Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Prince cravings??

Two weeks later.

Abi's condition has improved. It's just that he never wanted to talk to Umi. Abi does not even want to be treated by Umi. The ones now taking care of Abi are Fitri and Arya.

Yes, Fitri has returned from his duties in Palembang, early. Once news of Abi's condition and Isma's departure with Prince, Fitri immediately returned to Jakarta.

Now Abi is playing with Arsyid and Arya. Abi's smile was always seen when he was with his favorite grandson. Umi, just looking from a distance.

Umi's heart was sad, because Abi always silenced her and refused when Umi helped to bathe, eat and give medicine. But, seeing Abi's smile slightly treated Umi's sadness.

Fitri came to Umi with a glass of water.

"Eye." Sapa Fitri's.

Umi quickly wiped away the water in the corner of her eye. Then Umi smiled happily at Fitri.

"Umi's daydreaming again?" Ask Fitri.

Only a smile was seen on Umi's face. Umi sipped some water.

"Are Umi being too selfish? Did Umi hurt Abi too deeply?" Ask Umi slowly.

Fitri smiled gently. The hands of Umi.

"Umi's decision is correct. Only Abi is too drawn into his grudge."

"But maybe Abi wouldn't have been like that, if only Umi hadn't asked Isma to leave. . ."

"Umi has made the right decision. Abi would have been more sorry if Umi had not asked Prince to take Isma away. . . Because, if one day Abi recovers, Abi will realize how selfish Abi was for separating Isma from Prince. But, since Umi's decision is right, Abi will thank Umi." Habur Fitri's.

"Are you sure Abi will thank you when Abi recovers?"

"God is sure of Umi." Hugging Umi's body.

"You're sure, when Abi was cured Abi didn't hate Umi, or maybe even grew hate. . ." Umi said sadly.

"No Umi. I could see the eyes of Abi. Abi misses the Umi. . . Abi also misses Isma. So, our current assignment. . ." Fitri paused for a moment, then tightened a hug on her in-laws.

"I, Mas Arya and Arsyid, we will try to take care of Abi and heal Abi from her trauma. Umi Duty. . . Pray that Abi will be healed soon, and his heart will be soft and airy to accept Prince as our family." His speech.

Umi smiled haru. Fucked lovingly top of Fitri's head.

Meanwhile, in Jakarta. Yes, actually Prince had not brought Isma to Korea. They remain in Jakarta. Prince only goes to Korea occasionally for corporate business.

This morning, Prince was ready to leave for the office. While Isma was cooking breakfast fried rice shrimp favorite of her husband.

"Darling, what are you cooking?" Prince approached Isma.

He hugged Isma's body from behind.

"Mas, cook it again. Don't disturb. . ." His protest.

But Prince paid no heed to his wife's protests. He still continued to embrace Isma and instead placed his chin on Isma's shoulder.

"Mas, ticklish ah. . . Sit down first. Breakfast will be off." Advice Isma.

"What breakfast?" Ask Prince.

Cup. . .

One kiss on Isma's cheek was successful. Then, Prince actually moved to sit on the dining table chair.

"Fried shrimp rice to Mas sukaan is done. . ." Isma.

She placed a plate of fried rice in front of her husband. At first, Prince smiled happily. But, as soon as the fragrant smell of fried rice touched his nose, Prince felt nauseous.

"Hhueekk. . . Hhueekk. . ." Prince ran towards the sink.

Isma was confused, for a moment he kissed and tasted his fried rice.

"It's nothing, it's delicious." Said astonished.

"Hhueekk. . . Hhueekk." Prince vomited again many times.

Isma approached her husband, helping to smooth his back.

"Mas why? Is it possible to catch a cold?" Ask Isma.

Prince shook his head while cleaning up the rest of the vomit on his lips.

"Honey. . . Stomach nausea. The smell of the air is bad. . . Is the air still good? Aah, maybe the warehousing's expired." He said limp while hugging Isma's body.

"No, really. Yesterday I bought the money while I was alive. Directly into the refrigerator. And the washing time was still good." Evidently.

Prince vomited again. Isma was really confused and worried.

"Yes, today I don't have to go to the office. Call Bimo." Advice Isma.

"Hhmm, deck. . . I did not go to the office for three days. What I forgot. . ."

"Ah yes. I forgot, Mommy."

Yeah, it's been three days Prince hasn't gone to the office. The reason every morning his stomach feels heartburn, his head is dizzy. And this morning I was vomiting like a week ago.

"What's wrong, Mas also has a company. I didn't go in because I wasn't feeling well." Chirps Isma.

"The Company belongs to Mas. . . But, it's not good to be a bad example for employees." Prince is weak.

Now he sat back in his chair waiting for Isma to smear the bread with chocolate jam.

"Say, don't go to the office, don't go. Why bringel. No need to go to the office." Shouted Isma.

Prince's eyes are round. He wondered why, as long as he was sick, his wife even became angry and did not want to be denied. Though previously very soft and spoiled.

"We went to the doctor today. I don't want anything to happen the same. Did you never think of feeling good? Every day Mas always work, adek left alone at home. . . He said, you don't always ask for a lot of money. Adek just needs Mas." Her chattering.

Prince was only silent, even though his head was dizzy, his stomach was still nauseous. Eeh, even had to hear the talk of his beloved wife in the morning.

"Pass out the bread. I want to change clothes first."

"Yes, baby. . ." Prince answered obediently.

As Isma headed for the room, Prince was about to eat his bread. But, again and again, she felt nauseous. Prince vomited again, then sat down and vomited again. And so on until Isma was ready to go to the hospital.

"Why isn't breakfast touched at all?"

"Mas nausea deck. That bread tastes weird." Prince replied weakly.

He was lying weakly on the sofa in front of the television.

"Mas why the hell? Like a cravings woman. Are you craving again?" Ask Isma.

She approached her husband. Gently stroked the Prince's paled and tired-looking face.

"Sir, why do you keep getting angry? Mas real sick loh, Mas real stomach nausea, head also dizzy." Spoiled whine.

Not answering, Isma instead moved the Prince's head to cushion his thigh.

"Mmhhh. . ." Prince turned his face to Isma's silvery face, and his hands wrapped around Isma's waist.

"No strong, we have to go to the doctor. Check out what exactly is sick?" While stroking her husband's head.

"So, just check it out. Who knows. . . There's a grandpa here." Putting his nose on Isma's stomach.

"Guy, Mas. . ." Isma protests try to stop Prince's tindaka.

"Darling jagan angry. . . I'm sad to know, if my darling gets angry." Produce.

Isma smiled. Subjugated his head until it touched the Prince right. The kiss was given.

"It's not angry, Mas. Adek was just worried something happened to Mas." Evidently.

"Dek. . . Stomach mules again." Her speech.

"So fast to go to the bathroom." Trying to sit her husband's body.

With all his strength left, Prince got up. He stepped into the bathroom swept by Isma. Once in the bathroom, Isma leaves Prince. He's waiting outside.

"Mass. . . What yes, maybe pregnant." The words heard by Prince.

"Dear check, yeah." From inside the bathroom.

"If it doesn't, how?"

"It's okay. It is up to God when he will give. But there's no harm in trying to check, either." Reciprocity.

"Yes too, yeah. Is it finished yet?"

"A little while." Legally.

Not long after Prince came out of the bathroom. Then they immediately went to the hospital.

Connect. . .