Prince Cinta Beda Religious

New Husband

Drritt. . . Drriitett. . . Drrriittt. . .

The sound woke Prince. Iphonenya diiraihnya placed on the nightstand. On the screen it says *Mama*.

Soon the Prince moved Isma's aborted head on his arm. Slowly the Prince got up and stepped out of the room.

"What's up, Ma?" Prince asked immediately after answering the call.

"Honey. . . Grandpa. . ." Say it while crying.

"Grandfather why, Ma?"

"Grandfather's sick."

"Innalilahi. . ." Prince still does not believe.

"Where are you now, Ma?"

"In the hospital, grandfather is critical." Obviously Mama while sobbing.

"When grandfather went to the hospital, Ma. Why isn't Prince told?"

"Mama called you, but you didn't answer Mama's call. Grandfather suddenly fainted this morning, his heart was weak again." Evidently.

"Any hospital, Ma?"

Mama mentioned the hospital address to Prince. Then after knowing the address, Prince immediately ended his conversation with Mama.

Prince returned to the room, seeing Isma still sound asleep. Then his eyes turned to look at the clock on his wrist which had shown at 15.00 pm.

"Honey. . . Wakes up. It's late afternoon, just stingy."

Prince gently stroked Isma's cheeks to make her.

"Mhh, is it late afternoon?" Isma asked who slowly opened her eyes.

"Yes. . . Wake up yok."

Isma rubbed her face, and she sat down. Prince was stunned to see the sleepy face of Isma whose bright hair was very adorable.

"Honey. . . If you go to Korea it is delayed. . . Dear disappointed, right?"

"Where are you going?"

"Grandfather's sick. I have to go to Jakarta now." Evidently.

"Grandfather's sick? Innalillah. . Yes already yok, we go to Jakarta. I'm ready now." He said, by directly pulling a towel towards the bathroom.

While Prince smiled while shaking his head to see Isma who rushed with a still sleepy state.

While waiting for Isma to get ready, she called Rina.

📱"Yes, Boss. Can I help you?" Ask Rina.

📱"Booking one room in hotel, Bogor."

Lina smiled happily hearing that, it felt like she wanted to tease the newlyweds. However, that desire must be endured, because the one who spoke was the Boss.

📱"Complete with all the trinkets for newlyweds?" Rina asked flatly, whereas in her heart was laughing amusedly.

📱"Sunday. The important thing is to prepare immediately."

📱"Good, Boss."

Without saying any more greetings, Prince had already ended the conversation. And unknowingly, at that moment Isma came out of the bathroom.

Isma saw Prince hanging up the phone when she found out he was back from the bathroom.

"S...honey, is it over?" Ask Prince with a little gago.

This raised Isma's suspicions. She began to wonder who her husband had called until he had to hide so.

"Already, Mas. But, just a little bit more 'basar. How about we pray 'asar first, just left for Jakarta." Advice Isma.

"Yes dear. I also want to take a shower first. Honey get ready to wear the face. We pray together." he said while gently stroking Isma's shoulder.

The wheels are not off. Isma was wearing clothes. So Prince touched it in the upholstered part of the shirt.

"Who's called. Is that their secret talk? Or maybe. . ." Said Isma trying to guess.

"Astaghtafirullah. . . I thought what the hell. Oh, my God." He rubbed his face.

Then Isma took the mukena da sajadah. From her husband and her alphabet. Then Isma used her face.

5 Minutes later.

Prince came back from the bathroom. Then he gets ready to put on his gloves, shirt and kiss. Then they pray 'coastal basis.

After the prayer, Prince prayed for the safety and harmony of his household. Prince also prayed to be given a baby quickly.

The prayer made Isma blush. However, his glazed eyes exuded a haru feeling as well as being happy.

All the prayers that her husband prayed were solemnly offered by Isma.

Skipp. . .

After the prayer, Isma prepared complete clothes and long hijab. Prince also replaced the t-shirt with a shirt and wore trousers.

"Didn't the suitcase, Mas?" Isma looked at the suitcase that was already filled with her clothes.

"No need. We're back in Bandung."

"Yes know. But it is not possible tonight directly back to Bandung. At least tonight we will stay in Jakarta." said Isma.

"Yes dear. Until Jakarta we buy clothes. Ok."

Hearing that, Isma frowned disagreeing with her husband. In the unloading of the suitcase, then took some clothes and hijab, then put in a smaller bag.

Prince only shook his head looking at Isma. 'Women are always complicated. Want to go a day, the preparations are as shipyards.' Prince in my heart.

"Udah, I'm ready." Isma.

"alright. Here's the bag." Stretched out a hand to take over Isma's bag.

"No need. I can bring it myself. It's not heavy either." The answer.

Isma stepped out of the room, followed by Prince. Not forgetting she locked the door. Then, Prince chased Isma and took the bag out of Isma's hand.

"Cr. . . Mum. . ." His protest when the bag had already managed to change hands.

Prince is out of the house. He put the bag in the back seat of the car. Isma locked the door and wrote on paper. He slipped under the door.

"What's that for, baby?" Ask Prince in wonder.

"Message to Umi." Step near the car.

"Can you tell me over the phone." Prince opened the car door for Isma.

Isma was just grumbling in annoyance, then she got into the car immediately.

"Why baby? How upset are you?"

Prince is in the car. And the car started to slowly leave the house.

"You're so pouting, why?"

"Hp I'm broken. I forgot, it was a dashing mas."

"O yes. Sorry, honey, I forgot." Prince said with a shy smile.

"Let's buy a new one." Gently stroked Isma's head.

"Not the new problem. But, it's all in that HP. Fb, Ig, Email are active to communicate with clients, financial data as well. . ." Curiously annoyed.

"I'm sorry, baby. . . We'll buy a new iPhone." Persuaded it.

"Udah told me it's not a new iphone problem Mas. But. . ."

"Facebooks? The instalgram? An email? Darling. . . Just move everything to his iphone can."

"Yes can. That's why if I say don't cut it first." Babysit upset.

Prince chuckled anxiously at the temperament of his wife who had suddenly turned fierce. At home was fine.

"I don't remember the password... Mas." Reciprocity.

Prince laughed almost. This made Isma even more upset.

"Replace fb, ig and email just now, dear. . . All right. Gitu package. New husband, new HP, new fb, new Ig and new Email. Yeah, right?" Goda Prince's.

He deliberately made Isma even more upset. Because her cute level increased when Isma was angry, chattering and grumbling in annoyance.

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