Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Fear of losing

Arya and Umi's fears are coming true. Abi again became trapped in her trauma. His hatred is even greater in non-Muslims, because they have not been able to find Isma.

"If you don't want to find your brother in Korea. Abi will find her." Firm Abi.

"So we have to be patient, didn't Prince say they were in Korea for a month.." Arya explained.

"You want to wait until Prince kills your sister?" Shouted Abi not accept.

"There's no way Prince did that Abi. Prince loves Isma very much." Sahut Umi who has been sitting quietly holding a photo of Isma.

"Then why until now we can not contact Isma? Why can't Prince be called?" Abi said.

Abi's words made Umi worried. He held Isma's photo tightly. Her tears started to drip.

Arya was silent. He doesn't know what to do. In her heart, Arya is so angry at Pince for disappearing after the news of her marriage to Amanda is spread.

"Find that woman named Amanda. He must know where Prince is." Abi's Advice.

Arya turned to look at Umi who was crying, then Arya looked at Fitri who had been silent since.

Yes Fitri is always silent when discussing Prince and Isma.And it makes Arya suspicious. It's just that all this time he wanted Fitri to talk directly to him without him asking.

However, this time Fitri has been silent for too long. Arya finally decided to ask that.

"Dear, we have to talk." Aryan.

He immediately pulled Fitri away from Abi and Umi.

"You know, there's something you're hiding in this submersible, right?" Ask Arya.

Fitri was silent, he didn't know what to say. Eventually Fitri slammed into her husband's arms. Crying broke.

"Dear, what's wrong with you? what happened, tell me?"

Arya returned the hug, not forgetting to give a pat on his wife's back.

"Don't separate Isma from Prince." Her speech.

Hearing that, Arya let go of the hug.

"Darling to know where they are?"

Fitri nodded.

"They're fine, Mom. Isma is happy with Prince." He nodded with still sobbing.

"Where are they? Where Prince hid Isma." Bentak Aryan's.

Fitri surprised. She did not expect to be snapped by her husband.

"Mr. . .Maass…"

Fitri was trembling in fear. Probably because this was the first time she was snatched by her husband.

"Answer. Where's Prince now." Arya again.

Fitri's crying. His body was weakly sitting on the floor. Arya is now emotionally disturbed. Her eyes turned red, and Fitri knew her husband's trauma was back.

"Where are they. . . " Say Arya was flat, staring at Fitri with an intimidating look.

"Co... Kore. aa." Reply staggered.

Arya immediately ran away to leave Fitri who was still crying in fear.

"Mas." He screamed while crying.

Hearing Fitri's cry, Umi immediately approached her. While Abi was still silent holding his anger in its original place. And Arya, she has already rushed away from home.

I don't know where Arya's headed. He wants to find Isma soon.

In Korea.

Isma and Prince were joking with laughter in the middle of their apartment.

"The first stir that tickled Mas." Prince said while trying to catch Isma who ran because she did not want to be tickled by her husband.

"Mahaaaaa. . . Amused, pardon.he, hahahhaaa ticklish Mas. . ." Isma laughed when she finally got a reply from Prince.

"Dadk don't jahilin Mas anymore. No promise?" Firm Prince while pinching softly Isma's cheeks and nose.

"Yes. I promise, Mas."

Prince looked Isma in the eyes, and vice versa. Slowly the Prince brought his face closer to Isma's. And they are dissolved in a warm kiss full of love.

"Honey, we don't have to go home, yeah." Prince said in between their kisses.

"Why Mas? I miss both Umi and Abi." Isma Whine.

"Just call Umi, yeah. If Umi's all right with Abi, we don't have to go home." Advice Prince.

"Many people want to take a pity from Mas, in Jakarta. In Korea we'll be fine, baby." Obviously Prince.

Isma smiled, on her trunk the soft face of her husband. Then Isma kissed her husband on the forehead.

"Mas, nothing can separate us. Only God has the right to separate us. Don't make the fear of Mas make Mas become weak and careless."

"Yes, it's right. But Mas just didn't want to be so adept at suffering from being carried away by emotions as people spread the news of lies again." Prince.

A smile was etched again on Isma's face. Then she gave a soothing warm hug to her husband.

"We leave everything to God, Mas. As long as we trust each other and hold hands. God willing, everything will be fine."

Prince smiled calmly at the calming words from the woman.

"Dear dear. . ., I want it. . . Can you?" Ask Prince suddenly.

That question made Isma blush. She immediately took off her embrace and distanced herself from her husband.

"Yes, if not okay. . ." Prince was disappointed.

She pinched her lips, posed spoiled and made an adorable facial expression.

Isma smiled at the behavior of her husband who whined spoiled.

"When did I ask first. Usually never either." Isma.

He stepped into the refrigerator. Take a cold drink. Because I don't know why his throat feels dry.

"Since today it was. I want it, too, dear. Not because of the force." Her chattering.

Isma's forehead is wrinkled. His eyebrows were almost fused together.

"Since when was Adek forced, Mas. Adek never felt compelled." The objection.

"Jaudah if that's okay. The good part is the deck, if we worship now. Adek just finished his udzur. So, it's fertile time. Who knows God directly nitip dedek for us." He said with a spoiled voice.

Isma smiled. 'His grandson.' His inner.

Then Isma approached Prince. She sat on her husband's lap. Her hands were beautifully wrapped around her husband's shoulders.

"Gendong adek to the room. Now." Now." Isma's whisper sounded seductive in Prince's ears.

"Ready princess." Answer Prince.

He immediately carried Isma towards the room. Then Isma laid her body on the bed. Then, do not forget Prince pecked the top of Isma's head.

They prayed a prayer before worshiping. In order to avoid the intervention of the shaiton and to get the reward and be given the descendants of the sholeh and sholehah.

Leaving Prince and Isma enjoying their worship. In Jakarta, Rina was lying weakly on her bed.

These few days, he had nausea and dizziness. And frequent vomiting. Bimo has brought a doctor to check on his wife.

As a result, Rina was positive about conceiving their baby. And it's entering its third week.

"Dear, thank you." Bimo.

He tightly embraced that weak body. The whole face of Rina was kissed many times by Bimo.

"Is that happy my husband?" Ask Rina.

"Beloved than this, baby." Obviously Bimo while kissing the still flat stomach of Lina.

"Mas, ticklish. . Ahh." Rina protested when she felt a thin mustache Bimo touched the area of her stomach without layering a thread.

Yes Bimo rubbed the clothes on Lina's stomach. He wanted to see and feel his work that had now stopped in Rina's womb.

"May God always protect us. And hopefully, his grandpa is always growing fast and healthy in here." He said, by re-smelling Rina's stomach.

Lina smiled with relief. How happy, because finally entrusted to trust by God.

Rina's hand gently stroked Bimo's head which was still at home sniffing on her stomach.

"Later on, don't make Mama crave weird ya baby." Started a dialogue with his grandfather.

"So much with Dedek dong, Papa." Lewab Rina imitates the voice of a child.

"Can't dong, deck. Later if Papa can not fulfill his cravings Mama how?"

"Yes, sad grandpa." Rina Sahut.

"alright. Papa will try to fulfill all your cravings. For the sake of Dedek and Mama very dear Papa." Kissing again Lina's stomach.

Actually, Lina felt very amused when Bimo kissed her stomach. He wanted to protest and stop Bimo from kissing his stomach. But all of that is in his possession. He did not want the sadness engraved on his beloved husband's face.

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