Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Friends & Love

Ba'da Asar, Isma just arrived at Fitri's house. She was greeted by Rina and Bimo. While the owner of the house just arrived a minute after Isma.

"You're a lot of secrets with me." Rina Protest.

"What secret, dear Rina?" Isma asked as she put down the glass for her guest.

"The lady, since you've been out of wedlock and about your relationship with the boss. Keep on about you not coming to my wedding, everything's suspicious." Her chattering.

Lina no longer cared about her promise not to discuss Prince. His level of suspicion was far more important than keeping promises.

Isma sighed for a moment. Slowly he stepped closer to Rina who was sitting beside Bimo. And Isma sat on the floor with her head turned to look at Rina.

Isma now looks like she is asking for blessing.

"Isma, you don't need a story." Sela Bimo's.

"Why? Are you hiding something." Accuse Rina of emotion.

"Rin, you can't be angry like that, Bimo." Isma's suggestion while grasping Rina's wrist.

"Why? Do you love Bimo so much? Then why don't you just marry Bimo?" The impact is getting upset.

Bimo. His words even made Rina increasingly misunderstand.

"Rin, I didn't come to your wedding because it was so busy. Especially since I don't want to meet your boss." Obviously Rina.

"Why? why don't you want to find him? What is your relationship exactly?" Urge Rina to scream.

"He. . . I'm sorry Rin. I'm not ready to tell you that." Isma said regretfully.

"OKs. This means you never considered me a friend." Rina said annoyedly.

"Rin, I don't. . ."

"Detachable. I'm going home." Stand up and step away from Isma who is still sitting down.

"Rin, I. . ."

"Already, Is. I know now. This must have something to do with Bimo."

"Darling, what are you talking about?" Connect Bimo.

Bimo immediately hugged Rina's body, but Lina pushed him away.

"Enough, Is. I don't want to hear anything. I'm no longer your best friend." She said with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Honey. . . You misunderstood. . ." Obviously Bimo.

"I don't want to hear you. Take me home to Mama's." Pinta Rina, still crying.

"Rin. . . I love. . ." Isma was unable to open her mouth to continue her speech.

"Whatever, I don't want to hear. If you love Bimo, you should say the same to me. Don't just shut up and lie to me." Rigorously.

Then Rina ran fast towards the car.

"Bim, I'm sorry. I let you tell me everything. I can't say anything to Rina." Pinta Isma was begging a little.

Then, Bimo chased after Rina. Although Lina was silent and crying. Bimo still tried to persuade and explain to Rina.

Isma was sitting on the floor. Her tears also spilled. Fitri who saw it immediately embraced Isma's body.

"Teh, why is it so heavy that my mouth says his name. Why would I hurt Rina just to hide her name..." His issue in the deck of Fitri.

"What do you really feel?" Ask Fitri.

"I miss you. . . I miss him so much. . . Teas. Wh why? three years have passed. I tried as hard as I could to stop remembering her. But. . . This heart misses him even more. . ." Isma.

Fitri hugged her tightly, trying to calm her brother-in-law's wounded heart. Exactly like three years ago, when he lost Prince for the first time.

"I even hurt Rina to forget her, Tea. I'm evil. Me . . . I. . . I don't know how to do it, Tea. Rina must hate me."

"No dear. Lina won't hate you. He'll understand when Bimo tells him the truth."

Fitri cried while hugging Isma. And stroked his back slowly.

How complex is the business of Isma's heart. Why his heart still belonged to Prince had even three years passed. Isma didn't even let anyone take Prince's place in her heart. Though he knew, to faith they would not be able to make them together.

"God has the most beautiful plan for good. Trust baby. You will be happy with the right man. You have to come back strong. There are teteh, umi, abi, Aryan mas and Arsyid. You got us all." Fitri.

It was the toughest afternoon for Isma. This was the reason for not wanting to meet Rina. Not consider him a friend. Not wanting to share a story.

It's just that, since the day she ventured to leave the company, Isma was determined to no longer remember, discuss or ask about Prince.

Connect. . .