Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 102: A Confession

“What? Abah met Iqlima outside?!” Hajjah Aisyah was surprised not to be confused.

“Iya mi, hiks hyks.. And now mas Yahya overtake him... Hiks hiks” Adu Layla while continuing to cry. Hajjah Aisyah's face changed.

“Sss…. Argh...” Suddenly Layla groans.

“Why you son?!” Hajjah Aisyah panicked to see Layla holding her stomach.

“Sa.. Pain mi., Sa.. kit... ” It whimpers.

“Sri…. Sriii…. Quickly come here. Call an obstetrician…. Sriii...!!”

“Before son, doctor will be here soon!” Say Hajjah Aisyah with a pale face. Layla nodded as she continued to hold her stomach.

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At the apartment, Yahya still keeps trying to do what he wants. The young man who was controlled by anger forced his wife to follow her will. Yahya tried to stick his lips to Iqlima's lips. But the wife continued to reject him.

The rejection of Iqlima further brutalized Yahya. With a quick movement he held the collar of Iqlima's blouse. With a single move, Yahya was able to stomp it until the buttons that were there one by one were released, the helpless buttons fell scattered on the cold floor.

Iqlima quickly pulled tightly onto her clothes covering the exposed body part in between her shock. With trembling the woman ventured to lift her face and showed her reddened eyes. Iqlima seemed to challenge Yahya by still holding back tears. She doesn't care what her husband does next.

“Hhhh you...” Yahya looked disappointed. Iqlima stood up.

“Bang Yahya outrageous!” The accusation.

“Ck. Me? Outrageous?! Don't you think that I was almost crazy looking for you when I heard you were taken away by a middle-aged man?! Who could have guessed that you met your brother? I'm not a necromancer, Iqlima!” Yahya Sembur.

“Then, after I had calmed down to know the truth, I instead got you laughing loosely with other men in close quarters! You don't appreciate me as your husband at all! You understand the teachings of Islam, but you can get out without permission easily! Now, who is outrageous?! Me or You?!” Yahya continued with hunting breath.

“I... Hhhh... I'm up to bang Yahya only.. I..” Lirih Iqlima with throat choked. The tears started flowing. He did not do any defense at all. Iqlima is totally resigned. He rubbed the falling water with the tip of his elbow. Iqlima stepped back. He quickly pulled the blanket and covered his body.

“A... I cannot do this.. A... I do not want to be treated this way. I have a feeling..” Said Iqlima lowered his head. His mind and self-esteem are hurt. Her current thoughts are Layla, Layla and Layla's pregnancy.

“Pun bang Yahya is my husband and I am a field for bang Yahya, but God commands him in a virtuous way, for the sake of benefit. Not solely because of the mere impingement of lust. Not because of the intense anger. Sorry I can't... A... I can't...” Continue. Iqlima clasped his hands tightly.

Yahya who was glued walked closer. He held out a hand raising Iqlima's chin upwards. For a moment they looked at each other. Yahya stared at Iqlima's bead-like eyes. Then he led his wife to sit on the bed. Yahya took the mineral water from the top of the nightstand, unscrewed the bottle and stretched it. The young man pulled Iqlima in his arms. He wanted his wife to feel what she was feeling.

“I have written a message to bang Yahya by letter before leaving.. I handed it to santriwati to be given to the security guard who is in charge of delivering it to bang Yahya! How difficult it is for me to ask my own husband for permission to go out for a while, but I also went out with my own in-laws, maybe I'll see you in 3 days or in a week....!"

" Hhh... My husband is not mine. Even so I understand how my position, I understand who I am. I also understand the consequences that I have to accept by dividing my husband into other women. So I who do not contribute anything must succumb, I must learn, I must pull over. I must set aside all ego and feelings that I feel.” Sarkas Iqlima in Yahya's arms. Though his words were piercing, yet quite orderly. Now he is much calmer.

Yahya. The words that Iqlima uttered made him closer and closer to the darling of the woman in his arms. The young man repeatedly kissed the wife's head. Iqlima's tears are back. Although she could not tell her heart clearly, at least now her husband knew that she was depressed.

“I'm sorry..” Say Yahya in the end. Very rare words he uttered.

"I'm sorry...." Yahya shed tears. He was also confused how to deal with Layla who was pregnant, Iqlima who was also hurt by his extended family with all their rules vetokan.

“Iqlim... Well. I. I want to admit something to you. A thing I never said during our marriage. I want to admit it now” This time Yahya loosened his bow. He looked back at the bead of Iqlima's eyes fixedly with a serious face. Feels magical, Yahya is like drowning in the roundabout of the black bead.

“Actually..”.

"I've already been men... "

Driiit Driiiit

Yahya's phone shook just as he wanted to make a confession. Call “Ummiku Dearest” decorate on glass screen.

“Shortly...” Say Yahya. Iqlima. He stared at Yahya's back, which moved away from the window, and then came back to him after a while.

“I have to go home now. We should go home. I'll take you to the pesantren!” Yahya said a little panicked. He made the jacket he was wearing. Pull out Iqlima's blanket and put the jacket on. Anxious face was clearly drawn there.

“What's bang?”

“Ummi called me to go home”

“Is there anything urgent?” Ask me again. Yahya nodded. He took the veil on the sofa and handed it to Iqlima to wear.

“What does this have to do with Layla or the child she contains?” On target. Yahya stopped his movements then slowly nodded.

“Layla complains her stomach hurts. He wants me there soon! Ummi just called the doctor!” Yahya said bluntly. Iqlima glued and gave her awkward smile. However, the child in Layla's womb is innocent.

“Jiddah hajjah will not allow it..” Lirih Iqlima fixed his veil.

“I'll take care of it..”

“No. I will still go home to the pesantren” Firm Iqlima.

“Well if that's what you want.”.

What bang Yahya does not understand.Life suffers from the origin of being near the bang Yahya I prefer rather than having to live far apart. At least me and bang Yahya were in the same neighborhood.

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“How is Layla, Mi?” Yahya asked hurriedly entering their room. Hajjah Aisyah who was standing by the door greeted him with a puffy face. Although the face is swollen but twinkling happiness is clearly there. Yahya was a little surprised when he saw Arya and Cahyati were also inside their room.

“Mi, what is it?!” Push Yahya again. He turned his gaze to Layla who was lying down. The woman smiled sweetly at him.

“Happy Gus Yahya, your baby twins!” Said the obstetrician radiantly. How proud he was to handle the prospective twins belonging to the descendants of the great family of Zakaria and Arya Pranawa. Yahya took a moment. He tried to understand what the doctor said.

“Really?” Ask the wife to make sure. Layla nodded.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Alhamdulillah..Alhamdulillah O Allah.” Say Yahya glazed. It is undeniable that Yahya feels grateful. She clasped Layla's hand in a deep sense of gratitude.

“Thank you dear... Thank you” Yahya said. Layla shed tears. He felt like he was in the clouds.

Even if this isn't Yahya's son, these kids will bring me good luck...

"Gus Yahya, Miss Layla's content is a little weak. I beg you to take care of him. Don't let Miss Layla be depressed, stressed or whatever. Miss Layla should also bedrest during the first trimester.. Do not do heavy things and routinely consume drugs that have been prescribed.. " The doctor advised.

"Good doc.. God willing I will take care of my wife and children" Sahut Yahya rubbed the head of Layla's head.

Everything went well. It seems like fate is indeed on Layla's side. Everything he wanted went perfectly. Arya and Cahyati before going home also advised that Yahya could pay more attention to the condition of the daughter who now lives the only one.

Hajjah Aisyah smiled with satisfaction. Now he can continue his work that is still piling up with a relieved heart. But Hajjah Aisyah did not immediately go to the office. He decided to pull over to the library. Accompanied by Sri, he sat back and read a book by sipping green tea from China.

"There's no point in me using Iqlima to get Yahya to marry Layla. Look. Now I will get a grandchild from the legitimate daughter-in-law that I desire... Not just one... I'll get two successors. God is very fair.... "

"Sri, can you feel how honorable Layla's family is. Cool, elegant, academic, bureaucratic, great entrepreneur. Ah, I don't think it's all in vain... " Hajjah Aisyah said at length loud and full of intonation. Sri just kept quiet.

"Haha... You tau? I told Iqlima that Yahya did not love him but rather loved Layla. That Yahya was depressed about marrying her. That Yahya spent a great deal of wealth to live him... So Iqlima should have given up. Yahya has given away thousands of joys to his own by denying his own happiness... Look, Sri! How much my strategy has yielded. I can't imagine a lifetime having to have a daughter-in-law like that village girl! Where will I put my face?! " Hajjah Aisyah continued to tell the story without pause. He was really satisfied. Then suddenly,

Brakkkk

The sound of the door slamming was heard.

"Ooo... So is that so mi? So this is the real reality?! " Yahya's thunderous voice sounded. Hajjah Aisyah was surprised not to be confused. He looked at the source of the voice. Yahya was already standing in front of the door with a face full of anger. Jaw hardens. Sri deliberately did not close the door.

"Yes... Yahya?? Since when were you there?! "

"So Ummi made Iqlima so? Ummi who made Iqlima threatened Yahya to marry Layla?! So it's all ummi?!" Yahya walked over with reddened eyes.

"Well... Yahya... "

"Jawab.... Answer it!!! I need an answer now!!! " Unbearable, this time Yahya yelled at his mother. The desperate Hajjah Aisyah did not know what to say.

"Ummi why shut up?! Answer mi, Jawabbb!!! "

"You dare yell at the mother who gave birth to you for the sake of that lowly woman, son?! " This time Hajjah Aisyah held his chest. I don't believe in Yahya's brutality.

"Well, I don't understand why Ummi would do this! "

"Yes... Ummi did it! Ummi forced Iqlima to make you marry Layla. Then why? Why?!" Challenge Hajjah Aisyah.

"It should have happened. It is fitting that Iqlima relented. He's a nobody. He's just a stranger who came in here without permission and without being invited! Ummi doesn't want a daughter-in-law like her...!!" Hajjah Aisyah's voice sounded painful in Yahya's ears. He nodded with a bitter smile.

"good. Yahya would tell Iqlima that Yahya loved him very much. Very much love him. Yahya can't live without it. Although a thousand people, a million people refused, Yahya very confidently said to stand by his side with his face straightened! He was the only one who made Yahya unable to sleep well because of his thought. He was the only person Yahya had always longed for from the surface of the skin to the bone. Know ummi? It is not Iqlima who is after Yahya, it is not my fault Iqlima is here... But it was Umm's son who wanted her... It was Ummah's son who was too afraid of losing her!!! " Yahya said aloud with emphasis. Hajjah Aisyah's confession made his anger very turbulent. His love grows many times. Yahya turned around. He will realize the words that have just been thrown out.

"Yahya... Yahyaaa... " Pursue Hajjah Aisyah pulling back Yahya's shirt.

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