Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Love and Missing

"Pak Mahmud, soon to be sublime. It's time to rest." Shouted Vita in the midst of the frenzied sound of a hammer hitting a nail and also the sound of sculpture.

Mr. Mahmud as the chairman of his team also ordered his friends to stop their work.

Meanwhile, Isma came to check the extent of the work.

"Sir Isma. We're just about to take a break." Her speech.

"Please, sir. I just came to check." Said Isma with a smile.

"Sir Isma hasn't left yet?" Ask Vita.

"Yet, ba'da zuhur just left."

"Loh, Jakarta is far away. Didn't he meet his appointment at 3 p.m?"

"Not so, Vita. He said tomorrow at 10 in the morning."

Vita also nodded in understanding. Then he stepped towards the cupboard frames that had just been worked on by Mr. Mahmud and his team.

"What will be finished before the delivery day, mbak?" Ask Vita worried.

"Just be sure. After all, you know, Mahmud sir can always finish on time."

Isma is now checking the carving on the board that will be used as a closet door.

"I really like the work of Mr. Mahmud." Praise him by touching the results of the new carving half-finished.

"I also. Mahmud poured his love in every carving." Connect Vita.

"Rubber... Let's pray first, after that I want to go directly to Jakarta." Bring Isma.

Vita followed Isma's invitation. Working to be an Isma employee is very fun according to Vita. He became more diligent in worship, because at all times he was reminded of Isma.

"Sir, I'm curious. . ." Vita.

"About what?" Tanya Isma while continuing to move towards Mushola on the top floor of the shop that Isma deliberately provided for where he and his employees and all their workers prayed.

"Sometimes, we've been chased by time. Work is far from ready. Ms. Isma instead asked workers to work faster, instead asking them to break prayers. What if the client ends up disappointed and angry?"

Isma stopped her steps, she turned her head towards Vita with a smile.

"Whatever work we do, we must put God first when his calling has been called by muezzin. Then whatever our difficulties will be facilitated." Isma.

"God first, God again, God continues. Then with his permission our lives will be saved." Connect Isma while touching Vita's right shoulder.

"That's how it is. Aa, I'm really dark about religion" said Vita sadly.

"It's okay, Vita. The important thing now is that while given the opportunity, yok along with me to get closer to God." Take Isma with a smile.

Vita finally smiled. 'He smiled at Isma. May Isma soon be reunited with her soul mate. Healthy is always Isma.' Inner Vita prayed for her superior.

After praying zuhur and lunch, Isma said to his employees to leave for Jakarta to meet Vino's wife who he said was in Jakarta.

Along the way Isma talked to Rina.

"The shop stopped by my house first. I miss you Isma." Rina Whine.

"Yes, but no promise. I want to see Arsyid first. I want to be the same funny thing as me."

"Mhh, okay. I mah what. Just a forgotten friend." Whining upset.

"Rina my dear, my love, who has been spoiled since marriage. You're my only best friend. So I try to meet you, baby.." Persuade Isma.

Bimo who had just returned home, was astonished to see his wife was singing her lips while cursing.

"Why, dear, who made me love I'm upset like this." Vino asked directly clutching his wife's body tightly.

"Your ex-boyfriend." She said while breaking away from her husband.

"Former girlfriend? Who?" Bimo wondered and tried to remember who his ex who dared to make his beloved wife sad.

"Ishma." Annoyed annoyed.

Bimo smiled, in his arms again his wife from behind. On the kisses of the wife's shoulders.

"Isma's not my ex-boyfriend, baby. She was my first love." The answer.

"Whatever. Anyway I hate Isma I don't want to know her again, if she doesn't see me." Curiously annoyed.

Bimo was silent, but still hugged his wife.

"If Isma didn't come here, how about we take him." Advice Bimo.

"Maybe?"

"By dong dear. When do you want it?"

"Can you now?" Spoiled whine.

"Mas, still have to go back to the office. Later in the afternoon, back to work. Ok?"

Isma took off her husband's embrace, without saying anything she immediately ran towards the room.

"Mispeak again. How dong. . ." Bimo was confused.

He chased his wife into the room. As soon as she arrived, she saw Lina crying.

"Darling even cry? I just suggested it, though. You know, I still have to go to the office. If not, you can be fired. . ." Gently caressing Rina's hair.

"You guys purposely avoided each other, right? I know I still love Isma. I think Isma has the same feeling. That's why you're trying to avoid each other." Reveal it while crying.

Slowly Bimo slid his body beside Lina. In his embrace the trembling body of his crying wife.

"Yes dear God. . . You think of the distance. I used to love Isma. But now, you're everything to me. You're my world." Obviously Bimo.

"liks. The proof is that Isma didn't even come when we got married. And we've been married for almost a month, Isma hasn't even been willing to see me." Sobbed.

Bimo fell silent while wringing his embrace. He was confused as to what to answer. If Rina knew, Isma did not love Bimo. And if Rina knew, the taste for Isma in Bimo's heart had long since disappeared from her heart.

"Alright, we'll meet Isma now. Where's isma?" Ask Bimo.

"Correct?" Ask Rina.

He turned his body around to face Bimo. And Bimo nodded and smiled.

"Isma is now on her way to Jakarta. We'll wait for Isma at Teteh Fitri's house." Vigorously.

Lina was already sitting down, she ran to the bathroom, cleaning her face. Then get ready to wear the hijab. While Bimo was just waiting, looking at his wife who was eagerly preparing to meet the woman who made him jealous.

'Hopefully, my wife will no longer be jealous of Isma.' His inner.

Seriate…