womb."

Then, slowly Prince enveloped the body. He lay down next to her, and hugged Keyra from behind. Prince's hand touched the enlarged lump of stomach, and Prince felt something kicking from inside.

Keyra awoke to feel the movement. He was also surprised to find Prince who now put his ear right above the distended stomach of Keyra.

"Are you awake because of me, or because of the baby?" Prince asked casually without feeling awkward or embarrassed.

"Ka.re.re.renaa, you." He answered nervously without daring to move.

Prince smiles. A very sweet smile and sincere look. Just this time Isma saw Prince's smile as sweet and sincere as that.

"Is he... Boy or Girl?" Prince asked curiously with his ears still attached to Keyra's stomach.

Keyra was happy to hear that question. He smiled and slowly braved himself to stroke the Prince's head that was on his stomach.

Prince did not refuse, he just gave a smile to Keyra. Oh, how happy Keyra is right now.

"Do you want Boy or Girl?"

"Mmr. . . Maybe Girl. but I think Boy. ah what is important healthy." The answer.

Any wife try who will not be moved by the answer of such a sweet husband.

"Key, I'll take care of you and this baby." Prince sat down, then gently stroked Keyra's hair.

"But.I'm sorry. It seems I can only take care of you, until this baby is born." Honest speech.

Prince knew Keyra was hurt by his words. But at least he was telling the truth. Moreover, Keyra used to ask her to get married just to help her from the rampage of her parents who did not approve of her relationship with her boyfriend.

"I'm sorry again. I promise to treat you well from now on."

"Can't I have your heart, Prince?" Keyra said, with tears that had begun to drip.

"Isma Ramadhani. A righteous woman who has filled my heart, Key. I didn't ask her to attend, I didn't even hold her back when she chose to leave. And, maybe God wrote another scenario between my relationship with Isma."

"I knew. You always say his name every night." Isak Keyra flipped his body, turning his back to the Prince.

"That hurt you. I'm sorry Key. I'm gonna get you out of this pain. . ." Prince said while peeping the top of Keyra's head.

"Sleep, forget about the heart problem. Your wounds are not as heavy as my longing for Isma."

Prince closed his eyes, not forgetting he was hugging Keyra's body. No one slept that night. They just closed their eyes. While their hearts and minds were still awake thinking of one name.

Seriate…