Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Sleep Together

Jakarta.

In one of the churches, a priest in his late 80s seemed to be daydreaming sitting there praying.

"Sorry to bother Baba."

A middle-aged man approached him and sat down next to him. The priest looked over and smiled.

"What's wrong?" Soft question.

"I've been figuring out the family background of the granddaughter's wife, Baba." His speech.

"What do you know?"

A moment the middle-aged man caught his breath. Then he took out a piece of paper from inside his bag of straps.

"It's Baba, read it." Pouring the paper out to the priest.

As soon as the paper was picked up, his eyes immediately stared at the writing on the paper. He was old, but his eyesight was still very good.

"It's my guess. My grandson is married to the grandson of the One whom I slandered and killed decades ago." Lirih.

There was a trace of regret in his eyes. The old body felt trembling so much that it was unable to control the feeling of tightness in his chest that had always held regret ever since.

"Thursday I prayed for forgiveness from God. I wish I could find one of his family to convey his feelings of regret and apology to him." The person who is now crying is sobbing.

"Prophe, Baba better get some rest." Advice the man.

He carried the old man's body to a room at the back of the church. This is where the old priest was aloof to regret his evil deeds in the past.

"Let me meet them. . ." He said after his body lay comfortably on the bed.

"At least meet me with my daughter-in-law's granddaughter." Her guests before she had a seizure and fainted.

"Control. . . Baba. . . I have to get Baba to the hospital immediately." Said worried.

Before bringing the old posture to the hospital, he had sent a message to Baba's grandson, Prince.

It was ba'da zuhur. Prince continued his work. While Isma packing the clothes she will bring to follow Prince to Korea. They'll leave later this afternoon Ba'da Magrib.

"Mas, it's good to stop by Mama and Papa's house first." Say Isma slowly.

Honestly, Isma was still afraid of Prince's rampage a few hours ago. Since then, Isma has been silent.

"Not to be darling. After all, they already know you, right?" Prince answered without looking.

Isma. True, more than two years as Secretary, Isma had known the Prince's extended family including his grandfather the Pastor. It's just that Isma had never met in person, because grandfather lived in the church.

"Honey. . . Still a long time packing?" Ask the spoiled Prince.

"almost done. What's up, Mas?"

Prince patted the bed, hinting for Isma to sit nearby.

Isma. She understood what her husband meant. Isma came and sat down with her husband.

The prince slid his head right in Isma's lap. Like, prince likes to lie down like this.

"Mas's gonna take a nap, okay?" Ask Prince.

His hand reached Isma. He put Isma's hand on his head. He guided the hand to stroke his head.

"Please like it when you do this." Reciprocity.

Isma smiled, she happily snorted at her husband's head. Gently stroking her husband's hair. Isma's other hand was pulled by Prince to hold each other and settle right in Prince's chest.

"Honey. . . Would you love to chant sholawat. . .?" Pinta Prince closed her eyes.

Ism also starting to break the roof.

"Yaa Prophet salam 'alaika, Ya Rosull salam 'alaika.

O habib salam 'alaika, sholawatullah 'alaika."

Prince smiled, he was happy and calm when he heard the showat chant from his wife.

mu'ayyadya mumajjad, yes Imaamal kiblatainii"

Prince is asleep. Isma was also sleepy. Threw a pillow and put it on his back, then he leaned. His eyes closed and they fell asleep.

Ting. . .

Iphone Prince receives notifications. But, the owner did not listen. He was having fun with his wife in a dream.

When the newlyweds fell asleep. In a hospital in Jakarta. Hudha Pratama, Pince's grandfather lies critically in the ICU room.

"Doctor, how is my father doing." Ask Mama Worrying.

"Baba's situation is weakening. I think there's been very little hope for Baba, her heart rate is getting weaker. What I felt, as if Baba wanted to leave, was that she had taken off all the burdens that had always caused her to endure the pain in her heart." Obviously Doctor.

"No, no. . . Pa, Baba's still gonna heal, right?" Isak Mama in Papa's arms.

"Ma, let go of Baba. Baba's been around for a long time." Said Papa while trying to calm Mama.

"Have you contacted Prince?" He asked the man who had taken Baba to the hospital.

"Already, Mas. I sent a message, there's no answer on the phone." Evidently.

"This is what I'm worried about. Prince not only moved religion, he was married to his secretary. And now he's even getting away from us." Papa said full of disappointment, anger and also feel sad.

"Do I need to go to Bandung, Mas?"

"No need. Let her. I want Prince to regret it and all that regret was caused by that woman. I hope Prince will hate that woman, because he's the one who made Prince ignore his Grandpa." My mother snapped with anger and overflowing emotions.

"Anyway, I'll separate Prince from the village's marauder." Reciprocity.

The middle-aged man who was Baba's lawmaker could only shut up. He knew that if Baba improved, Baba would give her blessing to Prince and his grand daughter-in-law.

Baba's last request even wants to meet her daughter-in-law's granddaughter.

'Lord, give Baba another chance. I will grant Baba's wish to meet her daughter-in-law's granddaughter. Amen' Inner Lawyer.

And here comes Baba's granddaughter-in-law. She fell asleep in her husband's arms.

Yes, their sleeping position has changed. Prince woke up and made his wife lie comfortably with his left hand. While his right hand tightly hugged Isma's tiny body.

"It turns out, baby is very tiny when in arms, Mas." Prince said as he pulled Isma's long hair over her face.

"Honey. . . Stay strong and strong. Don't weak. Because our journey is still very long. Keep holding my hand no matter what." Connect Prince.

Isma pecked her forehead, slowly moved into her eyes, then her nose, cheeks and finally briefly Prince stopped. He noticed the stickiness of Isma's soft lip blade which is now starting to become his candle.

"May our love be for God and will always love one another up to God's heaven." Said slowly.

Then Prince landed his lips right on the lips of his girlfriend. Isma woke up, she was shocked until her eyes opened. Their eyes were now staring at each other very closely.

Isma's heart was beating fast. Now that he couldn't dwell, the Prince's huge body was right above him. Isma was afraid, but there was also a feeling of pleasure.

"Sorry to wake up, dear. . ." Prince took off his kiss, then continued again.

Prince closed his eyes and deepened his kiss. Sensing Prince acting more, Isma closed her eyes tightly again, she resigned and also felt the beauty of the kiss.

"Mas won't act more, dear. . . Don'tbeafraid. I will keep my promise." Whisper Prince, before finally peeling Isma's lips again three times and ending his actions.

He held Isma's body tightly. Then they went back to silence and closed their eyes until they fell asleep.

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