Prince Cinta Beda Religious

CASTLE

In Korea.

Now at 20:00, Isma is busy packing things into a suitcase. How happy and impatient he wanted to fly to Indonesia.

Isma was preparing alone in the apartment. While Prince, he's at a cafe with Hendra. They look relaxed chatting together while brewing Americano ice.

"Can't it be delayed again?" Ask Hendra who is starting to feel sad.

"Can't, bro. Isma was very impatient to go home. I just left him packing stuff alone." Prince.

"We've only just met, now we're leaving again." Whine Hendra sok spoiled.

If people look at them, they can misunderstand their relationship. Because Hendra whined spoiled while hitting the back of Prince's hand slowly.

"Lebay, start again. . ." Rutuk Prince's.

Hendra only responded with a smile, then he took out a large brown envelope. She handed the envelope to Prince.

"What's this?" Prince asked, who grabbed the envelope.

"Wait, before you open. I want to tell you about something first." Hold Hendra.

"What story?"

"Loe wants to hear it?"

"Yes want. The story. . ." Prince can't wait to hear Hendra's story.

He briefly caught his breath.

"Gue had an acquaintance of a fortune teller. I went there a few times and he told me. What is predicted is always true. I can't believe it completely, it's just, yeah. . . The results of his branch are many right." Hendra.

"Take the point." Prince's protest was impatient to hear Hendra's story.

"Ok. . . So, I came to her place. Keep telling me your profile with Isma. I asked for your fortune. And the results of his laughter gave me goosebumps. . ." Hendra returned to telling stories.

"Cleaning? What's the outcome like?" Prince asked impatiently.

"Cantal. . . He said. . . Isma is like a princess locked up in a holy castle. And loe the Prince who lost his way."

Hendra stopped the story for a moment. He glanced at Prince who was apparently listening with focus.

"So, you managed to find this princess. But, the journey you have to take to get into the holy Castle is not easy. And yes, you managed to have that princess. But, loe will be kicked out of that castle." He said the results of predictions that are not sure what happened.

"How's daughter?" Prince asked impatiently.

"His daughter will remain in that castle. He will always be faithful waiting for the Prince to come again to see him. Day. . . The astrologer also said. There will be many things or people who will try to separate you. But, he said. . .Your destiny with Isma is very strong. Nothing can separate you, only death can separate you."

Prince understood. Sounds reasonable Hendra's story. Because that is what he experienced with Isma.

"Loe has to be strong and trust each other bro. That's the key to keeping you together."

Hendra gave the advice given by Prince.

"Can I open this envelope?" Ask Prince.

"Please, but don't be too surprised by the contents inside."

As soon as Prince opened the envelope, his eyes fumbled. He looked at a shabby newspaper, and there it read, "ONE FAMILY IN BA**R CITIZENS FOR ALLEGEDLY TE***S"

At first, Prince just continued to read and shiver when reading the details of the incident written in the shabby newspaper. Then, his eyes stopped at one point, where his grandfather's name was written.

In the paragraph of the article, his grandfather testified and testified about Abdullah's extended family, which is alleged to be the T*** group, so he invited residents to burn the house down.

Abdullah Ahmad Fakrul's. Grandpa's name is Isma. And he died at the time of the incident. All the families were wiped clean that day.

Prince's breath sounded heavy. His head felt dizzy and his whole body felt weak. Even Prince also felt nauseous, as if everything in his stomach was struggling to get out.

"Prince, Prince. . . Bro. . ." Call Hendra.

He was worried to see the Prince's suddenly pale state and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Bro, you why?" Hendra patted Prince on the back when he saw Prince who seemed to want to vomit.

"We're going home, yok." Take Hendra who is getting worried.

But, Prince tried to hold Hendra who wanted to take him home. Then he tried to calm himself. The remaining coffee.

"It turns out this heavy trauma experienced by Abi, Umi and Mas Arya." Prince said while stammering.

Prince took a deep breath, then exhaled again slowly. He did it many times, in order to get calm.

"Bro, it turns out that Grandfather caused Abi's hatred of non-Muslims..." Prince said with tears beginning to drip.

Hendra was silent, he was sad to see the state of Prince who must know the bitterness.

"I'm sorry, bro. I don't mean to make you sad. . ."

"Thank you, bro. I am grateful to know all this. Yes, although this is painful and makes me afraid of losing Isma. But, at least I'm no longer such a fool who doesn't know anything about Isma's family." His speech.

Hendra smiled in his worry. He tried to calm Prince. And Prince had begun to calm down, although his heart still churned erratically when he remembered Isma.

"How do I tell Isma. Isma still with me. . . I'm scared, bro." Reciprocity.

"Slowly bro. Tell Isma slowly. Choose the right time. Don't be in a hurry." Advice Hendra.

Prince could only smile bitterly at Hendra's suggestion. Because right now Prince felt weak and helpless.

Half an hour later.

After Prince felt calmer, he finally invited Hendra to go home immediately.

Skiing. . .

Upon arriving at the apartment, Prince finds Isma who has just finished packing all of their equipment to go home.

She slid into her husband's arms. His facial expression is very cute like a child who welcomes the arrival of his parents.

"Sorry, I came home late."

Prince stroked Isma's back and gave a kiss on the top of his head.

"Mas, you're hungry." Spoiled whine.

"Well, haven't you eaten yet?" Ask Prince.

He took off the hug, and cupped his hands together on Isma's cheeks.

"Why haven't you eaten yet, baby?" Prince gaam.

"You eat with company, Mas. I don't want to eat alone."

Isma pulled Prince's hand towards the kitchen. He's hanging spoiled in Prince's arm.

"Yes, I'm eating."

Prince sat himself on the dining table, then grabbed Isma to sit on his lap.

Be now Isma sitting spoiled in the lap of her husband while eating bribed.

"Dear like?" Prince asked as he kissed Isma on the cheek.

Isma nodded, she could not answer because her mouth was full of food.

"I love you Isma Ramadhani." Prince suddenly said.

Isma almost choked when she heard it.

"Honey, chew it don't be quick. It's almost choking, recalcitrant. . ." Rutuk Prince while wiping Isma's lips with tissue.

"Udah ah eat it. Adek full."

Isma stood up. He brought his old dinner plate. Then wash.

"Be to the room first yes, deck. I want to change clothes. Prayers to Isa."

"Yes, Mas. Adek still wants to watch." Legally.

Prince nodded with a smile, then he passed towards the room.

In the room, Prince went straight to the bathroom. He vomited a lot. Her tears flowed more and more as hard as the water falling from the shower.

"O Allah, I am afraid. I was very afraid to face Abi. How about they find out. They will surely separate me from Isma." He said in a cry.

Many things came to his mind, and the feeling of fear grew. Prince had even thought of taking Isma away.

"Oh my God, strengthen me. I really leave all this to you." His request in prayer.

Satisfied soaking in the bathroom, Prince ended it with ablution. Then, he performed Isa prayer solemnly and completely full of supplication.

After being immersed in worship. Prince who felt Isma never come to the room, finally followed him out of the room.

He saw Isma was still watching while sewing the baby clothes again. Slowly Prince approached her.

"How many clothes have you finished sewing?" Prince asked who was sitting next to Isma.

"There's four. If this is done, it means five."

"Darling to have five babies, huh?" Ask Prince.

Isma thought for a moment, then suddenly she gave a kiss on her husband's cheek.

"If God allows. Adek wants three daughters and two sons." Pleased futures.

"Aamiinu. May God grant the wingless angels to decorate our lives."

Prince wrapped his hands around Isma's waist. His chin was placed on Isma's shoulders.

"So. . . When do we make it?" Prince's whisper that makes Isma goosebumps.

"Mme...mbuu. .at, what?" Isma Gagu asked and pretended not to understand.

"Make a baby boy and girl. . ." Whisper Prince with a more seductive voice.

Isma scrunched her face. Then covered his face with both hands.

"Tock shy. Don't we do that often. . . Why is it now a shame gini. . ."

He made Isma's body face him. He wore the face and hair of his wife. Then slowly Prince kissed her forehead.

And Isma hugged Prince tightly. He buried his head in Prince's chest.

"Mas, can we just cancel the return?"

Isma's question surprised Prince. He hugged his arms again.

"Why, baby. Isn't it a pity to meet Umi and Abi?" Ask Prince.

Isma was silent for a moment. Then back he tightened his embrace. Until the two are completely out of distance. The atmosphere was already very crowded, but none of the two wanted to take off the hug.

"Yesterday night was a dream, Mas. Her dreams are scary."

"What dream, baby?"

Isma did not answer. He only tightened his arms as if afraid that someone would want to separate them.

'O Allah, do not separate us... Aamiin's." Inner Prince.

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