Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Don't touch me

After the Magrib prayer, Isma remembered wanting to call Umi. There was an unpleasant feeling in him.

"Did I miss Umi?" He said as he grabbed the new iPhone Prince bought.

As soon as the iphone screen is on, so many notifications are coming in. Everything is news about the wedding of Prince and Amanda which has become a trending topic throughout Indonesia.

With trembling and teary eyes, Isma read the news. All the explanations and contents of Amanda's interview conversation as well as Mama and Papa's confession, Isma read them all.

"Have I been lied to all this time? Why is Mas Prince doing this to me?" Her speech.

Her tears dripped, her fingers continuing to crack her iphone screen. It's all about the analysis of Amanda and Prince's discreet relationship.

At that time, Prince returned from the hotel kitchen to bring Isma's order of fried eggs.

"Honey. . . This fried egg is ready. . ."

Prince walked closer to Isma. Put that plate on the nightstand. Then Prince hugged Isma's waist from behind. His position, Isma was currently sitting on the edge of his bed with her back to Prince.

"Darling to be quiet. Very excited about the new iPhone." The Celoteh Prince was upset because of Isma's tirade.

Taken over the iPhone, the upset Prince's face stared at the iPhone screen and read the news that Isma was reading.

His eyes widened sharply, on the screen of the iphone screen quickly. Prince read all the news with mixed feelings.

His hands clenched tightly. His breath was stirred irregularly, then. . .

Prraaakkkswitz. . .

The new iPhone was again thrown by Prince in every direction. Everything was destroyed in an instant.

Isma's body was forced to face her. Isma's eyes were filled with tears. He hugged that body tightly.

"Honey. . . It was all a lie. They lie. . . By Allah, you are the only wife." It was clear that Prince was also covered in tears.

Isma said nothing. She just kept crying sobbing in her husband's arms. His heart refused to believe the news he was reading. But, her mind also refused to believe in her husband's words.

Isma was confused, she was sad, she couldn't say anything. Heart hurt. However, Isma could not shake her feelings of being so deeply in love with her husband.

"Honey. . . Please. . . Believe the same, baby, don't just shut up..."

Prince took off a hug to look at Isma's face.

"Don't cry. . Darling believes it's the same. Honey knows, Mama and Papa never allowed Mas to convert to Islam and marry affectionately, therefore they conspired to make up this lie. . ." Obviously Prince tried to convince Isma.

Slowly Isma's hand moved. The tears on her husband's face were wiped away, and Isma smiled even though tears kept dripping from her eyes.

"I want to go home. . . I miss Abi and Umi."

Only that word came out of Isma's mouth. And Prince nodded.

"Yes, we're going home now. We're home. . ." Prince said with a smile and also tried to stop the tears on Isma's cheeks.

Then Prince stepped up, he took Isma's bag, put his face in it, then Prince came back to Isma who was still silent sitting on the edge of his bed.

His eyes were unfocused, as if he was thinking about something. His hands were cold, while his entire body felt weak. Isma could not stand up. He knew he would fall while trying to stand up.

But, even so Isma finally tried to stand up. And what happened, Isma was not able to maintain the balance of his body until he almost fell.

Seeing that swiftly Prince immediately welcomed Isma's body until they fell along with the lotus. Isma fell right over Prince's body.

Isma's cry broke, his hand began to hit slowly Prince's chest which was actually sick from Isma's head when he fell earlier.

"I hate being lied to. . . Why would you lie to me. . ." He said while sobbing.

"It's impossible for Mama and Papa to lie to the media just because they don't like me. At least they'll say you're engaged not married." He screamed in tears.

"Is she really married to Amanda? Did you just lie. . ." Isma realized something.

She soon rose from her husband's body. Isma's away. He gradually sucked on the floor, until his body pulled over in the corner of the room.

Prince was confused to see Isma who was suddenly strange and looked at him full of anger no longer a gentle gaze full of sadness like that.

The prince got up and was about to step closer to Isma.

"Don't. . . No. . . Touching me. . ." Shouted Isma with all his might. He looked at Prince full of hatred.

The gaze was as if the gaze of a woman who was vengeful for being taken sainthood by the man she hated.

"Honey. . . I did nothing wrong. . . I've never lied to you, baby. . ." Prince stopped his steps.

He cried sadly seeing his wife staring j**ik at him.

"So, you dare to touch me while you still believe in your god?" Isma asked with a grit of her teeth holding back all her hatred.

"Yes dear God. . . For God's sake, I love you. I touched you even with prayer." Prince did not accept Isma's accusation.

"Do not carry the name of Allah, if you are not sure of Islam." Strictly Isma is still with increasingly becoming emotions.

"Isma, how low is your trust in me?" Shouting Prince.

He approached Isma with anger and disappointment that the woman he loved most doubted his Faith.

"Don't come any closer. . . Don't touch me. . ." Shouted Isma rebelling in Prince's arms.

"If others doubt my Islam, that's fine. But, if it's you, I'm very disappointed." Prince's whisper was firm and also gritted his teeth.

"Ask whatever you want to ask. I've explained everything. I never married anyone but you. You're my only wife Isma Ramadhani." Prince said with still tightly hugging Isma's body.

"Long, I don't believe. . . Mama and Papa couldn't possibly give such a false statement in front of the media." She said while trying to escape from her husband's embrace.

"Detach. . . Untie me. I hate. . . I hate being lied to. Release. . ." Hysterical shouting.

Without realizing it, one of the needles in his hijab scratched Prince's neck. Actually, from the beginning of hugging Isma, Prince had felt a pain in his neck.

But, he did not want to take off that hug. He wanted to stay close to his wife even if it was his wife to him. Because this problem is just a misunderstanding.

"You promised to hold my hand no matter what. Keep that promise Isma."

"I don't know. . . I don't know who I should trust. I don't know what happened three years ago. And I can't shake my belief in what Mama and Papa said in front of the media. They smile happily, they are happy and they reveal to themselves the truth of your marriage. . ." He still has a crying condition.

Prince shakes. Loosened the hug, because the pain in his neck was increasingly agonizing.

"Not true dear. . . Believe this. I never lied to you, baby." Speak more gently while holding the pain.

"If it's not true. Mama and Papa shouldn't have said that in front of the media. At least, even if they don't argue, they should be quiet. They know more about our marriage..."

"They deliberately want to separate us. They want me to go back to them." Shouted Prince no less loudly than the cry of Isma.

Hearing that for a moment Isma fell silent. Her tears kept flowing. Her mind was trying to digest what her husband said.

Will Isma believe in her husband. . .??

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