Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Go to Korea

In the morning, Isma prepared. Prince was talking to someone over the phone.

Isma's vegetables can hear her husband's conversation that seems like a man's interlocutor.

I want all of Amanda's fake news cleared of all the media.

📱It's easy. But, what about Om and Aunt's confession?

📱Do the same.

📱Will cause conflict. More than a big company leader.

📱It was just good. As the leader he must dare to be responsible for all the chaos that has been spread.

📱They're loe's parents, bro.

📱Yes, I know.

📱What if I try to persuade them, that they correct their statement. We divert them to mean that marriage is loe's marriage with Isma.

📱No. There is no need to do anything to defend them. I just want all those lies to be gone. And, please send me all the photos I sent them to all the media.

📱OK. Hope you and Isma will be happy forever.

📱Thanks. . .

The conversation ended, Prince turned his body around. He saw Isma standing behind him with a strange look at him.

"Darling, are you ready?" Prince approached.

"Should Mama and Papa be the talk of the Society?"

Getting the question, Prince let out a deep breath. Isma's body to sit on the sofa.

"Same Papa's gonna be fine, baby." Prince.

Isma's body was diverted to sit on her lap.

"Most importantly now, I want to stop crying, stop thinking about other people. Our happiness is important too." Connect Prince while pinching Isma's cheek.

Isma spread her head over Prince's shoulder by wrapping her hand around Prince's neck.

"I'm sorry, because it's too soon to conclude something without accepting an explanation from Mas." Sorry say.

"No dear. All that is natural, because dear love Mas very much and fear of losing Mas, Kan?" he put his nose together with Isma's nose.

Isma smiled. He held a hug around her husband's neck.

"May I call Umi before we fly to Korea?" Ask Isma.

Prince nodded. He gave his iphonen to Isma. And still in the lap of her husband, Isma contacted Umi.

📱Assalamu'alaikum, Umi.

📱Waalaikumsalam, deck. It's teteh.

📱Tea? Where's umi, tea?

📱Umi to the neighbor's house, some are grateful.

Kilah Fitri's. He answered Isma's call by staying away from Umi and Arya.

📱Umi never stayed home. Yes already, if that's just Teteh who told Umi. Tell both Umi and Abi, Adek wants to go to Korea with Mas Prince. Maybe for two weeks or a month.

📱Iya, deck. Teteh will convey. Adek take care of yourself. Always well. Be the same wife as husband.

Fitri smiled with relief. He was happy to hear that Isma and Prince's relationship was fine.

📱God Teteh Insya.

Call ended. Fitri returned to the room where Abi was being treated. Abi was still lying weak. Umi continued to read Yasin beside Abi.

While Mas Arya fell asleep on the sofa. She's exhausted. Arsyid also fell asleep in Aryan's lap.

Fitri secretly put Umi's phone back in her bag. Not to forget Fitri also deleted the call history.

Not to lie or hide anything. It's just that Fitri doesn't want anyone to separate Isma and Prince.

Since his arrival, Umi has never asked about Isma. And so is Mas Arya. They did not ask or contact Isma. All they did was take care of Abi, pray for Abi and wait for Abi who was not yet awake.

And Isma, just believe what Fitri said. The worry is gone. She smiled and nodded back in her husband's lap.

"Mmr. . . Could be, could not. But, for sure, I will always be together, baby. Even if I work, baby has to come." Rigorously.

"Who is my husband." Answer Isma spirit.

Then she kissed her husband's forehead, nose, cheeks and lastly landed on the lips.

"Unfortunately I'm being naughty now." Goda Prince's.

"Belvin. It's halal." Her speech.

Prince smiled happily. She carried Isma's body to the bed.

"Mas, we have to get to the airport. The flight is soon. . ." Proters Isma when Prince felt began to spoil her.

"We're delaying the flight in an hour. I want to love you now." His whisper was in the ear of Isma who was now below him.

"Wouldn't. Later aja nyampe Korea. . ." Said Isma by pushing the Prince's body.

Isma got away. Soon she's getting her hijab back. Not forgetting Isma this time wearing her veil.

And Prince was still on his stomach and disappointed in the bed. Even so, he was also relieved that they could still feel happiness again and hopefully forever.

"Mas, ayok. I'm ready for this." Call him who has stepped towards the door.

"Darling, wearing a veil?" The prince followed behind Isma.

"Yes, Mas. From now on I'm gonna wear a veil." Rigorously.

Prince gave his lips sadly. Isma from behind.

"If I want to kiss my dear lips on the plane, how?" Spoiled whine.

"That's why I'm gonna wear a veil every time we get out of the house. So that my beloved Mas wouldn't kiss my lips in front of so many people." Clearly Isma was walking in a hurry, because Prince was hanging on his back.

"Yeahhhh. . . Dear not fun ahh. . . You know, we don't have to go out of the house forever, so that Mas can always kiss his darling. . ."

"Mas, Mas. . . We need to get to the airport quickly." Removing Prince's hand from his waist.

Prince grabbed Isma's hand to hold it. They held hands from the time they left the room to the lobby.

All employees salute their bosses. After that they whispered praising the new couple's affection and some whispered about the gossip Amanda spread.

"Mas, I'm ashamed. . ." Isma's whisper wrapped her hand in Prince's.

"Why should you be ashamed. Saying Prince Wijaya Pratama's rightful wife. Honey is also the girlfriend of the thing." Embracing Isma's body.

The intimacy of the two made some employees hysterical. Although there are also those who stare do not like the intimacy displayed by the couple.

"They must think I'm a mistress, Mas." Said slowly.

"Let's teach them to think so." Answer Prince flat.

"How natural is it?" Isma's protest doesn't like it.

"Because we're married not to anyone and haven't had a reception, dear. . . So it's natural they think love like that. Especially because of the news." Obviously Prince.

Isma smiled. Then she ventured to lay her head on her husband's chest.

"Mas don't let go of my hand, even if I ask for it." Isma.

"Honey too, don't ever intend to disappear from sight, Mas. Understand!" Pinched Isma's nose covered in her veil.

"Cityhhh. . . Sick tau." His protest.

"Your face will not hinder my desire to kiss you." Whisper Prince.

Then suddenly he put his lips right on Isma's lips despite being blocked by her veil.

Prince did that outside the hotel building before entering the car.

Isma turned her head in shock, immediately she stepped on the feet of Prince who was wearing shoes. Although the idle still hurts, because Isma's shoes have sharp heels.

"May. . ." Shouted Prince in shock.

And Isma had run into the car, leaving Prince still screaming in pain.

Connect. . .