Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Ring

After lunch, Prince did not bring Isma back to the office. He took Isma to the Mall.

"C.this....why do we stop here?" Isma asked puzzledly, as the car stopped right in front of the Mall.

"Buy birthday presents for Amanda." The answer was empty as usual.

"Mhh.." Isma sighed. 'Amanda oh Amanda, my world feels claustrophobic because of you.' The curse in the heart.

Every important event related to Amanda, Prince always asked Isma for help to buy gifts. As a result, all Isma's work was delayed, as a result Isma would stay up all night to do his work.

"What gift this time, boss?" Trailing behind the tall man who walked at a fast pace without a care the Isma walked like running.

Truth be told Isma has trouble walking because she wears shoes with pretty high hils. Plus her long skirt that sometimes stepped on the heels of her shoes.

'For once, so the Secretary is very.' He was in his heart, as he continued to follow the Prince.

"Ring. You like rings?" Prince said when he saw the Jewelry store.

"Boss has been giving rings a lot, right? So, my advice this time is better necklace or…"

Bugg...

Isma hit Prince's back, because Prince stopped suddenly.

"Auww, boss, stop not saying." Isma's protest was upset.

Prince turned his head, saw Isma stroking his forehead which felt a stumbling pain right on the Prince's spine.

"Are you ok?"

Hearing that question, Isma grew more and more emotional. He stared intently at her with a look of regret that made Prince smile.

'Even smile. Sick tau. Humans have no feelings. Not that apologizing even smiled.' Maki Isma in heart.

"Not to be lebay. Someone else hits a wall, you hit my soft back in pain like that."

Isma is getting upset. His entire limbs even seemed to be ordered to punch the mouth of that arrogant, haughty, heartless man.

Isma pointed at herself, trying to convince her that she had not heard wrong.

"Yes, Isma Ramadhani." He said while slowly hitting the top of Isma's head using his HP.

Immediately Isma stroked the top of the head that was hit by that hit, although not sick still it made him upset.

"I don't intend to buy a ring." He said as he blurted his lips for a while, then lowered his gaze.

Without permission, Prince pulled the tip of Isma's hijab that dangled long at the back. Inevitably Isma was interested and followed Prince.

"Remove," protested Isma by pulling the tip of her hijab from Prince's fingertip grip.

Prince only smiled, then resumed his steps followed by Isma with his thunder steps. Isma was already very tired, her mind drifting imagining the work piling up and having to be ready tomorrow at 9:00 am.

"You why? How did you suddenly become so lethargic?" Realizing Isma is getting lethargic.

"My work is still a lot, boss. Tomorrow morning is ready. I'm tired of having to stay up all night." He spoke in a slow and lethargic tone. Isma was no longer angry as usual. Looks like he's really tired.

Prince stopped his steps right in front of the jewelry store. He slowly turned to Isma who was standing down.

"Tomorrow you can take a vacation."

"Huh? a vacation?" Isma repeated while looking at Prince.

Prince nodded with a smile. A gentle smile that soothed the smileer's heart. Isma also smiled, the irritated and lethargic face was now turned into cheerful again.

"Is there anything you can help sir?" Greet the jewelry shopkeeper.

"Mmhh, may I recommend the ring?"

"By Master." Take out three white gold rings with different gems and motifs. "It's a very popular ring model these days, sir. This ring is worn by top artists, as well as for weddings, and applications.." It is clear at length.

Seriate...