Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Cooped

"Darling, aren't you ready yet? Flight's at nine, loh." The Prince who just finished his shower.

While Isma lay lazy still using mukena.

"Catalin only. I don't want to go home." Lazy leg.

Prince sighed for a moment without paying any heed to Isma's reply. He started wearing the clothes that Isma had prepared since last night.

"Mass. . . Adek fear. . ." Whimpering.

"Fear why? On plane?" Prince tampa asked.

"No. But. . . The dream feels real."

Finished wearing his pants, Prince put on his blue shirt. Still not on the button, so it shows his torn bread that only belongs to Isma one.

Prince stepped over to Isma who was rolling on the floor with a prayer mat. He's sitting there. The body fell until Isma sat in the lap of her husband.

"The dream is just a sleeping flower baby. After all, it is not the wise who always say, that we should only believe in God and be sure of the best provisions that have been prepared for his patient and confident servant." Prince.

"Yes, I know. But. . . Umi once said, if we take it in the middle of the night sometimes dreams are real. And I'm afraid it's real. . ."

"But, don't you think sometimes dreams are the opposite of what they actually are. Baby, don't be afraid."

"Mhinsk.zz. . ." Whine Isma while changing her sitting position.

Isma is now seated facing Prince. She sat on her husband's lap. She looked him in the eye of the gentleman, and then she leaned her head on her husband's shoulder. Her hands tightly hugged her husband's back.

"But that's because I don't know what a big dream is." Curiously annoyed.

A smile bloomed on Prince's lips. He liked it most when he heard Isma cursing while spoiled like that. And Prince tightened his embrace on Isma.

"Yes, what kind of dream story, Mas will listen." Persuaded it.

For a while Isma secured her sitting position, but without taking off her embrace and still buried her face in her husband's shoulder.

"Dream, we're playing in a very wide yard. The courtyard houses trees and there is also a very beautiful flower garden. . . He played swing in the park. Mas's pulling the swing rope adek." His speech.

"That's a beautiful dream, baby." Sela Prince's.

Isma nodded at her husband's words.

"Shear first. Don't cut it." His protest.

"OKs. I will listen." Resolute Prince spirit.

"When we were playing, suddenly Abi called adek. Abi asks Adek to come to him. Abi was inside the Castle. I don't know why there was a castle there all of a sudden. Day. . . Adek goes into the castle to find Abi. But. . . When I entered, the castle door was closed. And adek's locked up." His speech.

Prince listened well and now his eyes started to glaze over. Why is Isma's dream about Castle?

'Is this what the fortune teller meant.' His inner.

"Then what happens next?" Ask Prince who is getting curious.

"The adek is rising higher and higher. And he arrived at the top floor of the castle. Abi smiled at seeing Adek. And Abi shut that door. She was locked in a beautiful room. Everything's beautiful. Whatever you need is there. But. . . no Mas, there." Sadness conjured.

Slowly Isma moved her head. Then she looked up to see her husband's face.

"Then, did it turn out that there was a princess who was locked up in the holy castle?"

Prince asked only to reduce the feeling of worry that started raging in his heart.

"Guard stared out the window. What is seen is only a vast expanse of very green forest. And Adek couldn't find Mas…"

Isma's eyes were already watery she tightened her arms as if afraid of losing her husband right then and there.

"It felt like for days adek was confined there... No.. adek do not feel cooped up adek free to do whatever adek like, just..... adek can not find Mas." Saddened.

Her embrace tightened upon her husband and was reciprocated by the Prince by giving her a sweet kiss.

"Adek misses Mas very much. And then. adek cried so badly. But. . . Abi instead asked adek to shut up and forget about Mas. Hhweuyee. . ." Cry broke.

And Prince was crying too. He remembered the prophecy Hendra had said.

"Mas, if later Abi asks Mas to go. . . Promise me, I'll be back. Back to pick up adek. Either way, I have to pick you up." He said in tears.

"Mas will not leave a scene. He will continue to fight so that we can always be together until God separates us briefly in the world to go to our meeting in the hereafter." Persuade Prince.

Prince's words sounded sweet and calmed Isma's heart niche. But, as an ordinary woman, she still felt very scared and worried about her dream.

"So how? Should we cancel the flight?" Prince said, when he felt his wife was calmer.

Isma thought, for a moment she took off her embrace. Then hugging again grew tighter.

"We're home. . . But briefly. After that we go straight back to Korea again." The answer.

Prince agreed. Let go of that hug. Then Prince stood up and raised his wife's body. The body was headed to the bathroom.

"Now, baby take a shower first."

Isma lowered her legs. And now it's in front of the bathroom door.

"What's wrong with you?" He said by playing his cloth round and round.

Prince shakes. This is how, when spoiled his wife relapsed. Mukena just took it off herself.

"Here help open."

Isma smiled happily. He stood still and let Prince remove his face from his body.

"Ok done. Now, princess please take a bath."

Prince smothered both of Isma's cheeks to make his lips manyun. Then Prince put his lips on Isma's lips repeatedly up to seven times.

"It has. Now, take a shower." Opening the bathroom door.

Isma smiled happily. She felt very happy because she was always spoiled by her husband.

"May it always be like this." Said Isma while she was in the bathroom.

Connect. . .