Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Priorities

10 Weeks later.

Prince really no longer felt nauseous and dizzy in the morning. It's just, he's becoming too spoiled. Everywhere I want Isma's company.

Isma rarely comes to the office. Accompanying her husband. Just sit and read a book about babies and pregnancy. As of right now, Isma was in Rina's room.

"Rin, what's the old meeting?" Isma was getting tired of waiting for her husband.

"It depends on the problem they're talking about." Reply Rina indifferently.

Lina was busy actually. It's just that, because the Boss asked to accompany his wife, so Rina was not so focused on her work.

"Rin, do you still like cravings?"

"still. But not like when I was two months old."

"What was it like?"

For a moment, Rina relented. He stopped his work. Then he approached his best friend.

"I used to love asking for anything, any kind of food. Continues to be spoiled and do not want to be left Bimo even for a moment."

"Like Mas Prince.." Said Isma.

"More or less. But, I only vomited in the early weeks of pregnancy."

"Oo that. . . If Mas Prince, even vomit often. He loved the food he didn't like. Instead of all the food he used to like, now he doesn't even like."

"I experienced that too. But just a few days." Connect Rina.

"You really didn't experience anything, did you? Cravings for example? Or feeling dizzy during the first week of pregnancy?" Tanya Rina was curious.

"Not at all Rin. I didn't even know I was pregnant. Taunya is pregnant too because Mas Prince who vomits constantly every morning. . ." His speech.

"That's lucky for you. Then Prince loves you both very much. Until he's willing to take over all the feelings and circumstances that you're supposed to go through."

Isma smiled. Right, her husband loved her very much. Isma could feel the warmth of her heartfelt love.

"Is. . but don't be sad. . ." Isma.

"Hahh. . . Meanin?" Ask Isma astonished.

Rina approached Isma. Then, he suddenly hugged Isma.

"Why, Rin?"

"Today I accidentally met Teh Fitri. . ."

"Steak? Is she healthy?" Isma took off Rina's embrace.

Rina nodded.

"Abi. . . Umi. . .? Are they healthy too?" Ask Isma.

His eyes were already teary, he missed his family very much.

"healthy mom. But Abi is still not healed. Now Abi routinely sees a psychiatrist every Sunday to Jakarta."

Isma's tears fell. He felt very sad to hear the news of Abi who never improved.

"Is, I'm sorry. . . I really don't intend to make you sad." Hugged Isma's body back.

"Rin, I caused Abi to be like that. I'm selfish Rin." His issue.

Rina stroked Isma's back trying to calm her down.

"I'm sorry, Isma." Sorry say.

"What should I do, Rin?"

Rina did not answer. She simply hugged Isma trying to calm the sadness in her heart.

Bandung.

Umi sat in front of Abi. Slowly, Umi wiped Abi's feet with a wet towel.

"Come has not had breakfast this morning. Umi'll get you breakfast, okay?"

Instead of answering, Abi turned his eyes. He doesn't want to see Umi. Even slowly Abi had to pull his feet away from Umi's hand.

"Abi, when will Abi leave Umi like this? Is that what Abi hates about Umi?" Shouted Umi while crying.

Umi nausea brittle patience. Her heart breaks with each passing day as Abi gets further away from her.

"Abi selfish. Abi selfish. . ." Umi Shouts.

Arya and Fitri ran out of the room when they heard Umi's screams. They see Umi crying in front of Abi, while Abi turns her face away from Umi.

"Abi never felt love. Abi did not love Umi as much as Prince and Isma. . . Yes, Umi realized, Abi married Umi just because he had to, right? Because of the matchmaking. . ." Umi.

He reveals everything he feels. No longer concerned with the possibility of Abi's body going back to convulsions.

"At any time, Umi will protect Isma. Umi will continue to support his decision. . . Prince is responsible. He would never hurt Isma." Reciprocity.

"Abi wanted to ignore Umi. Alright. . . Umi receive. From this moment. . . Ummi. . ."

A moment Umi stopped her words. She hoped Abi would look at her, even if the look of hatred was okay. But, nil. Abi did not look at all.

Umi's tears are flowing more and more. His chest felt tight, Umi hit the chest pain slowly.

"Start this second. . . Umi will not interfere in Abi's affairs. Umi's gonna sleep in Isma's room." Umi firmly while pocketing her teeth.

Umi then ran to Isma's room. Abi was still silent without expression. He let Umi just leave. There was not the slightest bit of sadness on Abi's face.

Arya and Fitri just hugged each other. Fitri started crying. He was sad to see Abi and Umi.

"Mas, what should we do?" Ask Fitri.

"Quite silent. We continue the treatment of Abi. And dear duty, entertain Umi once in a while." Reply Arya steady.

Hugged Fitri's body tightly.

"Whatever happens, don't leave, Mom." Arya said while peeping Fitri's head.

"God willing. As long as Mas still wants me to be next to Mas. Then all that time I'll always be on the side, ma'am." He answered by adding to his embrace.

As for Umi, she cried sobbing in Isma's room. Photo of Isma.

"I'm sorry Umi, deck. Umi can't persuade Abi." Umi hugged a photo of Isma.

And Abi, it's still in place. At first glance it looks fine. But, if you look closer. Abi's teary eyes held back the water that was about to fall through his eye patch.

Abi's hand clasped tightly, his breathing began to sound heavy. Abi held back the overflowing emotions. Yes, lately Abi has been able to control his emotions. Although not completely, at least Abi was able to overcome it slowly.

The clock shows at 9 p.m. Isma has just finished performing two raka'at hajat prayers. And Prince was still struggling in front of the computer in his study.

Isma followed while bringing a cup of coffee for her husband.

"Mas, bring coffee." Said Isma who struggled to open the door of her husband's office.

One hand holds a coffee cup, while the other holds a blanket.

Yes, Isma brought a blanket. As usual, he would sleep in this room. Accompanying her husband. It was not Isma who wanted it, but her husband who wanted it that way.

"Honey be careful. . ." Shouting Prince walked over to Isma.

He took over the coffee cup and put it on the table. Then, Prince again helped Isma bring her thick blanket.

"Mas is still a long time?" Isma asked while straightening her legs on the sofa.

"Yes, honey. It's about the company in Korea." Obviously Prince while massaging Isma's calf slowly.

"Yes already, I continued working gih, adek sleep first."

"I'm sorry, honey. Mas so rarely hug dear when bobok."

"It's okay. Just don't be naughty."

Prince frowned not understanding the naughty word Isma mentioned.

"What's wrong?"

"Yes naughty, glancing at another woman who is beautiful and not fat like adek." He said by shaking his lips.

Prince smiles. The lips of that manyun.

"Never say that. Honey, it's not fat. It's just, honey, the two are the same grandpa. That's why it looks so big." Persuade Prince.

"Mas still love isn't the same?"

Back Prince frowned. Why is Isma acting this strange tonight.

"Honey Mas equally adek will not be reduced in the least." Hugged Isma's body tightly.

"Correct?"

"Yes dear. . ."

"While there's nothing beside Mas?"

"Yes, I. .ng. . . Wait what does it mean with adek no dismping, Mas?" Prince asked when he realized there was something that made him ambiguous with Isma's words.

"Yes. .iya. If someday forced to come back to Umi and Abi. . ."

"Darling. . ." Prince tightened his embrace.

The soft back of Isma. He understands now. It seemed, Isma was missing Umi and Abi.

"I'm sorry. . . I still couldn't convince Abi. Mas. . . Still afraid to see Abi." Her speech.

Isma was silent. He started shedding tears. Her heart was sad when she heard the apology from her husband. But, Isma was also very sad to hear the news of Abi that never improved.

"Give Me a minute. . . I promise to talk to Abi. I promise I'll get Abi back to accept us."

"No Mas. Don't promise. Adek is okay. Adek only remembered Umi and Abi. I really miss them." Isma.

Prince understands. Prince understood Isma's sadness. But, what can he do now? Just hugging and giving affection can be done at this time.

Prince felt guilty, because the last few weeks, he was too busy with work. So rarely embrace and indulge or indulge in his wife.

He was sure, surely because of that Isma began to miss the warmth of Umi and Abi.

"We're sleeping in the room tonight. Honey don't have to lie alone on this couch." Prince said while lifting Isma's body.

"Well, how's work?"

"The work can be done tomorrow. But, hugging dear can't be delayed anymore." Putting their noses together.

Prince lightly carried Isma up the stairs. Isma gladly put her hand on her husband's neck.

"Mas, I'm sorry adek. Mas's work mood was disrupted. . ." He said sadly feeling bad.

"Isma Ramadhani is Prince Wijaya's top priority, after Allah and Rasullullah. . ." Rigorously.

Isma buried her face in Prince's chest, tightening the circle of her hands around Prince's neck. He smiled happily at the romantic words Prince spoke.

"Later, when Dedek was born. . . Dedek is a top priority too, is it Mas?"

"Of course, honey. You're the world of Mas."

Finally, they arrived at the door of the room. Prince asks Isma to open the door. Because his hand was holding his beloved body.

"It's heavy, huh, Mas?"

"A little heavier than usual. Is it possible that the grandpa's getting heavier in there?" Prince's eyes looked at Isma's stomach which was starting to stand out.

"Maybe... Aah, I can't wait to see him." Smothering stomach.

"Yephausen. . . We're up." Lying Isma's body on the soft mattress.

"Mas wash your face first. Honey wait a minute." Run towards the bathroom.

Isma smiled happily looking at the back of her husband who finally disappeared behind the bathroom wall.

"I'm sorry, Abi. Adek could not afford to lose Mas Prince. Forgive me for choosing to be selfish this time." Isma lirih.

Tears fell back at the end of his eyes. He tilted his body, then buried himself under the thick blanket.

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