Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Isma Pregnant

Prince was lying weakly in the bed of the obstetrician's room. While Isma sat in the front seat of the desk of Doctor Maha Rani.

"How, Doctor? What happened to my husband?" Ask Isma worried.

Dr Maha Rani just smiled. Then, he examined Isma's wrist. Then switch to Isma's stomach area.

"Can Isma change positions with her husband?" Advice from Dr Maha Rani.

Hearing that with a weak step, Prince got up and let Isma lie there.

Doctor Maharani examined Isma's stomach. Then, a happy smile bloomed on his lips.

"Congratulations Buk Isma, I'm pregnant." Her speech.

Isma smiled haru, her stomach was still very flat. Tears also shed. Likewise with Prince, he immediately approached Isma.

"Thank you dear. . ." Prince gave a warm hug and also a kiss of affection on Isma's forehead.

Dr Maha Rani smiled happily at the couple's happiness.

"Buk Isma is very lucky, because Mr. Prince is taking over everything felt by pregnant women."

Prince and Isma again sit in a chair right in front of Doctor Maha Rani.

"How old is my wife, Doctor?"

"It's been week three. And, it's good in the beginning Mr. Prince must fast first to do that.." Advised Dr. Maha Rani.

Isma's face was embarrassed. And so does Prince.

"Well Doctor.. But, what content is my wife healthy?" Connect Prince.

"Very healthy."

Prince embraces Isma's shoulder, and Isma rests her head on her husband's chest.

"Then, until when will I have vomiting?" Ask Prince again.

"Usually in the early stages of pregnancy will continue to feel nausea and vomiting in the morning."

Prince let out a languid breath. But, he's getting his embrace closer.

"Recheck the contents once every two weeks. Here, the vitamins in the drink every morning and night before bed." Advice from Dr Maha Rani.

"Good Doctor. Then, excuse me." Prince.

They left the hospital with a very happy heart.

In Company.

Rina was busy rearranging all Prince's schedules which were forced to be canceled because the boss was still not coming to the office for four days.

"Dear rest first. Let Mas do it all." Advice Bimo.

"It's okay, Mom. It's a lot of work, right?"

"Yes, but the doctor said, baby can't be too tired. Mas, worry dear."

"Mas is calm. Don't worry. Later if tired I rest, Mas."

"All right." Said caving.

It felt like Bimo wanted to ask Rina to just stop working. But, that suggestion would not be accepted by Rina. Bimo knows, Rina really likes her world of work.

"Darling, I'll go first. Boss asked Mas to Bogor, there's a little problem in Bogor."

"Now?"

"Yes, baby."

"Mmhh, come along. . ." Whimpering.

Bimo immediately hugged Rina's body. He gave a kiss on his forehead.

"As it went a moment. The afternoon came straight home." Squeeze his embrace.

"Aahh, I hate Prince." Her whine is spoiled in the arms of her husband.

"Why does honey say that?"

"He always separates us. There are jobs that require us to separate."

"Eits, where there we parted. It's always here, near dear." Cupped both of Rina's cheeks, then kissed her lips.

"Papa go first, baby. Take care of Mama, don't be naughty. . ." Switch stroking Rina's stomach.

Not to forget Bimo also kissed Rina's stomach. The kiss was addressed to the baby.

"Ciap Papa.." Replied Rina imitating the baby's voice.

Bimo smiled anxiously looking at Rina's expression.

"Mas leaving, yeah. Honey don't be too tired."

"Yes, I'm also careful on the road."

Leaving behind Bimo and Rina who were busy with their work today.

"Mas, adek kangen Umi." Her speech.

For some reason, today Isma felt very missed Umi.

Prince gave a hug to Isma.

Isma was crying in her husband's arms. His heart felt very sad considering Abi and Umi.

"I'm sorry, honey." Pecking the top of Isma's head.

"Mas don't apologize. Adek more sad if Mas apologizes, hhiikkss." Cry broke.

Prince smiled with anxiety.

"Hungry adek. . . Want to eat but Mas's the bribe." Spoiled whine.

"All right, now we're eating." Removing Isma's tears.

"Relin. . ."

"Uccue. . . My beloved panjanya. Gemasszz is more. Yes, it's yok Mas gendong." Bless Isma's body.

Prince brought Isma into the kitchen. Put the body on the dining table chair. Then Prince took the fried rice this morning that Isma cooked.

Initially Prince hesitated to take the fried rice, he still remembered the incident this morning.

Prince held his breath. Then put the fried rice into the dish.

"This is eating it. Open his mouth. . . Aaa. . ." He pointed the spoon at Isma's mouth.

Isma received the food well. He even finished a plate full of fried rice. Prince was somewhat astonished by Isma's change in appetite. Yes, usually Isma eats only for stomach growers. But now he eats a lot of it.

"If you love to eat like this, you will often give gifts." Prince.

"Correct?" Isma asked pleased.

"Yes dear. . ." The head of Isma.

"Can the gift not be chosen?"

"Bby dong. What kind of gift do you want?"

"Mm, the prize. . . The first. . . Adek wants to eat it too greedy." Her speech.

Prince frowned. What a gift try that.

"Alright Make a try. Although, Mas stomach refused food, but, for the sake of love Mas will try." Answer lethargic.

Isma smiled with anxiety. Her husband's expression is adorable and looks better with his promise.

"Mass. . . Can't you, if you're back at work?"

Prince looked at Isma's eyes. He doesn't like to talk about that.

"Is there anything less, so dear want to work?" Ask Prince cuek.

He took the empty plate to the sink to wash.

"T.no. . . Just bored at home alone. Yeah, at least if it's work. . ."

"There's no work. Enough home. Let Mas do the work. Women's work at home." Rigorously.

Isma surprised. He was silent while lowering his head. Isma had asked this question two weeks ago, and got the same response.

Right, Prince has given everything. But, Isma was really bored all day at home alone. She's not a housewife. From the beginning, Prince Isma loved to work.

But, what can I do. It seemed like he had to drown in boredom every day alone in this palace-like mansion.

'Forgive me, my dear. I'm still afraid of Amanda's threats. I don't want to be separated again, baby. Dear everything to Mas.' Inner Prince.

He slowly approached Isma who was bowed down sadly. Prince stroked his shoulder, then grabbed the body.

"Sorry, I'm surprised dear." Pecking Isma's head.

"Later, if dear has given birth. . . And healthy adeknya, already two years old, Mas promise will allow love work again. Okay. . ." Gently gazing at Isma's sad face.

Isma whined spoiled, though lazy she finally nodded in agreement with her husband's suggestion.

"Mas appointment. . . Watch out for lying." Whimpering.

Prince nodded firmly convincing Isma that he would keep his promise.

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