Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Egotistical

At lunchtime, Rina whines for buying telor crust. He was acting so spoiled today. Even this half-daily, Bimo was always asked to remain in Rina's room.

Luckily, their boss is the husband of their best friend. If not, they will get a reprimand.

"Honey, the crust is usually morning or not afternoon. Where do you want to find out during the day?"

"Don't want to know. Anyway I want to eat egg crust." Whimpering.

Bimo scratched the back of his head which was actually not itchy. It was just an upset-tasting vent.

"Go find. It's not good to delay cravings." The Prince who entered the PA room.

"Boss. Can I help you?" Welcome Rina who is now back in on mode.

While Bimo just stood still slightly lowered his head.

"none. I just want to go home early." He said, patting Bimo's shoulder slowly.

"Congratulations Rin for the presence of her grandfather. May your body always be healthy." Prince said in a relaxed language.

"Thank you, Boss. But. . . Boss knows where I'm pregnant from?" Ask Rina wonder.

Prince just smiled. He was actually just guessing. Because seeing the behavior of Rina is different than usual. Prince also guessed from the look of Rina's face that looked tired, and somewhat pale.

Yes, Prince knows that. Don't forget. He had spent time with pregnant women in the past.

"Bim, go accompany Rina to buy some egg crust. In the Tanah Abang market there is a kok." Advice Prince.

"Faraway Boss. Anyway, I have to get back to work. . ."

Hearing Bimo say the distance, Rina scowled in disappointment. And Prince saw that feeling happy and funny.

'O Allah, I want to accompany Isma when she is pregnant.' His inner.

"Work can continue tomorrow. Spoiling the wife will make all business easier. Believe it." Prince's whisper in Bimo's ear.

Bimo smiled happily. He felt as if he was getting advice from a friend instead of a boss.

"Boss to Bandung today?" Ask Rina.

"Yes. Why Rin"

"Send my regards to Isma. I miss Isma very much."

"God willing. . . Enjoy your day." Her speech.

Then Prince left the couple.

Rina and Bimo also went straight to Tanah Abang market.

Once at the market, Rina did not buy the crust of eggs. He even bought some market snacks.

"Mas I want risol, I want mpek-mpek also." Her babble pointed to the kind of food she wanted.

"Oh, please isolate five, mpek-mpek also five." Bimo said to the seller's mother.

"Yes a lot, Buk." Connect Rina.

Finished buying fried food. Rina invites Bimo to buy ice cream. Then buy gulali, and also buy fried sausage.

"Darling, this is a lot. It'll be redundant if it doesn't run out." Bimo Protest.

"It's over. I'm hungry." Rigorously.

Bimo sighed deeply, then they again walked around the market.

"Mas, I want fried chicken, grilled fish too. Uh, want some grilled shrimp, too. . ." Her request.

Bimo widened his eyes. Then he lowered his head for a moment.

"Yes, let's find a restaurant near here."

"Do not want. . . I want that one. . ." Pointing to the restaurant walled catfish pecel banner.

"There's where there's grilled shrimp."

"So, it's over there. . ." Rina pointed towards the place selling various kinds of side dishes to eat.

With a lazy step, Bimo followed Rina's spirited steps towards the place where fried chicken, grilled fish and grilled meat and other side dishes were neatly lined only covered in clear paper.

"The buk." Sapa Rina's.

"Mbak miang? What side dish are you going to buy?" Ask the mother.

"Fried chicken, grilled fish with grilled shrimp, buk." Sahut Bimo who is now sadang standing beside Rina.

Bimo's hand was already filled with Rina's plastic grocery bag. And Rina still wants to again and again.

Not no can, Bimo happy if his wife banyak eat. But, the problem is that Bimo is afraid that the food purchased will be thrown away. Because she knew, Lina was not very fond of all the food she bought.

"However, Mas. One-one everything?" Ask the mother while putting one fried chicken in a plastic bag that has been coated with used newspapers.

Just now Bimo was about to nod his head and open his mouth to say yes, eh Rina immediately interjected.

"Five, buk." Reply spirit.

"Dear, mostly. Who for? What's the pity of buying it for office people too?" Bimo Protest.

"Mas, I'm hungry. I don't know that... I'm out, calm down." Protest annoyed.

"Five all, means fifteen, mbak?" Mama's birthday made sure.

"Yes buk." Sahut Rina spirit.

And Bimo could only sigh. While Rina was happy because she got everything she wanted.

"It's sorry to follow the Boss' advice to bring Rina here." His voice was barely audible to Rina.

"Dine at the garden gazebo. So it's cold in the mood." Happy lutlls.

"All right, Princess." Answer Bimo lethargic.

"Mas don't like it? If so, go back to the office." Disappointed.

"Honey. . . Not not to like. It's just that I usually prefer to eat in a closed place. I'm just worried."

"Yes iihhh. . . Whatever." His word.

Lina had gotten into the car with that pouting face. Bimo came in. He knew his wife was pregnant. And his behavior will always change.

Meanwhile, Prince had just arrived at his house. He came home just to see Grandpa.

"Darling, Mama's son. OMG, you're home baby!" Greet Mama with joy.

He hugged the son's body tightly with a sense of longing.

Widia's eyes rounded as she felt Prince return her embrace. He thought, Prince has returned to him and left Isma.

"Mama is always healthy dear. . ." Release hug.

The Prince's face was full of love and longing. His tears began to trickle, feeling bad when Prince finally asked his news after three years of hating Prince.

"I'm sorry Prince ya Ma. Prince has been missing Mama." Said Prince gently while wiping away the tears on his Mama's cheeks.

And Widia again clutched Prince's body tightly. She was so happy, finally her son returned to her arms.

"Don't apologize, dear. Mama is sad to hear it." Her speech.

Prince smiled with relief. Yes, all this time he stayed away from his mother for fear of being influenced to return to leave Islam. Because at that time, Prince did not feel firm and strong to hold on to Islam.

But now Prince is convinced and very steady of Islam. And he had also strengthened his heart not to be affected by his old beliefs just yet.

"Grandpa how, Ma?"

Widia breaks away from Prince's embrace.

"Grandfather's condition is getting better. It's just, since being treated at home, Grandpa so rarely talk. He just kept quiet and wouldn't open his eyes." Widia is sad.

Prince just shut up, then he invited his Mama to meet Grandpa. And as soon as it arrived at Grandpa's room. Prince was silent. Eyes glazed. His heart was sick and angry.

Everything seems to revolve in Prince's memory. He looked at his grandfather questioningly.

"Why did Grandpa do that?" Ask Prince lirih.

Now he's sitting on Grandpa's bedside. Mom just watched what her son did.

"Prince loves Isma very much, Cake. Prince couldn't afford to part with her even for a little while." Prince miris.

He pressed his chest that felt very tight due to enduring the resentment, hatred, pain and also affection for the old man who was now lying unconscious.

And Mama, she turned her gaze when she heard Prince say Isma's name. There was hatred rising in him.

"Mama thought you'd let go of that village woman." Sela Mama judes.

Sontak Prince stared at Mama.

"She's not a village girl, Ma. He's Isma Ramadhani, my wife, my world." Firm Prince.

She did not want her mother to look down on her beloved.

"Bagusan also Amanda. . ."

"Amanda is good for Mama. And the best for Prince, just Isma." Confirmed.

"Grandfather, wakeup. Help Prince resolve this dispute. A dispute that would separate Prince from Isma." Prince is sad.

Drriitett. . . Drriitett. . .

Iphonene vibrates. Incoming call from Mas Arya. Prince answered him immediately.

📱"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas. What's up?"

📱"Waalaikumsalam. You where?"

📱"At Mama's house, Mas. Grandpa's look again."

📱"Can meet?"

📱"Can, Mas? When?"

📱"Now. I'll share the location."

📱"Good, Mas."

Call ended. Prince breathed deeply. His shoulders feel heavy now. Her chest is getting tighter. His mind just continued to imagine Isma's spoiled smile.

'Darling, I miss you so much.' His inner.

He stared for a while at his Grandfather's face, slowly Prince gave his Grandpa a kiss.

"Cheal fast, Cake. Help Prince. . . Prince's afraid of the cake." His word.

After that, Prince immediately rushed out of the house. Mom could get in the way. But, Prince assured Mama, that he was only gone for a while. And he'll be right back.

Leaving Prince who was driving his car to meet Arya. In Bandung, Isma was staring at a picture of her husband on her new iphone screen.

"Mas, come quickly. Adek misses Mas very much. Adek want to be hugged Mas, adek Mau sleep in the lap of Mas." Say it in that photo.

"Is that what she misses?" Umi cried as she approached Isma in her room.

"May. . ." Isma smiled shyly at Umi's arrival.

"Here, drink the clock first. So that it is healthy and fertile too." Umi.

"Ready Man. . ."

Unsuspecting Isma immediately took the herbal medicine until it ran out.

"Umi, the clock's up." He was proud to show the empty glass.

"Smart. Adek was always good at taking drugs." Umi Puji.

A moment later, Isma's eyes suddenly felt very heavy. He even started yawning a few times.

"Umi, you're sleepy." He said as he laid his body on his bed.

I was sure Isma had slept well. Umi stroked her face and gave Isma a kiss.

"I'm sorry Umi and Abi, deck. We're doing this for the good of all of us, baby." Umi.

Umi stared at the empty glass in her hand. And the herbal medicine that Isma had been drinking, was mixed with sleeping pills. Umi did that on Abi's orders.

"How's Umi? Isma asleep?" Abi asked who was looking from behind the door of Isma's room that was left open.

"Already Abi. Isma is asleep. . ." Looking at Isma's face.

"Abi, isn't it too cruel for Isma? She loved her husband so much. . ." continued Umi.

"It is precisely what Abi did in order to free Isma from the cruel treatment of the old man." Strictly Abi who had already shifted her eyes.

"In any case, in the Prince's body flows the blood of the old man's descendants." Connect Abi.

Umi was silent. He saw Isma's face.

'Forgive Umi deck. May Allah soften Abi's heart. Sorry Umi is selfish, Umi loves your Abi very much. Umi was unable to see Abi tormented by her trauma.' Inner Umi.

Connect. . .