Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Protective

Today is exactly three weeks Isma is in Korea. And during that time he never contacted Umi or Teh Fitri. There was no other reason why he did not give any news, other than just because he was not allowed by the Prince to do that.

Not without reason Prince forbid Isma to communicate with family in Indonesia. Prince was worried that something bad would happen when Isma started using Mobile.

"Dear angry, huh?"

Prince asked when he saw Isma's sad face that was reluctant to look at him.

Isma shook her head without turning her head and she continued her duties of putting a tie around her neck.

"Mas knows dear kangen Umi same Abi. I also know you miss Arsyid. Because I miss them too, dear."

Prince cupped his two hands on Isma's cheeks that were getting bigger and better.

"I'm sorry, honey. I still can't allow HP. Mas was very worried. We know many people want to separate us. And I don't want that until it happens."

Prince said while giving a warm hug to Isma before leaving for work.

"I'm afraid something happened to Abi and Umi, Mas. It's just that I don't feel good." Reveal Isma in her husband's arms.

"Two days we'll go home, I promise." His words persuaded the grieving Isma.

"Correct? It's the promise." Spoiled whine.

"Yes my Princess."

Prince took off his embrace. Then he gave a kiss to Isma.

"Mas go to work first. Honey don't forget to eat, and don't open the door for anyone but people you already know." His message.

Yes, Prince became more protective of Isma for the good of her woman as well as herself.

Prince doesn't want to see anything terrible happen again. He wanted to at least as long as they were in Korea, they could spend time together with full of happiness.

And all of that is happy. When Prince woke up staring at the face of his girlfriend Halal, then they would pray the morning together, cook breakfast together and watch TV together while spoiled each other.

Such simple happiness is what they always do while in Korea.

But, these few days, Prince was forced to leave Isma alone in his apartment. Prince started to work, because there was some chaos going on. Prince has to stop his honeymoon.

And Isma, alone at home, spends her days learning to cook some Korean food. And sometimes Isma sews baby clothes she learns from one of the variety shows on Korean TV.

Yes, because I'm in Korea. All TV shows are also Korean. But calm down, there is a subtitle. It made it easier for Isma to understand their language.

The day was getting late, Isma who was not praying, spent her time working on the stitching of her baby clothes.

There were already three clothes that were finished at the seams. A pair of socks and now Isma sews baby hanbok which is a traditional Korean outfit.

"It turns out it's harder than I imagined sewing a baby hanbok." He said while blasting his lips.

"Malayshaaahhhh. . ."

Isma vaporized. His eyes felt very sleepy. But before going to bed he glanced at the clock in the upper left corner of the TV, which was already showing at 16:02 p.m.

"Just get home soon." His words were back to evaporate.

And Isma again continued to sew, although her eyes were already very heavy to open. Isma lay on the sofa in front of the TV.

Leaving Isma asleep in her sleep. In the office, Prince had just finished his work.

"Prince. . . Are you okay?" Hendra asked who suddenly entered the Prince's room.

Hendra approached the Prince who was sitting quietly in his chair.

"No." Prince replied briefly.

"News. I want to hear your story." Advice Hendra.

Although very rarely meet Prince, Hendra is still a friend who is always the first person to hear the story of Prince's grief.

"Why, lately, I feel that someone is deliberately watching my movements as Isma." His speech.

"Are you sure?" Ask Hendra curious.

Prince was sure.

"Gue was worried something happened to Isma when I wasn't around her bro."

"Never stay in him. Take him wherever you go. Easy, right." Hendra.

"I want that. And I think Korea is still safe for our relationship, but. . ."

"Yaudah, netting in Korea." Reciprocity.

"Isma wants to go back to Jakarta, Bro. Every day his face was sad. I'm where you are." His speech.

Hendra sighed, then he sat comfortably in the front seat of Prince's desk.

"Sophisticated technology bro. When she feels homesick, you just have to ask her video call with her family. I'm sure he'll smile again." Advice Hendra.

"Gue forbid he contact his family bro. I also don't know if he's using HP."

"What's? Bro Loe, how come it's overprotective? Yes natural Isma sad mulu."

"Gue has a reason, Bro." Firm Prince.

"What's loe's excuse?" Ask Hendra cynically.

While Prince was silent, he got up from his chair, then stepped towards the glass wall of his room. His eyes were looking far ahead.

"Gue was afraid that Amanda, Mama and Papa were tracking Isma's phone. They always do crazy things to make Isma go away from me." His speech.

"Loe shadowin. I just got married to Isma, Amanda and Mama have spread the news of lies in the mass media spread throughout Indonesia. And you know what happened to Isma. . ." Reciprocity.

Hendra remained silent. Yeah, he knows about the lie. Hendra also silenced all media to stop the fake news.

"Bro, actually, before I left for Korea. I received a message from Fitri's tea sister-in-law Isma. He said, I should take Isma away from her family. He also said, so that I as much as possible keep Isma away from HP. Don't let him call his parents…"

"Why? What's the reason he asked Loe to do all that. Which would obviously make Isma tormented for missing her family?" Hendra asked confusedly.

"Gue doesn't know either. And I'm still curious about his last message asking me not to bring Isma back to Jakarta." Connect Prince.

Hendra was silent again. He also became curious about it.

"Let me find out about that problem. And I asked you to hold down first to go back to Jakarta."

"Loe how many days?" Ask Prince.

"Mmmm. . . Three days to."

"Can't bro. I promise Isma, we'll be home in two days."

Hendra was silent. He tried to think of something.

"OKs. Two days. I try. Although it's a bit difficult, because your wife's family is foreign to me. So the success rate is slim." His speech.

Prince nodded. He agreed with Hendra's idea of finding out the implied meaning of Fitri's tea message.

Skiingp. . .

Prince has arrived at the apartment. The clock has shown at 17:35 pm. Azan magrib will soon reverberate.

Once inside the apartment, Prince finds Isma fast asleep on the sofa. While his hand still holds sewing equipment.

"Honey. . . Habits while living alone. Must be sleeping on the couch." The Celoteh Prince while separating the sewing kit from Isma's hand.

In his arms Isma's body headed for the room. And the one carried only groaned lazily while tightening his grip on the Prince's shoulders. Her face was buried in her husband's chest.

As soon as he arrived at the room, slowly the Prince laid down the body. Then don't forget to give him a kiss on the forehead.

"Honey. . . Wakes up. Take a shower first. It's not good to sleep in the afternoon." Call Prince softly while stroking Isma's cheek gently.

Slowly Isma began to blink her eyes. As soon as his consciousness gathered a little. Her eyes began to stare clearly at her husband's face. His lips also gave a happy smile.

"Mas is home. . ." Ask with a typical sound of people waking up.

Prince nodded with a smile.

"Mas, Adek misses the Mas." Said Isma spoiled while hugging Prince's arm that was stroking his cheek.

Prince remained silent. His heart dag dig dug heard Isma calling herself adek with her powerful voice.

"Why did he come home late. I've been waiting to know." Isma continued to be more spoiled and adorable.

"Dear you want to call adek?" Ask Prince who is now lying next to Isma.

Isma nodded, laughing softly with an adorable expression.

Sontak Prince changed the position of his bed that was next to Isma, now above Isma.

"Oh, I'm heavy tau..." His whine when he felt his body overlapping.

"Darling who started first. . ." Prince's whisper was about to kiss Isma's lips.

But, quickly Isma brushed it off by kicking the bottom of Prince using the knee of his foot.

"Aahh, saa. . . yyaang.." The moor felt sick.

"The adek is udzur, Mas." Clearly Isma who was sitting with a smile looked at the Prince in pain.

"Darling to learn how to kick a husband like this?" Ask Prince who feels a little better.

"Don't learn from anyone. It's an automatic way to protect yourself in a precarious situation." Her speech.

Then Isma took her towel and Prince's towel. He stepped into the bathroom.

"Will you shower yourself or take a bath?"

Isma asked while winking her eyes teasing Prince who felt disappointed because of his expectations that must be held back first, because Isma was the arrival of monthly guests.

"Nr. . . But baby don't be naughty anymore. Sick tau." He steps in while stepping into the bathroom.

Isma just smiled amusedly mehana laughs. I don't know why judging her husband has been so much fun lately.

"Mas don't. . . Forgiver. Iiihhhh cheating tau." Shouted Isma from inside the bathroom.

"Dear to start first. So accept this punishment. . ." Prince said with a voice teasing him.

"Mahhhaaaa. . . Iiiihhh amused, Mas. No. . . Haha. . .Stop." Isma's laughter echoed through the bathroom.

I don't know what they're doing. And I don't know what punishment Prince gave his beloved. It is not a painful punishment. Because it's impossible for Prince to hurt his woman even if it's just a fingernail.

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