Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Gold Box

Azan zuhur looked down. Fitri advised Prince to become a prayer priest together.

"Don't Tea, I'm not ready yet." Reject Prince.

"If you object because I become a teacher, I can pray alone." Connect Isma.

"Good tea, I'm ready. I wudhu first." Rigorously.

Prince followed Fitri nenuju place of ablution. Isma ran to his room to take Mukena and ablution.

His heart feels happy. His face is getting blustery. There is a happiness that comes to erase his feelings of anger and jealousy.

The same thing Prince felt. He felt very calm after ablution.

Now Prince is ready to stand on his alphabet. Isma and Teh Fitri stand parallel behind Prince.

"God hu akbar. . ." Prince said when takbir rotul ihram.

Followed by Isma and Fitri. Then, the prayer took place solemnly.

And at the end, Prince also said a prayer begging until his tears dripped.

Isma did the same. He also prayed with a sincere heart.

Skipp. . .

Currently in the living room, Isma, Prince and Fitri tea sat speechless. No one wants to start a conversation. Until finally with all his courage, Prince began the conversation.

"Teh, actually. . . My goal came here. . ." Prince stopped his words.

He took out a small gold box from his pants pocket.

"Here, there's a ring I chose to pin on Isma's ring finger." Give that box to Fitri.

Isma remained silent. His eyes began to glaze over, not expecting what he had just heard and seen.

"You proposed to Isma?" Ask Fitri to be more convincing.

"Yes tea." Prince replied firmly and with a spirit of conviction.

"Try me to tell him directly." Advice Fitri.

Prince took a long breath.

'Bismillah. . .' His inner.

He stared at Isma who had been silent since then lowered his head.

"Isma Ramadhani, will you be my halal angel?" He said softly expectantly.

Isma's cheeks are getting blushing. He felt stifling. There was an overflow of happiness that filled the recesses of his heart.

'Oh my God, is this real? Or is it just a dream? What am I supposed to do?' His inner.

Isma really did not know how to answer, until finally crossed his mind an idea.

The little gold box, opened slowly.

'That's very good. . . Does this ring fit on my ring finger?' Inner again.

Prince waited anxiously and expectantly. Same with Fitri.

"Does this ring fit on my ring finger?" Ask Isma in the end.

Prince's confused. He doesn't know Isma's ring finger size. The ring was chosen based on the size of her little finger.

"I'm sorry Isma, I chose it without asking if the ring would fit on your finger or not." Answer Prince.

Hearing that answer, Isma smiled amusedly. That's not what the question means.

"Prince, that's not what Isma meant." Fitri tea that understands the meaning of Isma's smile.

"Then?" Ask Prince in wonder.

"Are you sure Isma deserves to be with you?" Fitri explained.

"Yes. You're the only one I want and the one who deserves to be by my side." Prince samangat.

Isma was still smiling, she was happy and also felt funny hearing Prince's reply.

"Then, I'll wear this ring." Said Isma while putting the ring to her ring finger.

Prince smiled with relief. He stood up to Isma and almost embraced Isma if only Isma would not immediately escape.

"Princess. . ." Shouted Fitri in shock.

Isma ran up the stairs to her room without looking down.

"Sorry tea, I got carried away." Prince is ashamed.

His face is now red. He was really ashamed of Fitri for his actions that almost embraced Isma.

"That is why, Islam recommends that two people who love each other when they meet must be accompanied by the mahram." Fitri.

"Yes Tea, forgive me."

"Hurry to meet Abi and Umi in Bandung. Halalize Isma. You can hug. . ." Tempta Fitri, which successfully makes Prince more blushing.

Meanwhile, in his room. Isma was crying happily looking at herself in the mirror. He occasionally stroked the ring that was now coiled on his ring finger.

"O Allah, Ridhoi is the choice of this heart. Aamiin's."

Her tears kept flowing. His lips kept smiling. His heart continued to praise the Asma of Allah as much as possible.

Dritt. . . Drriitett. . .

His HP voice. And it was a message from Prince through Watshapp.

"Boss still uses this number?" Her speech.

Isma opened the message.

📱 Isma, I'm going home first.

📱 I went back to my old apartment

📱 Tomorrow morning I'll pick you up

📱 we go to Bandung to meet Abi and Umi

📱 Always miss you, dear ❤❤

How happy Isma was to read the message from Prince. And her tears were again shed. Not tears of sadness, but tears of happiness.

The day has changed night. Isma just finished praying isa. He continued reading surah al-mulk. The Surah always makes it strong and teaches it to accept all that God has ordained.

Indeed, everything that exists and happens in this life belongs to Allah, the All-Powerful over all.

In their room, Fitri told her about Prince's arrival at noon to her husband.

"Isn't Prince in Korea?" Arya asked while folding her alphabet.

"Prince has been three days in Jakarta, Mas. He came for the project. And coincidentally, Vino, the husband of his ex-wife brought them together in his house." He said while humping Arsyid.

"And Prince established himself to come to meet Isma and propose to her." Reciprocity.

"Then, do you accept it?" sitting next to his wife.

"Yes. Adek accepted with pleasure. Mas. . . They love each other. Their love still grows despite the distance and time."

Arya smiled happily at his wife's words. On the trunk of his beloved woman's cheeks, then in the kiss of his wife's forehead.

"Our love is that strong too, dear. No one can separate us, except the destiny of God and death." Aryan.

Fitri smiled happily. She held her husband's body tightly.

"Darling, did abi and umi know about Prince's proposal?" Arya asked continuing the conversation.

Fitri shakes. She was lazy to talk, because her eyes began to sleepy while in her husband's arms.

"May Abi and Umi give their blessing for their relationship." Aryan.

She is worried that Abi will reject Isma's wish to marry Prince. Moreover, Abi still holds memories of the trauma of painful events decades ago.

"You gotta stay strong deck. I promise I'll help you." His words were full of determination and hope.

Connect. . .

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