Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Meeting !!

As promised, at exactly 10 am Isma was in front of Vino's house.

"This is home." Isma.

He pressed the bell button, the fence was opened automatically when the bell was pressed. Isma stepped in and as soon as she arrived at the door, a middle-aged woman opened the door to welcome her arrival.

"Non Isma?" Ask the woman.

"Yes. Madam ada?"

"There was. It just so happens that the madam is waiting. Mr. Vino is waiting too."

Isma smiled happily. Then they entered. As soon as he arrived in the living room, Isma's eyes stared at something that made him not want to continue on.

"Sin. . ." Said slowly.

"Yes, non. That's Miss Keyra. Come on let's go in. . ." Bring the woman.

Isma lifted her leg again. Then stop again. He also ran to hide himself behind the parapet of the living room and the front room.

"I didn't see it wrong, did I?" He said while peeking back at what he had just seen.

Yes, Isma did not see wrong. What he saw was real. A man she knew was playing with a child.

"Non Isma. . ." Bibik searches for the whereabouts of Isma who is no longer behind him.

"Sir, Isma has come?" Sahut Vino who was down the stairs.

Vino's question made Keyra turn to Bibik.

"Yes sir..." Bibik.

Vino stepped towards Bibik, he also saw Isma who was silent, misbehaved but tried to smile at Vino.

"Buk Isma's. Come on let's go in." Bring Vino.

Although heavy, slowly Isma stepped behind Vino. He tried to hide his face by keeping his head down.

"Hi Isma, I'm Keyra." Greet Keyra as she extends her hand.

Isma welcomed the hand, but still lowered her head.

"Please sit down." Bring Keyra.

"Sit down buk Isma. This is my wife's Keyra." Said Vino while sitting next to Keyra.

Isma smiled for a moment, then she sat down on the sofa opposite the couple.

"Gabriel's with Dady. . ." Said the man who stepped towards the living room while holding a small child.

Isma looked increasingly agitated. He tried to stay calm.

"Enak. Gabriel can't come with Dady dong. Papa will be lonely." Limpal Vino as he stepped closer to Gabriel.

"Papa has a mother, baby. Dady is alone." The man replied in a tone mimicking the voice of the little boy in his carry.

While Keyra just turned her head and smiled happily to see her husband, son and ex-husband were joking together.

And Isma. How is his heart. Oh, this is so weird he thinks.

"Eh, Prince, this is Isma." Vino

"Hi Isma, I'm Prince Keyra's ex-husband." His words relaxed as if he had just known Isma first.

Yes, actually Prince knows Isma's coming. Hence, he could relax more. Though his heart is turbulent uncertain.

"I'm Isma.. Mr Prince!" Greet Isma, pretend to be friendly.

Prince smiles. When viewed up close, Prince's eyes began to glaze over. To hide that, Prince brought Gabriel back to play in the front yard.

While Isma, immediately took out a white envelope containing as much money as he had to pay on Vino.

"Mr Vino, here's the money. Please count back. Who knows I was wrong in counting it." Isma suggested.

"It's a hurry, isn't Isma?" Limpal Vino grabbed the envelope of money.

"Please wait a minute, Isma. I just asked Bibik to buy you a drink." Connect Keyra.

"Well, why buy, baby. Why not just make it." Vino Protest.

Keyra smiled in response to her summation, then she also glanced at Isma who was looking at her. And when their gazes met, Isma also smiled.

"A Muslim should not drink or eat with a glass, and plates in the house of a non-Muslim, mas. Although the drinks and food are halal according to their religious teachings, but still they must be on guard so as not to use a place to drink and food in the house of a non-Muslim."

Keyra explains in detail. Isma smiled at Keyra's explanation. He felt grateful to be reunited with good people like Keyra, Vino and Prince.

Despite their differing beliefs, they deeply respected Isma with their trusted beliefs.

"So because of that. . . Prince has never wanted to eat and drink in our house, since he became a Muslim?" Guess Vino.

Keyra nodded. While Isma was silent, her eyes began to glaze over when she heard that Prince had become a Nausea.

'Thank you God. Although I'm not a guide to him. I am very happy to hear that he has now embraced Islam.' Inner Isma.

His eyes are getting heavy. Tears will soon fall. As strong as he could Isma held him back.

"Buk Isma is fine, right?" Vino asked who caught the look of haru in Isma's eyes.

"Yes. . . I'm fine, sir." He said with a smile, and the white fur dripped.

Isma quickly wiped it using her thumb.

"Sorry, Miss Keyra, Mr. Vino. My eyes seem to be getting dust..." Keep trying to stop those tears that keep flowing.

"It's okay, Isma. Here you wipe your tears with a tissue." Keyra held out a tissue to Isma that was taken by Isma.

Secretly, Prince heard their conversation. Prince also peeked out from behind the parapet of the living room and the living room where Isma was sitting. While Gabriel was playing with Mr. Rudi, the gardener at Vino's house.

Prince shed tears. Holding his chest that feels tight, painful because it holds the longing is very.

'Isma I miss you.' Her inner self.

Back to Isma. Her tears are starting to dry up. He also planned to leave immediately, without waiting for a aunt who still had not returned from buying a drink.

"Master, Miss Keyra. I'm sorry to go home now. There are some things I have to do." Her speech.

"Well, if that's the case." Vino.

Then they took Isma to the door. Prince is playing with Gabriel.

Isma stared at Prince from a distance. Prince's smile looked happy without any burden.

'May Allah set your hearts on His religion. Aamiin.' His prayer in the heart.

Then, Isma stepped towards her car without looking back. If Isma had turned her head back, she would have found Prince looking at her with a longing gaze.

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