Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Welcome My Husband

Ba'da isa's.

Penghulu has just arrived, as well as the mosque employees, the Chairman of Rt and Mr. Lurah. After performing the prayers of the congregation, they went straight to the house of Isma's parents.

Isma looked at herself in the mirror. Tonight she looks beautiful with a gold robe given by Prince when Isma comes on Prince's wedding day with Keyra.

There is no other shirt. Only, Isma is happy to wear this robe. Because it reminded her of the time when she managed to welcome the flower bucket at that time.

"Isma, I'm staying first. I'd like to hear the Boss pronounce the Marriage Certificate." Rina.

Isma nodded with a smile. Let her go Rina.

And now he's alone in his room.

His heart was not careless, hoping in dismay. Waiting in agitation. . .

"Allah has sent it all." Praying.

Meanwhile, in the middle room. Prince sat opposite Pak Penghulu and Abi. Bimo and Arya sat right behind him.

Fitri, Umi and Rina sit not far from Bimo and Arya. While the invitations, consisting of relatives and close neighbors, also sat down to fill the middle room of the house.

"Can we start, Prince?" Ask the Hijacker

"Can, sir." Prince replied firmly.

"Alright, please start the contract sir." Penghulu said asking Abi to start a marriage contract immediately.

"Bismilahirrahmaa nirrohiimm. . ."

Abi reaches out to Prince, and Prince shakes abi's hand. I'm also starting.

The atmosphere was silent, they listened to the chants of the court that Prince spoke smoothly.

"How's witness? Right?" Ask Mr. Penghulu as soon as Prince finished pronouncing the marriage contract.

"Well." Right." Answer the four witnesses.

"Goddessa. . ." Say all invited guests, followed by a prayer by pak pengupulu.

'Alhamdulillah O Allah. Thank you, you launched our marriage. Bless this marriage, O God.' Prince said in his heart.

As soon as the show ended, Prince signed the marriage book. Isma had also, Rina and Fitri who brought the marriage book to Isma who was still faithfully waiting in her room.

"Propay the newlyweds. . . Wait for your husband to come soon. . ." Ledek Rina seduces Isma who blushes in shame.

His eyes also glazed over with the roar of tears that wanted to spill.

Meanwhile, Prince was still sitting at his original spot. He listened to some advice from the elders. Prince listened well to the advice, although in fact his heart was already turbulent to immediately meet Isma.

Skiing. . .

At 23:00, the house was deserted. Fitri and Rina were already sleeping in the back room with Arsyid. While Bimo and Arya have just laid their bodies on a new mattress in front of the TV.

And Prince, he's still talking to Abi. Just a regular conversation just to strengthen the relationship with his daughter-in-law.

"Abi, get Prince to the room. Poor thing, he must be tired. It's almost midnight too." Umi approached Abi and Prince who were still chatting in the living room.

"Yeah. This is also why I'm taking Prince to see Isma." Abi said.

"Go, meet Isma. Maybe now he's angry because you didn't see him." Goda Abi's.

Prince just smiled shyly.

Abi and Umi had already stepped towards their room. After Prince made sure they went into the room, then Prince stepped into Isma's room.

"Acclame'aikum. . ." Prince said as he opened the door of the room that was accidentally not locked by Isma.

"Pope. . . Don't you want to kiss your husband's hand?" Asked Prince by stepping slowly closer towards the bed.

Isma looked at her husband with a smile. The HP he was holding was immediately hidden under a pillow. Isma also moved from her bed. Approaching her husband.

"Sorry, I'm too cool playing games while waiting for you." Answer by lowering your head.

"Now, my hand. . ." Prince extended his hand towards Isma who was standing not far in front of him.

Isma welcomed her husband's hand, and as soon as their hands touched each other, without the Prince's cue pulling Isma's body so that Isma was shocked and shouted.

"Mayhwwhh. . ." Shouted Isma very loudly, she fell right in her husband's arms.

His heart is beating fast. Her eyes closed, her head leaned against her husband's chest, so Isma could hear her husband's heartbeat which also shook violently.

As a result of Isma's loud scream, Abi and Umi run out of his room. Fitri and Isma too. Hannya Bimo and Arya are still sleeping.

They ran towards Isma's room.

"Isma. . . You're okay, right, nduk?" Shouted Umi from outside.

Isma raised her eyes to hear the voice of Umi. And so does Prince. He did not expect, his wife's screams woke everyone up.

"It's okay, Umi. Isma slipped." Prince without taking off his arms.

"Thankfully. . ." Sahut Abi, Umi, Fitri and Rina from outside.

"Boss, just slow down. . . This is the first time for Isma. Don't be so rude, pity. . ." Rina Timpal.

Prince smiled shyly at Rina's words. Likewise with Isma who is no less shy, while hiding her face in the chest of Prince. His hand was slowly beating the chest of the field.

"Just calm down, Rin. I just tried a little." Prince said again, adding tightly to his embrace.

Prince's answer this time managed to make Abi, Umi, Fitri and Rina nervous and misbehaved. Eventually, they returned to their rooms.

"You trying now?" Tempting Prince by touching Isma's back.

"Sucks." Rutuk Isma's.

He stomped firmly on Prince's feet, shocked and in pain, when Prince released Isma's body.

"Shame, you know." Isma was angry.

"Sorry, dear. . ." Prince.

Isma goosebumps hearing Prince call her with words of affection.

"You too, have not done anything, have shouted first." He said, then sat down next to Isma who was still turning her face away.

"What if it's all done?" Tempting Prince while slowly tucking his hands coiled around Isma's waist.

"Take courage if you dare." Threaten Isma by showing her fist to Prince.

Instead of being upset, angry, or afraid, Prince laughed out loud.

"I love you my wife." He whispered in a soft voice, but there was teasing in Isma's ears.

"Get this guy in your face?" Prince pulled Isma's face to face with him.

Isma did not protest again this time. He also ventured to look at the face of the man who is now halal for him. Slowly Isma's hand went down the face, starting from the forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks and lips of Prince.

Isma touched her slowly, gently. Her tears just fell. While Prince, deliberately closed his eyes enjoying the soft touch of his wife's fingers all over his face.

"Thank you for coming, my husband." Said Isma with tears still dripping.

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