Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Hugged Me

Abi was lying in the hospital with an infusion hose attached to his wrist. Umi only needs breathing assistance.

Just before losing consciousness, Umi recalled calling an ambulance. And yes, they were found by nurses when the condition was unconscious.

Meanwhile, Arya is on her way to Bandung. When he saw the news on television about the old priest who turned out to be Prince's grandfather, Arya immediately left for Bandung.

"Mas sure. Grandpa Prince causes Trauma, Abi and Umi?" Tanya Fitri still could not believe it.

"I won't forget. I have recovered from that horrible trauma. But, I won't forget his name and face." Obviously Arya was full of confidence.

Fitri. His mind wandered around wondering what happened to Isma and Prince. Just now they want to be happy, now they have to be disturbed again.

'May all the news be lies. And I believe in Prince.' His inner.

"Darling, as a psychologist, what do you think of Prince's parents' confessions?" Ask Arya.

"I think they're lying, Mom."

"What makes a baby feel like they're lying?"

"How to talk to them. Their confession. . . as if contrived..." Fitri said trying to recall the speech and way of speaking the two Prince's parents.

Back to the hospital.

Umi's condition has started to improve. Umi even woke up and had removed her breathing apparatus. While Abi, still not humanized.

"Doctor, how's my husband doing?" Umi asked weakly while still lying looking at Abi.

"His heart rate is still irregular. Sometimes they are weak, sometimes they are very fast. This made his blood flow unstable. Hopefully, mom's husband will be fine." Obviously the Doctor.

Umi rubbed her chest slowly. Trying to calm his heart. Umi has as many privileges as possible.

'O Allah, protect my daughter. Strengthen him, take care of him always. Aamiin.' Inner Umi prays for salvation for Isma who still has no news.

And here is Isma. Still crying in her husband's arms. Prince also cried by continuing to explain and trying to make Isma believe him.

"They want to separate us, baby. . . Believe this. I love you very much, dear. . . And we should always hold each other's hands tightly and trust each other. . ."

Isma's heart began to melt. He recalls the threat Amanda once posed to him. Isma also recalled Mama's threats to her that said it would ensure Amanda and Prince would reunite.

Isma istighfar in her heart. 'Why did I forget that. Why did I forget their threats. O God, how weak I am, who so quickly deduced something that there is no truth.' Sorry in the heart.

Slowly her hand that was used to hit her husband, now turned circular in Prince's body.

Feeling his wife's hand was tightly coiled in her body. Prince again tightened his embrace.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry. . ." Said Isma sobbing while burrowing her face in Prince's chest.

Warmer tears trickled down Prince's cheeks through Isma's head. These are the tears of sincerity, the warmth of his love for his woman.

"Don't apologize, honey. Just hug me, don't hate me, don't ask me to stay away from you." Prince.

Isma raised her head. And his eyes were puffed up when he saw the blood on Prince's neck.

"Mas, Mas's neck is bleeding. . ." Hysterical shouting.

Next to his hand swept a soft sweep of blood around the Prince's neck, then Isma quickly rose up. He was planning on finding something that could stop his blood.

But, the steps stopped. Prince pulled back Isma's body in his lap.

"Mas, I want to find a cure. . ." Protest worried.

"The medicine is here. . ." Prince touched Isma's lips.

Isma was puzzled, she did not understand Prince's intention of saying the medicine by touching her lips.

"Will my dear heal him with lips, dear." Prince said in a voice that somehow made Isma goosebumps.

Isma stared at the wound on her husband's neck. Though hesitant, Isma finally brought her lips closer to that bloody neck. Isma was at a loss for what to do. Until finally, he stuck out his tongue and swept away the blood that was on Prince's neck.

Prince smiled happily. The pain in his neck is now completely healed. Isma's tongue sweep replaced the pain into a sense of pleasure that eventually spread throughout his body.

The Prince quickly carried Isma's body towards the bed. There was no protest from Isma. She just tightened her hand circles around her husband's neck.

As soon as he arrived in bed, Prince laid Isma's body down and she lay down on it. Then, Prince landed a kiss on Isma's lips. Her kiss was very gentle yet full of love, longing and fear.

Yes, Prince is very afraid of losing Isma. He did not want something like that to happen again.

Prince deepens his kiss, unaware Isma is gasping for oxygen. Prince's mind had wandered to imagine the happy faces of Amanda, Mama and Papa who might currently feel victorious.

"Abuehhh. . ." Isma picked up while hitting Dada Prince, because she was completely overwhelmed with her husband's kiss that was no longer as gentle as before.

Realizing that, Prince Segela stopped his kiss. He stared at the face of Isma who was now flushed with that irregular breath.

"I'm sorry, dear. . . I'm too cowardly and too afraid to lose my dear." He said as he stroked Isma's face.

Isma was crying, her crying broke. She was crying so much. Prince's confused. He quickly descended from Isma. He sat the body of Isma. He took Isma to lean on his chest.

And Isma was still crying. He just cried, didn't hit or fight like that.

"Darling why? I hurt you, I'm sorry. . ." Prince was worried.

Instead of being silent, Isma was crying out loud. I don't know what made her cry that hard.

'Is he afraid because I kissed him sebr**al that?' Inner Prince.

Gently touched Isma's lips. He took Isma's back.

"I'm sorry, Mom. It's too emotional. . ." Prince spoke softly by peeping the top of Isma's head.

"Easy mom. It was so scary. . ." His whining and crying began to subside.

"Is kissing your darling too rude?" Ask Prince curiously.

Isma shakes. Then turned his face and buried in Prince's chest.

"Then what?" Gives a warm indentation by stroking Isma's hair.

"Iuitt. .ii.. that's it, Mas.." He said hesitantly and embarrassedly.

"That's what?" Ask Prince again.

"I felt it and it was scary." He spoke quickly without pause by tightening his embrace on Prince's chest.

For a moment Prince fell silent, trying to interpret the meaning of Isma's words. After understanding that, Prince smiled amusedly and finally laughed shyly and anxiously.

"Don't laugh. . ." Isma protest shame.

His face was very red. He was really embarrassed, and also scared when he felt that.

"Yesterday night baby is not afraid. Now why are you afraid?" Prince asked still holding back his laughter.

"Yes. . . That night, I didn't feel that way. . ." Spoiled answer.

"Alright, Mas'm sorry because he woke up and surprised dear. Until I'm scared like that." Persuade Prince by re-stroking Isma's hair.

"After this, dear will often feel it and wake it up." Prince's whisper seduces Isma.

Isma just kept quiet, holding back her embarrassment.

"We pray Isa first yok, baby." Bring Prince.

Isma nodded. Then they went ablution and performed congregational prayers.

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