Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Spoiled !!

A new morning on a new day.

After the morning prayers, Prince went back to sleep. I don't know why his eyes are still so sleepy. While Isma was already wrestling in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

"Ciieee. . . The newlyweds are up. . ." Toda Rina approached Isma to the kitchen.

"What a hell, just a regular time." Isma endured the shame.

"Every night, Ampe cried out loud. . ." Whisper Rina, back to tease Isma.

Isma ignited emotions while enduring embarrassment. He picked up a knife in his hand, and then directed it to Rina.

"Well, stabbed with a sharp knife?" Isma was upset.

Rina ran away, she hid behind Fitri tea that had just arrived in the kitchen.

"Gallak very new bride, innately spent the first nightaa. . ." Temptation of Rina again.

And this time, Fitri tea also teases Isma.

"Gaziness. . ." Connect Fitri.

Then they laughed happily seeing Isma's reddened face holding back the embarrassment as well as the emotions.

As a result, Isma stopped her work, she ran away from the kitchen.

"Eh even run away, want again yeah. . ." Ledek Rina dn Fitri accompanied Isma's departure.

"Here you go, early in the morning talk about it." Umi's chat.

"Tempting Isma pleases Umi." Rina Sahut.

Umi finally smiled. Umi imagined the screams of Isma last night, and also the words of Prince who he said had only started a little.

For some reason, they found the new couple to be funny. So that makes them laugh in the morning while continuing to make breakfast left by Isma.

Meanwhile, Isma had already arrived at her room. He put on an annoyed face, looking at Prince who was grasping Isma's HP.

"Itshaang. . . You why?" Surprised and immediately put down Hp Isma.

Prince approached Isma, tightly hugging the body.

"It's all because of you. . . Hiiikkzz" Whine while dipping his face in Prince's chest.

"What makes me cry so early in the morning, huh?" Prince asked as he gently stroked Isma's back and gave a kiss on the top of her head.

"They made fun of me, because last night. . ." Her sister to her husband.

Prince smiled, at the body of Isma. Put it on the bed. Then, Prince squatted down in front of him.

"What happened last night?" Prince asked while wiping away the tears on Isma's cheek using his finger.

"Nothing. But last night I screamed in shock. You're pulling me all of a sudden..." His soul was upset while crying.

"So, why don't you just tell me what it's like." Advice Prince.

"They won't believe. . ."

"If they don't believe me, say so. . . Last night was fun. That's. . ."

Instead of being calm, Isma grew annoyed at the Prince's words. On the strong pinch both cheeks of her husband.

"Aavpha. . . Pain dear. . . Haushttt. . . Sorry, sorry..." Shouting Prince.

Actually young Prince released his cheek from Isma's rampage. Only, he did not want Isma to get any more upset.

"You are the same as them. I love to mock me." Isma.

She had already removed her hand from her husband's cheek. And now he's silent.

Prince changed his position. He sat beside Isma, and rested his head on Isma's shoulder.

"What did Amanda send you?" Ask Prince suddenly.

Getting the question, suddenly made Isma turn her head. He forgot to delete the chat from Amanda last night.

"Why don't you ask me anything?" Connect Prince.

This time he changed his seat again. The body of Isma in his arms. Many times in his kiss the top of Isma's head.

"Honey. . . Believe this. I'm only yours, completely, forever. Until death do us part." Prince.

Isma's tears trickled down, her hands slowly returning her husband's embrace.

"He threatened to take you away from me." Isma.

"Is that one of the causes of love not being fully mine?" Ask Prince.

"I'm afraid, taku.all of a sudden you leave me."

Prince took a breath. Then, slowly take off his embrace. In her eyes Isma glazed over.

"Isma Ramadhani, I will never leave you. And I promise I won't touch you until you're ready." Strictly said.

He hugged the body again as tightly as possible, so that nothing could separate them.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Ask Prince then.

He still remembers Isma saying that the courtship was after marriage.

This time Isma who broke away from Prince's embrace, she looked up slightly to look at her husband's face.

"You..." She answered spoiled, then returned in her husband's arms.

"Forget it all about Amanda or whoever it is. Just remember, from now on you're my only halal girlfriend." Prince's whisper in Isma's ear.

The speech managed to turn the cry into the sweetest smile on Isma's face.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen. Rina and Fitri are busy helping umi prepare breakfast, set the table, prepare the dishes and glasses as well.

"Fitri, call adek gih. Breakfast is ready." Umi.

"Yes, umi." Finished work.

Fitri also went to call Isma and Prince who were still fond of making out in the room.

"Dek. . . Isma, breakfast first." Call Fitri from outside the room.

"Yes tea, we'll be soon." Prince from the room.

Getting an answer, Fitripun immediately returned to the kitchen. While Isma was still reluctant to move, she was still comfortable with her position leaning spoiled in her husband's arms.

"So, what kind of call would you call this dear husband?" Ask Prince.

"Mmr. . . Yes, yes, yes."

"Alright, even if he wants to be called Honey..."

"Lebai ah that call. Bagusan Mas too. We are the Javanese." His protest.

"What's Sunda Java??" Prince said as he carried Isma to stand up.

"Abi the Sundanese, if Umi the Javanese." Evidently.

"If you're what?" Prince asked Isma's hand to step into the kitchen.

"Java sunda." Answer in a cute style.

Prince smiled with anxiety, whipping Isma's cheeks suddenly.

"Mas, iih. . ." Isma Protest.

"Why? I kissed his girlfriend's thing."

"Yes. But it's shame. . ." Spoiled sung.

How happy, Prince. It turned out that Isma's level of indulgence was truly adorable. Though Isma was firm, grumpy, sometimes ugly and sometimes very quiet.

"I love you. . ." Whisper Prince, then he took Isma's hand to the kitchen.

The atmosphere at the dining table was already very frenzied, especially the cry of Arsyid who was grumbling furiously because he was always bullied by Om Bimo and Aunt Rina.

They made fun of taking Arsyid's food. Arsyid was crying, complaining to his grandfather.

"Arsyid is crying? Why darling. . ." Ask Prince.

He took off his hand from Isma, he stepped closer to Arshid who was sitting on his grandfather's lap.

"You want a sling?" Prince spread out his hands to hold Arsyid.

Unexpectedly, Arsyid was immediately willing to welcome Prince's hand.

"Smart, handsome boy should not cry.." Persuade Prince while wiping his tears.

Everyone is smiling. Rina and Bimo. They did not expect, The man as firm as his boss could persuade the baby. Moreover, the famous Arsyid does not like new people.

"Code of loh Is. . ." Rina nudged onto Isma who was sitting next to her.

"Don't, Rin, don't tease me anymore. . ." Babe Isma pinched her best friend's cheek.

The two smiled, and everyone ate breakfast quietly and solemnly.

Connect. . .