Prince Cinta Beda Religious

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Prince's parents' residence.

When he arrived at the house, Prince clasped Isma's hand tightly. They stepped in with an uncertain feeling. Because, there's Amanda right now in that house.

"Darling, you're home!" Widia welcomed Prince's arrival.

He immediately hugged the Prince's body tightly, while Isma just silently lowered her head. His hands were still held tightly by the Prince.

And without them noticing, Amanda stared intently at those tightly grasped hands. I want him to split that hand immediately.

"Where is it, Ma?" Prince asked as he took off his mother's embrace.

"Papa in Kalimantan. There's a new project work." Obviously Mama.

"Ma, how are you?" Sapa Isma interrupted.

He smiled and stretched out his hand to greet Mama. But, Mama got straight away, she went back to near Amanda. Mom deliberately did not see Isma's presence.

Prince realized that. He clenched his hand. Then give a smile sign so Isma does not ignore Mama.

"Ma, we're going straight to Grandpa's room." Pamit Prince's.

"Loh, you don't have Amanda. Talk to Amanda first. You guys, long time no see." Advice Mom.

Prince just smiled, then he embraced the friendly body of Isma and regardless of Mama's suggestion, Prince took Isma to the grandfather's room.

"Dear not to hear Mama. Let's just say Mama didn't talk to us." Entertain Prince.

Isma smiled happily. She clenched her grip on her husband's hand. Then he nodded in understanding.

Get them in Grandpa's room. They were warmly welcomed by the already improved grandfather. He could walk without the help of a cane.

"Isma's healthy?" Grandpa asked while holding Isma's fingers.

"healthy, Cake. Grandpa himself is healthy yet?"

"Well, as you can see..."

Grandpa took off Isma's fingers. Then he stepped closer to the glass wall of his room. Grandpa's gaze was far ahead.

"Grandfather is fine. But, Abi you. . ." Look at Isma.

"Let's walk in a wheelchair. Grandpa's really the cruelest man." His words are full of regrets.

Isma stared for a moment at Prince, as well as Prince. Then they approached Grandpa. Prince gave a hug to grandfather.

"Sir, don't be sad. Isma knew, grandfather was cruel at that time. Isma also had a grudge with the man who had caused Abi to become like that. But, when grandfather sincerely apologized, Isma forgave. And. . ."

Isma wiped away the tears on Grandpa's cheek.

"We have to be sure. Abi will definitely forgive grandfather too. For surely the late Grandfather Isma Insha Allah has been placed in his paradise Allah. Because they were martyred in defending their religion." Said Isma.

Isma's words made Grandpa cry sobbing. He sat at the feet of Isma.

"Grandfather. . ."

Isma also sat down and with Prince's help they tried to calm grandfather.

"Isma, teach the grandfather of Islam. Introduce your grandfather to God and his Rasull. My father wanted to ask God for forgiveness. Will God still forgive grandfather?" Grandpa.

Hearing that Prince and Isma were moved, they immediately gave grandfather a hug.

"The forgiveness of God is very broad. And most beautiful, when grandfather said the shahada, God will take away all the sins of grandfather. Because, at that time a convert was like a newborn baby. They are holy without sin." Isma.

"Why do you want to learn Islam?" Ask Prince and Isma.

"Yes. Grandpa wants to repent. My father wanted forgiveness from God. And if God allows you to meet your grandfather in heaven, then you will rest and apologize to your grandfather." Grandfather said in his tears.

Actually, my grandfather had thought for a long time to embrace Islam. It was just that it was still constrained by the apegun taste in his heart.

But, when I met Isma. And seeing Prince who was happy after embracing Islam, grandfather's desire to embrace Islam became more steady and sturdy.

"Goddessa. . ." Saying Isma and Prince together.

They are happy and touched to hear the grandfather who got the guidance of Islam from Allah.

'May Istiqomah, cake. Forgive our sins, O God. Istiqahkan hearts of grandfathers for Your religion, O Allah.' Inner Isma.

"God willing tomorrow we will bring grandfather to meet Ustad Amar. He's the one who's gonna help grandpa shahadat." Prince.

When Prince, Isma and Grandpa cried. In the living room Amanda was restless not playing. He paced around thinking of an idea in order to get Prince.

"Can you calm down? Dizzy auntie see you pacing that way." Babe Widia is uncomfortable with Amanda's anxiety.

"How can I calm down, Auntie? Look at that village woman who really brainwashed Prince."

"Yes Aunty knows. But, if you can not calm down like this, there are women in the village will smile proudly. There he'll mock you."

"Cityhhh. . . So I have to how's Auntie?" Frustrating screams.

Widia smiled cunningly. His hand was calling Amanda closer to him.

"What Aunt?" He put his ear to Widia's mouth.

"The woman is pregnant." His whisper.

"Yes I know it's Auntie." Amanda said she didn't understand Widia's intentions.

"Mhhh. . . You are very tulalit. Here's Auntie leukain."

Amanda approaching. He listens to Widia's all about their plan to hurt Isma. After setting the strategy, they laughed happily. Unaware of their goal, they move closer.

"Ma, Prince go home first." The Prince approached Mama.

Prince forgot for a moment, he left Isma standing far behind him.

When Prince was hugging Mama, Mama deliberately extended the hug. His hand beckoned Amanda to approach Isma.

Isma knew the suspicious moves. He stepped back slowly. And as Amanda drew closer, Isma continued to retreat.

"What do you want Amanda?" Ask Isma lirih.

"Don't be afraid. It won't hurt. I'll take over the pain. . ." Whisper Amanda.

"Ja.ja.ngan mbak Amanda." Said Isma still with a stifled voice.

A sneaky smile is seen on Amanda's lips. That terrifying smile made Isma slightly aware. He should not be afraid of the woman who had evil intentions.

Smiling cunningly, Amanda's hand pushed firmly on Isma's body. Until Isma was pushed to the back which has a floor lower than the floor in the living room.

"Yes Allah. . . Mum. . ." Shouted Isma.

Hearing that scream Prince immediately took off Mama's embrace. He looked towards the source of the voice. I saw Amanda slumped in front of there. Isma's position is right facing the direction of Amanda who fell.

Yes, Isma managed to hold her body so that it did not fall and even Amanda who fell.

When viewed from a one-sided point of view, it looks as if Isma is pushing Amanda.

"Yes my. Amanda. . ." Shouted Widia.

He ran after Amanda, firmly nudging Isma's body, until Isma bounced to the side. And just as Isma's body was about to fall to the floor, Prince quickly greeted her.

They fell on the floor, Isma's body pierced her husband's body.

"Mas, is mas okay?" Ask Isma worried.

Prince is silent. Slowly they got up from that position. Then, Prince left Isma sitting with a feeling that was still shocked, worried and confused.

He's approaching Amanda. In the lift of Amanda's body that was exposed in a state of fainting. Amanda's forehead and nose are bleeding.

"You saw Prince. How cruel your wife is. He pushed Amanda hard. Look at Amanda bleeding." Shouted Mama worried.

Actually Mama didn't expect Amanda to experience something tragic like this. Mama stared intently at Isma with vengeance. And Mama doesn't realize Amanda's just acting.

Isma who felt accused also shook her head while crying. No, Isma did not shake her head at her in-laws, but at Prince who was also staring intently at her.

"Basic of cruel women. . . After this he'll hurt Mama again Prince. He'll get rid of everything close to you." Shouted Mama who had started crying.

Again and again Isma shook her head. Her tears have spilled. This was the first time Isma had seen Prince that angry.

"I killed you. . ." Shouted Mama running towards Isma.

But, before Mama managed to touch Isma. Stifled steps. Someone was clutching her wrist tightly.

"Prince, last. . . Mama's gonna kill that girl." Rebellious Mama.

"Mrs. . ." Prince shouted very loudly.

Widia was shocked until she fell on the floor. Grandfather who heard that shout also came out from his room.

"On my fingernails alone Mama dared to touch my wife. I'll never consider you my Mama again." Jerky Prince.

Isma remained silent. His eyes widened without blinking. Tears kept flowing there. She covered her ears, hiding her head between her knees.

"You. . ." Shouted Prince did not lose his challenge.

Prince pointed at Amanda who was pretending to be unconscious.

"You do this once again. I'll make sure your life is gone." Jerky Prince.

Slowly he approached Amanda. The jaw of Amanda. His pressure was strong full of resentment and anger.

"Today you survived. But remember Amanda. . . I'll keep an eye on you." Throw Amanda's jaw down firmly.

Before Prince turned to look at Mama, his gaze full of disappointment and anger. While Mama, she cried. Either sorry or what, Prince no longer cared.

Then he quickly stepped towards Isma. Examination of Isma's body. Isma was silent but her tears kept flowing.

"Mass. . . Mum. . ." Said Isma in her tears.

Prince grabbed the body in his warm embrace. He gently stroked Isma's back. How grateful Prince is, because he is still given the opportunity to protect his wife and future baby.

"I'm sorry, for letting go of my dear hands. I don't think they'll go this far. Forgive me, please." Prince's words sobbed.

Now alternately he asked to be embraced by Isma. He needed calm to control those overflowing emotions.

"Mass. . . We home. Adek fear. . ."

In the arms of Isma Prince nodded. Soon she was carrying Isma's bridal body.

Selflessly and without knowing the whereabouts of grandfather, Prince takes Isma out of the house.

'My love forgive me for neglecting to protect you. I'm sorry I took your hand off. Believe me, nothing will make me doubt you. Don't be afraid, from this second on, I'll be more careful looking after you.' Inner Prince.

His eyes continued to stare at Isma's face that was crying fearfully in her carriage. Prince was really grateful for not being late to realize the dangers that lurked his beloved.

"I love you, baby." Pecking the top of Isma's head.

"I love you too, Mom." Reply Isma interrupted her crying.

Then she tightened her circle of hands around her husband's neck.

'I'm scared, Mom. I thought you suspected me. Thank you for my love, for trusting me. I'll be more careful later.' Inner Isma.

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