Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Morning walk

A bright Sunday morning. Prince accompanied Isma on a leisurely stroll in the city park.

"Darling, aren't you tired?" Prince asked who was getting worried.

"No, Mas. Adek even really happy when the sole of the feet adek touch the grass."

"Pity's feet are even in contact with the grass." Prince smiled as he gently damaged Isma's head.

And now Prince is pinching his sandals and Isma's bag in his left hand. His right hand held Isma's left finger.

"Although adek using socks, the dew on the grass feels cool and refreshing kok on the soles of adek feet." Clearly not accepting with her husband's insinuation.

"Yes, dear.." Damaged Isma's head again.

Isma smiled happily. Then they stepped back to take the grass in the park.

In the distance, a pair of eyeballs noticed the movements of Isma and Prince from earlier. A man dressed in all black, covered his mouth with a mask that was also black, and wore a black hat.

The man had been following Prince and Isma ever since they came out of the apartment.

📱"What the Boss ordered, I'm doing now." He spoke by phone.

It seemed like he was talking to the person who ordered him to keep an eye on Isma and Prince.

📱"Good, Boss. I make sure the boss's wishes are carried out seamlessly without anyone getting in the way." Rigorously.

His eyes were still staring at the back of Prince and Isma in front of him.

📱"Good boss. I'm starting to move." Leaving his chair and starting to run small like a normal man who was exercising.

His steps were getting closer to Isma and Prince. I don't know what he wants to do with the sharp look of his eyes that look behind a black hat made to lean to cover his face.

"Mas, you're tired. We're taking a break." Complain Isma.

Soon the Prince helped Isma to sit on the wooden chair of the garden not far from where they were. Meanwhile, the man in black, was forced to continue his steps past Isma and Prince, without suspicion.

"Want to drink?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Prince opened the lid of the bottle of mineral water, then helped Isma drink. Actually Isma can do it alone, only Prince who wants to spoil his favorite on this holiday.

"Do you need help with calf massage, baby?"

"It doesn't matter, Mas. You can do it yourself."

Isma is massaging her own calf from outside her gamis. His forehead was sweating. And Prince who realized it immediately wiped the sweat with a tissue.

"Mas, iih." Isma Protest.

"Udah, honey just shut up. Let Mas do it." Continuing to wipe Isma's sweat.

"Darling to walk?"

"Yes. I want to walk to the end of there." Pointing far ahead of there.

"Far darling. It's too tired later."

"No, my mom. Anyway, I want to go there. If you don't want to go well, it's okay, just go it alone." Curiously annoyed.

A smile rose on Prince's lips to hear Isma's chirping.

"Kids, it looks like you're sulking." Touching Isma's stomach.

Isma moved her lips even more annoyed. She was bullied by her husband and children. Looking at the manyun's lips, unknowingly, Prince stole a kiss quickly.

"Mas, when people see how." Covering his mouth with both palms.

"Biarin. It's halal." Teasing Isma while winking.

"Iiihh.." Covering his red face hinted in embarrassment.

"His grandson, Mas." Pull Isma in her arms.

As Isma and Prince enjoy their love romance. Up ahead, the man was still watching.

📱"Will I try one more time, Boss." Said it through his cell phone.

Judging from the frown and the look in his eyes, the man was being scolded by his boss for failing to carry out his duties.

📱"Sorry, boss. But they seemed to feel my presence. And Prince seems to be getting suspicious." He said as he felt Prince was starting to look suspiciously at him.

Right, from his seat. Prince stared intently at the black-clothed man with a suspicious look.

"Darling, how about we just walk away." His advice.

"Why? He still wants to walk on the grass." Her whine is spoiled in the arms of her husband.

"Tomorrow early in the morning, Mas temanin adek walk again."

"Tomorrow to work." Disappointed.

"Mas accompany dear before Mas go to work. Okay!" Prince reassured Isma.

Isma was silent. He distanced himself from Prince's embrace. Then, start reusing the slippers. Not forgetting Isma was carrying her bag.

"Darling, I promise you tomorrow I'll take the road again." Persuade Prince bring his face closer to Isma's pouting face.

"Darling.." Cupped both sides of Isma's cheeks.

He looked into his wife's eyes. The eyes began to glaze over. Soon Prince regained Isma's body in his arms.

"I'm sorry. Honey don't cry, yeah." Persuade him while stroking Isma's back.

"The promise tomorrow will you take a walk on the grass again?" Ask Isma to convince herself.

"Yes dear. I promise, God willing."

Isma nodded in trust in her husband's arms. Then he started smiling happily.

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