Prince Cinta Beda Religious

AMMO. . .

At 10 am, the atmosphere of the house was quiet again. Bimo and Rina have returned to Jakarta, because they have to work soon. As well as Fitri and Arya, they also returned to Jakarta.

Abah also went to the office. And Umi was going to the house of one of the residents who gave her son circumcision.

Isma and Prince were both at home. Prince sat on the bed, his eyes focused on the laptop screen. He's doing his office work.

And Isma, since then lying comfortably on her husband's thigh while reading the novel Online.

"Don't you like to read novels?"

"Mhhh, don't really like it. But, have you read a few novels first."

"Mas ever dated?"

"Either."

Isma frowned and cut her lips to hear her husband's answer.

"How many times?"

"Mmmmhh. . . Five times."

"Hhuuhh" Isma rose. He distanced himself from the Prince.

"Where are you going?" Prince asked with eyes that remained focused staring at the laptop screen.

"Watch Tv." Sahut, while continuing his steps towards the middle room.

Prince just nodded. He was really focusing on checking the financial statements last month that the financial manager had just sent.

"Why is this report not synchronized with the report made by Bimo...?"

Prince deliberately asked Bimo to make financial statements as well, based on the expenditure and income reports that prince always sent to him every time the finance manager gave a report per week.

"Not right, this." Demonise.

He began to be suspicious of the financial manager who had only been working for the past five months.

"Don't the previous report go wrong either. . ."

Prince reopened the financial report four months earlier. Yes those reports were not so thoroughly vetted by Prince, as he had faith in the financial manager.

His suspicions began to cross a few weeks ago, due to a slump in income that was too far from previous months.

Since then, Prince began to ask Bimo for help to make financial statements based on the weekly reports he received from financial managers.

"Can't he play with me all this time?" Gertak Prince after examining four other reports.

The laptop was closed immediately. His comments began to fade since Isma was no longer by his side. Then he stepped into the living room, where Isma was watching TV.

"Darling, are you angry?" put his hand on Isma's shoulder from behind.

"No. I'm tired of it, but it also works, right? I don't want to bother." Definitely cuek.

Prince stepped up, then sat down next to his wife.

"Mas can not concentrate work, if dear there is no near the mas." Then he lay on Isma's lap.

Isma was shocked, he was not ready to welcome the Prince's head who was now on his lap.

"The mother wants dear is always there beside, mas. Even though I'm working." Whine while menggeduselin his face in the stomach of Isma.

"Mas, why. . . Tau tau. . ." Proter Isma by trying to stop her husband's indulgent activities.

"The amused dear, if you like. . ." he continued.

"Great marriage is only in the first three months, mas." Said Isma.

"So the next month can't be that beautiful?" Ask Prince.

"That's not what it means." Isma pinched her husband's nose.

"Keep what dong?"

"Test after test will come." Reciprocity.

Prince stopped his activities. He is now sitting back. He looked into Isma's eyes.

"Hand hands mas, stay beside the mas, never disappear from view mas. Whatever test it is, if we're always together, I'm sure we'll be ready and able to get through it, baby." Prince said.

Isma smiled haru, she also scattered in the arms of her husband.

"I will never disappear from pandagan, mas. As long as my eyes continue to look at me with a loving gaze, and miss." Isma.

Prince tightened his embrace. Then slowly Prince grabbed Isma's chin so Isma looked up at him.

Isma's cheeks were wet with a stream of tears. Prince smiled at those tears, tears of love, longing and happiness.

"May I kiss my dear lips?" Ask Prince.

Isma did not answer but closed her eyes. Prince smiled happily, he was sure it was a sign Isma allowed him.

Without waiting for long, Prince put his lips right on Isma's lips. He felt Isma tremble, Isma's hand tighter pulling the shirt on his back.

Prince gave a warm kiss, then slowly scooped Isma's lips for a few seconds. Prince then stopped his activities.

Isma loosened her pull on Prince's shirt, and without opening her eyes, she hid her face in her husband's chest. Isma was embarrassed, embarrassed which also made her happy.

"Dear shame, huh..?" Tempt Prince with his embrace.

Instead of answering, Isma went deeper and hid her face.

"Mas used to date five times. And that was my first kiss." His speech.

"Lying. . ." Isma Protest.

"Seriously, dear. . . I'm not lying."

"The mas kissed Amanda's lips in the office at the time, what?"

Prince rubbed his eyes, with a hug. Then he looked into Isma's eyes with an astonished look.

"You know where it came from? Did Amanda tell you?" Ask Prince curiously.

"Sorry, I accidentally saw the cctv footage of the room, mas. So I'm looking at that video." Flat talk.

"Honey, that's him who nyosor first. I didn't reply, I even felt disgusted." Evidently.

"O yeah?"

"Yes, honey. Believe the same." Spoiled weld.

Isma smiled. At the touch of her husband's lips, then unexpectedly Isma gave him a kiss. This made Prince widen his eyes.

"Now, I'm the only one who can touch. . ."

Isma had not finished saying, Prince had already silenced Isma's mouth with his lips. Not for long, just a kiss.

"Darling, it is the owner of all my soul and body that God created so perfectly." Connect Prince in his signature arrogant style.

Isma smiled happily, as did Prince.

'It turns out that courtship after marriage, is really beautiful and fun. No one forbids, no sin but instead gets a reward.' The inner Prince confirmed what Isma had said to him.

Drritttt. . . Drriyitte. . .

Isma's phone rings, there's a call from Amanda. Prince who saw it immediately grabbed Isma's cellphone and immediately answered a call from Amanda.

"Never call my wife again." Jerky Prince.

"Prince, dear. . . I miss you." Amanda Whining.

"As long as I give you a good warning, go Amanda. Don't let me hurt you."

"Darling, I just wanted to ask you about it. I miss you so much." Spoiled whine.

Prince closed the call. Disable Hp Isma, then throw it in any direction. That phone fell scattered on the floor.

Isma was surprised, she did not expect Prince to be that angry at Amanda.

"Mas warn is just as dear. Never answer a call from Amanda. Never meet him. Don't ever mind it." His strictness with a facial expression was very serious.

Isma just nodded slowly, her hands trembling slightly in surprise as Prince slammed his HP.

Connect. . .