Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Ta'aruf

These few days, Isma was really busy. Moreover, the project that is being worked on with the development team will be launched in two days.

"Is, lunch first yok." Take Rina who deliberately approached Isma to her room.

"anytime soon. Go first, Rin. My job is responsibility." She said without looking at Rina.

"What do you want to eat? Acubeliins."

"I'm not hungry yet. When it's finished, I will follow immediately. But janngan was waiting for me. I'm afraid I can't get to follow."

"Alright.." Rina left feeling a little disappointed. Since working on the project, Isma always had lunch with Bimo, while not with Bimo, Isma even missed her lunch.

"It's all because of Prince. You boss sucks." Curiously annoyed.

While Prince who was sipping water in his room choked suddenly. 'Isma chiding again?' his inner.

Then quickly, Prince headed for Isma. Isma was still faithfully sitting in front of the computer. Prince's eyes glanced at the wall clock in Isma's room which had shown at 13.56 p.m. It's lunch time.

Tok.dok…

Prince knocked on the door, then opened the door that had only opened a little. "Isma, have you had lunch?" He asked as he slowly stepped closer and closer to Isma's table.

"No, Boss. I'm gonna finish this job first."

"Connect later. I'm hungry."

"Boss hasn't had lunch yet? I guess the Boss has lunch with the client." Ask Isma astonished. Bosses usually have lunch with clients when their meetings end at lunchtime.

"Meeting ended early." Step closer and stop right behind the computer. If only there were no computers in the way, the two were in a position to look at each other.

"What do you want to eat? Lina is out for lunch right now. I'll ask him to help me buy it."

"I don't want to. I want you to come to lunch with me now." Said affirm.

For a moment Isma was silent. He wanted to hear those words again. But what power, Prince will only talk once. He will not repeat except when his voice is too small for the interlocutor to hear.

"Quickly. I wait in the loby, "Step starts to leave the room. "Five minutes. If it's late…"

"Good.." murmured Prince, then stepped following Isma.

Both are in the elevator. The number already indicates the number 5 and the red arrow continues to move downwards.

"You're dating Bimo?" Prince asked suddenly which made Isma speechless.

"It seems you guys are very close. Proximity that is more than just a co-worker." Reciprocity.

Isma was silent, "In religion I am forbidden to date if not in a marriage bond." Reply Isma relaxed without burden.

"So... You've never dated or dated before?"

"No." Replied Isma, then slowly lowered her gaze.

"So what if someone wants to get married? Did they get married without a date, without any introductions?"

"Ta'aruf's. That way a Muslim and a Muslim know each other before marriage." Evidently.

"Ta'aruf's? is that another process of dating?"

"No. Ta'aruf is a way to get acquainted Islamically by recognizing a man or woman who is liked through his family such as, their parents, siblings, and their closest friends.

"Just the same, right? Dating is also like that, getting to know each other's family and closest people."

"Different, Boss. If the Boss wants to know, I will explain when there is a right time to chat" Isma explained.

"If I like you, then I have to meet your parents?" Prince asked without looking at Isma.

Isma was silent when she heard the question. There were erratic vibrations filling the recesses of his heart. It seemed Isma could even see butterflies flying around her.

Isma was flapping her hot face. His cheeks were red. He bit his lips slightly to hold back a smile.

Seriate…