Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Isma & Prince

"Wait what else, Prince. Pursue Isma. . ." Shouted Keyra from the porch of his house.

"Greget knows you guys don't know that. One look at another, watery eyes but pretentious lips and a smile." Vino's grumbling.

He has worked hard to work with Mr. Sukir to bring together Isma and Prince. After meeting, they kept quiet.

(FLASHBACKPEOPLE)

*Eitss, i-yups. Vino is indeed a supplier of teak wood in the wood store Pak Sukir. So, one day Vino accidentally saw Isma with some of his workers coming to pick up wood at Pak Sukir's place.

Vino took a picture of Isma secretly because he felt familiar and had seen her. Later, Vino shows the photo to Keyra.

"This is Isma, mas. The woman who succeeded in making Prince leave the family trust. She's Isma who Prince loved so much despite being separated for years without any news." Obviously Keyra was full of spirit.

From there, Vino is looking for ways to bring the two together. Vino felt very grateful, because Isma Prince firmly gave her Keyra back. Prince also helped get the blessing of both of Keyra's parents for her.*

Vino smiled remembering his ridiculous plan. For a moment he looked at his wife and son, and then grabbed them in his arms.

"What's up, mas?" Tanya Keyra was shocked hugged suddenly by her husband.

"I love you. You're the only woman in my life I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Say it, then kiss the friendly Keyra forehead.

Not to forget too, Vino gave a kiss to his little son, Gabriel son of Vino.

From where he stood, Prince witnessed the intimacy of the couple.

'They are heating up this single me.' The curse in the heart.

"I'm pampering. And probably won't be back here again." He shouted, and Prince headed for his car.

Meanwhile, in a different place. Right at Mas Arya's house and Fitri's tea. Isma just arrived.

"How, deck? Have you met Mr Vino's wife?" Ask Fitri who is feeding Arsyid.

"It has. She's Keyra." Her speech was lethargic.

"Keyra's? His ex-wife Prince?"

Isma nodded, then sat down on the sofa beside Fitri. Then, suddenly Isma frowned and stared intently at Fitri.

"Why? Is something weird?" Ask Fitri wonder.

"How do you know they're divorced? since when do you know?" Ask Isma curious.

Fitri smiled, then she continued to feed Arsyid who was busy asking for his food.

"They knew from the beginning they were divorced." Answer's relaxed.

"Never say anything, Grandma?"

Hearing that Fitri laughed. And his laughter succeeded in making Isma pout.

"It wasn't the dick himself that forbade Teteh to discuss anything about Prince!"

Isma was silent for a moment. A shy smile was seen on his lips.

'Yes, yes too. I don't want to know about Prince.' His inner.

"Teteh also knew that he was converted?" Ask Isma.

Fitri nodded.

"About Prince moving to Korea, you know." Reciprocity.

Isma remained silent. It turned out that all this time he had completely eliminated Prince from his life, but not from his heart.

"Prince doesn't know me anymore, tea." Sad talk.

Arsyid started to fuss. He had finished eating and it was time to take a nap.

"Bath Arsyid first, yes. We'll keep the story going. Arsyid is also sleepy." His speech.

"I was the one who bathed him, tea." Her request.

"No need. You just rest. Hold on again, go get ready."

"Okay, my beloved daughter."

With lethargic steps, Isma headed for her room upstairs.

'Has the boss really forgotten about me? Huffh, I should have stopped waiting for him. Basic Mr. Arrogant sucks.' The curse in the heart.

While the one in his body just parked his car in the front yard of Mas Arya house and Fitri tea, right next to Isma's car.

Fitri who was just about to bathe Arsyid, shouted to Isma who had reached the last steps upstairs.

"Sir, there's a guest. Open the door first, gih. Teteh still bathe Arsyid." Excited from the bathroom.

"Yes, tea." Legally.

With a quick step, Isma headed for the door. And as soon as the door opened, Isma was surprised to see the guest who came.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Isma.." Prince repeated as soon as he saw Isma.

Actually Prince was nervous, he did not expect that Isma was the one who opened the door for him.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." replied Isma slowly.

Open the width of the door. His eyes turned in all directions, resisting the urge to look at the face he so longed for.

"Please come in, Boss, uh sir.." He said nervously.

"Call Prince." The Prince firmly smiled as he held back the roar of his breath that felt irregular.

Isma was just silent, slowly she stepped in. The Prince was invited to sit on the living room sofa.

For a moment there was no sound. There is only awkwardness and also sign language from both.

"Who, deck. . ." Ask Fitri who came out of the bathroom with Arsyid who had finished bathing.

"Me, tea. Prince. . ." Prince immediately stood up and bowed his head to Fitri.

"Prince, my goodness? Aren't you in Korea?"

"I've been in Jakarta since three days ago, tea. There are projects to be completed in Jakarta." Evidently.

"Meeting his ex-wife and son, tea." Connect Isma a little judes.

Looks like she's jealous. Seen from his eyes when he heard that it had been three days Prince in Jakarta.

"I came home because I missed someone's tea. But, not the ex-wife and her son really, tea." Prince was smiling.

'Isma is still very adorable when jealous.' His inner.

"Honestly, that's okay too." Call Isma again.

Fitri was confused. Her spirit is now awkward.

"Yes, Prince sat down first. I'd like to put Arsyid to bed for a minute." Her speech.

Fitri stepped closer to Isma.

"The company of Prince Bentar. Make a drink, and don't judge that." Bisik Fitri's.

Isma just nodded slowly. Prince is back.

"Would you make a drink, what honorable Lord Prince?" Asked Isma in an annoyed tone.

"No need. I'm fasting today."

Isma was surprised to hear that, as she looked at Prince's face to find out the truth of his words just now.

"Why? Do I look like I'm lying?" Prince asked gently, not forgetting his sweet smile.

'It's Sunday, you know. Who would believe you fasting.' His inner.

"I learned the sunnah fast of the Prophet David, USA." Obviously Prince seemed to be able to guess the contents of Isma's mind.

Isma widened her eyes surprised to hear Prince's answer as if he could hear the contents of his mind.

'Which the hell, how long.' The Rutuk Isma in the heart.

'You're still the same. It's funny when you're angry.' Inner Prince, pleased.

Isma looked at him with a smile. It made Isma wrong behavior to make him bow, holding his shame. And his face is now red.

Connect. . .

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