Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 103: Exclusive

"Wait on! Yahya... Yahyaaa... " Pursue Hajjah Aisyah pulled the back of Yahya's shirt from behind after the son made a shocking statement. Yahya. He had to stop stepping.

"Bury your dreams deep! Right now you can't say anything to Iqlima! " Hajjah Aisha's words made Yahya turn around. He sighed.

"In our household, let Yahya alone lead it! Ummi can give Yahya advice or enter. But let Yahya make the decision! Just as Ummi let Abah lead, allow ananda to do so too! " Yahya said firmly but still with a polite tone. He still chose the right word diction even though a great rumble felt tight on the chest. Hajjah Aisyah nodded. Yahya took a swing to get out.

"No to this case Yahya! Don't be selfish!"

"Ummi is selfish!! Ummi never thought about how Iqlima felt! How he always harbors his pain!" Sahut Yahya. Red curls on the face sticking out can not be in the elak.

"It's up to you to come back to calling ummi selfish or some other name! But Yahya, if you realize your wish, then be prepared that you will lose two or even three lives at once! "

"A... What does ummi mean? " Yahya.

"Have you forgotten that Layla is pregnant with your children?! Didn't you hear well what the doctor said? Layla's content is weak, son... He should not be stressed, should not bear the burden of the mind... "

"It's all because of Ummi. If Ummi had not interfered in our household then everything would have been fine...There is no such thing as regret or sacrifice! " Tukas Yahya is sharp.

"You can blame ummi for everything that happened. Your mother who gave birth to you just wants to do her best. Yeah, you're all grown up now, you're so good at talking... And once you're smart, now you're attacking people who love you so much... Who taught you a lot... The one who has crushed his bones is rather you can be present in this world! " Sindir Hajjah Aisyah is no less sharp. Yahya was silent. He lowered. Hajjah Aisyah came closer.

"Either you will hear these words of your ummi or not, or either you will hate ummi for the rest of your life just for the sake of a foreign woman, but clearly everything has already happened and is inevitable...

"Son, if you announce your false feelings to Iqlima and expose everything that has happened, it is not impossible that Iqlima will regret it. He will regret everything... He'll tell Layla the truth... He'll rule you and make Layla feel bad....

"Yeah, you can love Iqlima, but whatever you say, Layla is also your wife... You must also take responsibility for him! You have to be fair even if you marry Iqlima first. So here.the announcement that you are revealing will certainly make Iqlima worse... He will suffer more. The worst possibility is... You can lose the twins maybe even his mother at once" This time Hajjah Aisyah's words succeeded in making Yahya not only sculpted but also amazed.

"So son, please think with a cool head... Don't be rash, don't be selfish... This is not just a matter of Layla containing your baby or just a feeling of personal love. But the great beauty is here! It's a matter of heredity... If in the great family of Abdurrahman we can only expect Haris, then in the successor of the Zakariah family... Only you can hope, son! Do not remove the expectations of large families as well as society. You are a figure. You're the leader of the pesantren... We need successors to continue the relay of the struggle of the Prophet in upholding Shiar Islam. In fact, if Layla's son can't give you offspring, then you must marry a third or fourth woman in order to keep the family's successor awake! This is the unavoidable thing of your life! " The words of Hajjah Aisyah again succeeded in making Yahya surprised.

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Driiiit

The sound of the door's squealing made Layla's gaze diverted. He whose shoulders are being massaged immediately saw Yahya coming. Her husband immediately hinted at the assistant to leave the two of them in the room.

"I hear pregnant women love fruits. I didn't know you liked fruit that tasted sour or sweet. So I had the seller wrap up many kinds of fruits for you! " Say Yahya put a large basket on the nightstand.

"I like sweet things! " Layla's voice shines. Yahya opened the plastic pack to pick up a honey mango and would peel it off but Layla quickly hugged Yahya from behind.

"I miss the mas... It's been a long time since I've come to me! " Bisik Layla's. His hand moved rubbing the chest of Yahya's field with a spoiled motion. Not until there, his nimble hands also unbuttoned the shirt that Yahya wore. The clasped honey mango came loose.

"Hm... " Yahya cleared his throat breaking the awkwardness. He picked up a mango rolling on the floor.

"You eat mango first"

"I don't want to eat fruit... " Sahut Layla's. Yahya's movement stopped. He put the fruits back on the spot and approached Layla. Yahya looked at him.

"Ja.. So what do you want to eat? What do you want? I'll buy her! " Task Yahya again. Layla's face changed. He chose to sit on the edge of the bed with a grumbling face. Layla's getting upset. Her husband is completely insensitive.

"You angry? I'm sorry..." Lirih Yahya's

"Hhhh... " Layla grunts.

"Tell me what you want... I will fulfill it... " Say Yahya. Doubtfully he approached and sat down beside Layla. The words of Hajjah Aisyah who had just been thrown about being fair are still attached to the memory. But to be honest Yahya is confused what to do.

"Mas Yahya treated me very coldly. It is very different when Yahya treats Iqlima! I was pregnant with my child! " Ketus Layla's.

Treating Iqlima? Ah yeah... Iqlim... What the hell is he doing? Yahya's heart wondered. For a moment he was pensive. The sentence that Layla uttered brought her thoughts floating on her first wife. How Hajjah Aisyah had made him sacrifice many things. Yahya remembered the good times in early marriage.

"I want to be treated the same... Loved wholeheartedly... Even more... Can't Yahya fulfill my wish... The wish of a wife who has conceived an heir to a mas and a large family! " Layla. He hugged Yahya again. This time Layla's hand penetrated into a more private place. Yahya jerks. Reverie's scum. Yahya. The signal is present. Yahya quickly held Layla's hand stopping her movement.

"Why mas? "

"Ti's... No why-not... Hmh, you remember what the doctor said, right? Your content is still weak... I'm afraid you and our future son are doing nothing! Be rested... A... L'm... There's something I have to do! " Say Yahya stood up quickly. Before leaving he glanced at Layla's flat stomach. Yahya reached out his hand there.

"Healthy, son...! All right, you're here in the deck..! " Yahya said stiffly. After that the man immediately shot out leaving Layla who harbored resentment.

Outside the door, Yahya saw Sri who was like him going to meet Hajjah Aisyah. Their views meet. Yahya quickly waved his hand. He took Sri away from the side of the room.

"Is Iqlima in the boarding house? " The first question was asked. Sri nodded.

"I called her but there was no answer! "

"By learning kusyu' an, miss Iqlima is not allowed to use a mobile phone during boarding school by Jiddah Hajjah Maharani, Gus! "

"Ck. Just pantesan... Jiddah really realized his wish! " Gerutu Yahya scratched his head that was not itchy. Layla made him imagine the no-no about Iqlima. It's enough to make her feel sultry. Yahya is very upset.

"You have already read Sri, thank you! "

"Shortly Gus...! " Sri prevented Yahya who was about to turn around. He glanced to the right and to the left.

"Yes? "

"Will Gus Yahya talk to Miss Iqlima? " Bisik Sri be careful.

"of course. But at the moment it is impossible... " Yahya's law is lethargic.

"really? How-to? " Tanya Yahya was interested.

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"Ummi didn't understand why Iqlima had secretly taken me away! " Hajjah Aisyah protested when she saw her husband had just closed the Mushaf and put it neatly in his place. He who has just given Yahya many ultimatums is still not satisfied with what happened.

"Obah only brought his daughter to eat, go for a walk and visit the university. Thats all... " Sahut Haji Zakaria relax.

"Abah's son-in-law isn't just Iqlima! But also Layla! Why does Ummi feel unfair! "

"Ummi is overdoing it and exaggerating! Is not it now that both Layla, Yahya, and Ummi are happy? Nak Layla Alhamdulillah managed to conceive. This is not bad news, very good! It's just that I just want to spread a little bit of that happy energy on Iqlima. There's no harm, right? " Haji Zakaria spoke from her seat. He's getting ready to go out of the room.

"Iqlima is indeed the kind of person who is easily envious... He should also be happy to hear this good news, instead of looking for sympathy and trouble abah! " Ketus Hajjah Aisyah with a matted face.

"Ummi... Abah did not think about why my wife had such a small mind... Already have... Abah is arguing. Abah wants to get out first! "

"Will I take Iqlima out again? " Tanya Hajjah Aisyah was quick but the husband did not press her. Haji Zakaria continued his intention to leave their room.

"yeah... Abahs! Don't we? Abah wants to take Iqlima away, right?! " Todong Hajjah Aisyah did not give up. Haji Zakaria was forced to stop her steps and sigh.

"It never again takes Ummi for a walk... Ummi always ignored..." Lirih Hajjah Aisyah looked down sad. Haji Zakaria is approaching. He lifted his wife's face and then cupped both cheeks.

"Abah wants to meet Haji Amiruddin to discuss the match between nak Haris and nak Hana, his only daughter. Thank God Hajj Amir's response was positive. We'll have dinner outside, hm?" Haji Zakaria said with a warm smile. Before actually leaving the room, do not forget he kissed the top of the head of the wife.

"A... What bah? " Hajjah Aisyah staggered. The problem of Iqlima has not completely calm him. Now Hajjah Aisyah has to face a new son-in-law who according to him is also not worth being a companion of his close relatives. What to say, Haji Zakaria has already darted away.

"Sri.... Sriii.... " Call Hajjah Aisyah to massage her temple.

"Sriii..... " The person called is absent. Hajjah Aisyah made a phone call. The number is busy.

Where's Sri? Hajjah Aisyah's head became more and more painful. He walked slowly to the bathroom to wash his face, but suddenly...

Tuuu....

Aaaawwwww Astaghfirullah....

Hajjah Aisyah screeched loudly. He sat down on the floor after his forehead hit a pole on the edge of the room feeling close to the bathroom door.

Sriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!! Hajjah Aisyah gave a strong screech.

While Sri himself was in front of the room Iqlima on the outside. He lent his phone to the woman so that Yahya and Iqlima could make an exclusive video call. He who had given a fresh idea to Yahya, immediately welcomed it well.

"Are you comfortable being there? Honestly, I've never seen his room..." Yahya says attention.

"The room is comfortable enough to be occupied alone... " Sahut Iqlima while making the phone into rear camera mode and circulate it around. Honestly, even though he was still very disappointed in Yahya, the video call from the husband was enough to make his heart feel flowering.

"Already have... I'm calling to see you, not to look at the wall! " Ktus Yahya's. Iqlima quickly changed the camera mode.

"Why wear mukena when you are not praying? "

"Involuntarily used because Yahya knows how to call..." Sahut Iqlima flat.

"Open it! Wearing a veil/mukena in the room will make you hot. Your hair can dandruff! Further..your hair can be flea!" Yahya acted wisely.

"Dandruff? A flea? " Iqlima frowned.

"Yes...! As the leader of the pesantren I heard a lot of rumors that santri often complained of his head itching because of a tick stung... A strange plague... "

"Later. Just used for a while... After Yahya's bang closes the call, I'll open it right away! "

"Why is that?! " Yahya's Protest.

"Actually bang Yahya contacted me because of what? Not to argue with the face I'm wearing, right? "

"Hm... " Yahya seemed to think.

"What's calling because I want to hear an apology from you for what happened in the apartment"

"I don't feel like I've done anything wrong! "

"Isn't a wife apologizing a natural thing? Who knows if there was a mistake you made intentionally... Hmh, as a husband who is far from perfect... Even if your mistakes are bigger... "

"Yes... I'm sorry... Hmh, especially my attitude in the apartment... I've been so outrageous... " Clear Iqlima. Pucuk in love ulam also arrived.

"All right.... I'll forgive you, as long as you.... " Yahya paused her sentence.

"As long as what? "

"As long as you want..... " Say Yahya. The next sentence managed to make Iqlima's face flushed.

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