Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Flashbacks (3)

*Some days, Fitri noticed Isma's unfocused movements and strange tones since returning home from the inauguration of the wonderland a few days ago. For example, at this time. Isma was watching TV, she was laughing while the show she was watching was not funny at all.

His eyes were watery, but he laughed. His smile was terrifying. His smile looks like the smile of a Jail doll in the soap opera Jaylangkung.

"Sir.. Are you sure there's no problem?" Touch Isma's shoulder, then sit next to her.

"It's good for tea. And now laugh. Haha…"

His eyes were still staring at the TV screen. Fitri stared at the TV screen. There's no funny stuff in there.

"She was not even like this when Adek failed to get married and when Prince got married."

"Who's Prince? Adek doesn't know." He said flat and then laughed again.

Hearing that answer, Fitri nodded in understanding. Apparently the scene was heartbroken, longing, and wanted to hate but tried to shake off all the flavors.

"What else this time? Does Prince want to make you a mistress?" Guess Fitri.

"Don't know who you're talking to?" His kill.

Fitri was silent. Then he grabbed both Isma's wrists. He stared at the sad eyes that tried to show the kink.

"Cry dear. If you do not want to cry on the shoulders of Teteh, then cry on your prayer mat. Tell everything to God…"

"God knows the Teteh." His words relaxed without realizing what he had just said.

Fitri shook her head. He did not expect, Isma who was this loud and cheerful turned out to be currently falling in a very very painful feeling.

"You are right, God knows. But what the hell forgot.." Fitri pulled Isma's face to look at him.

"God likes his servant the most, who tells a story in front of him. Allah loves his servant who asks for his help.if he is silent, he keeps everything to himself…"

Unfinished from Fitri's speech, Isma scattered in his arms. He cried, his cry that started as just a teardrop, growing into a heartbreaking sobbing.

"Cry dear..cry.." Pat Isma's back.

"Seek, I am ashamed of God. What should I tell you? Must adek tell me that adek loves another woman's husband..." He said while sobbing.

"Should the Lord pray to be united with a man who is ungodly?"

"Prince. . . Can't love Islam, Tea. Prince still believes in his God. Adek would not force it. Moreover, he is married and soon, their child will be born…"

Fitri was crying. Isma's love for Prince. Many men want their heart. But, his heart instead fell for Prince who is different religion and has married.

"How should I, Teteh? Just be quiet and live everything by yourself, because no matter how hard it is, life still continues." He still sobs.

Fitri tightened her embrace. Dielelusnya Isma back, hoping Isma can be more calm after removing all the heartbreak he harbored.

"Why God leave this taste, Tea. I'm just an ordinary woman who doesn't deserve this much of a test."

Isma's desperate remarks made Fitri take off her embrace. He held her tightly to Isma's shoulder, looking at her with a sad face full of tears.

"Astaghfirullah. Adek is the right servant to receive this test according to Allah. Adek can be sad and cry, but remember. . . Adek cannot curse God…"

Isma was crying again. He was standing in Fitri's arms. The feeling of regret gnawed at his heart.

"O Allah, forgive me for my weakness. Forgive me, O Allah.." He said softly.

And I don't know how long Isma has been crying in Fitri's arms. The veil, wet from tears, is now almost dry.

"Steh, will you promise me one thing?" Ask Isma later.

She stopped crying. His eyes looked red and swollen from crying.

"What is that, baby?" While tidying up Isma's hijab.

"From now on, don't even talk about Prince. Adek doesn't want to remember anything about him." Resolute Isma with great determination.

"Alright, Teteh will keep his promise. But, you also have to promise.." Reply Fitri.

"About what?" Ask Isma curious.

"Never have trouble alone. No matter how hard it is, tell someone you trust. Or simply tell God." stared into Isma's puffy eyes.

Isma nodded. Then, Fitri again gave a tranquilizing hug and encouragement for Isma who was heartbroken.*

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