Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

106: Diamond And Silver

"I'm just wondering, you already know Yahya doesn't love you... Yahya has a child with Layla. But you're still hanging on and being a prankster in their relationship! You only become Yahya's impingement material when he needs to. Not more! Just as a thirst-quenchant when his body churns! At any time you can be kicked anytime he wants! You really have no self-respect! You glorify love and loyalty! But do you think, is this the love that you exalt? Is this the sanctity of love? Surviving to hurt many. You are too troublesome and have no shame! " Hajjah Aisyah's reading pierced sharply.

"I don't know what's your reason for staying here! You are amazing! You're wall-faced! " Continue Hajjah Aisyah. This time his words really made Iqlima sick. Much more painful than Sri's slap. Even far beyond all that.

Hajjah Aisyah passed after finishing her painful words.

"Sri, wait a minute?! Why are you still there? " Call him to surprise Sri. After looking at Iqlima guiltily, the young girl also passed away leaving Iqlima who looked down sad with tears flowing.

Chequelek

"You called me? " Tanya Yahya opened Layla's room door.

"Mas... My leg hurts. Our baby also makes my stomach a little cramped" Adu Layla grimaced.

"Hm... I'll massage your legs! "

"Where have you been? "

"I'm from the main room"

"In the room alone? " Yahya nodded.

"Before? "

"I talked to Ummi and Jiddah"

"Is that all? " Yahya nodded back.

"Mas didn't see Iqlima did he? " Search Layla. Yahya stopped the massage.

"Why are you silent? "

"I'm seeing Iqlima or not, it's not a problem. Even though our status is husband and wife, we still have each other's privacy! I hope you understand your limits! " Recisive Yahya. Layla's face turned crumpled.

"Mas is too rude to me.. " Layla pulls her foot out of Yahya's hand.

"On Iqlima..." Layla. The young man breathed.

"I'm sorry... I'm just a little tired! I'm gonna go back to massaging you, hm? "

"If you want to massage me, do it right and seriously... " Layla picked up the cream that was nearby. He also put away the long dress that covered his legs. The beautiful legs are now perfectly exposed.

"Massage then! " Layla's orders saw Yahya being transfixed.

"Wait anymore?! "

With doubt Yahya began to apply the cream to Layla's feet.

"Mas... "

"Hmh..."

"A little bit more up!" Pinta Layla's. He carried his hands near his knees.

"More to the top! On the knees! In here! " Sign Layla again. Yahya raised his head in surprise.

"Why? Mas objection? Aye right? I don't want to touch me! I feel jijiik! I feel like a maggot!!!" Tukas Layla was impatient. He's really upset. Layla pulls herself.

"Layla, I don't want to discuss anything! " Yahya said no less. He who is not okay after meeting his mother and grandmother can only stand up and grunt.

"Hiks hyks... Then why would you marry me if you could only hurt me?! As a wife, I feel ashamed! Hiks..." Layla wiped her tears.

"I know you don't like me... I knew being alone like this with me was just a burden... I know how much I'm so saddened by all this! " Lirih Layla with a voice that sounded raucous. Yahya.

"La... Layla.... Why are you?! Layla...!! " Yahya shakes his wife's body. Panicked. Layla continues to moan. Yahya hugged her tightly.

"Sick mas... So hurt... " Layla's Scene.

"Where's the pain?!" Yahya quickly took the phone. He calls his assistants to help him get Layla to the hospital.

"Yes Rabb... How's this... Dear... Hang in... " Clear Yahya ruffled his coarse hair.

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Iqlima walked lethargicly on the sidewalk carrying a tote bag. He rubbed the sweat on his face. After the death of Hajjah Aisyah, Iqlima immediately brought makeshift goods leaving Bustanul Jannah.

Iqlima raised his face to a clear sky without clouds. Although the sky today is very bright, but his face can not cover the eternity in his heart. The words of Hajjah Aisyah continued to ring in the mind. Fulfill every space. Words hurt but for him it was the truth. An accuracy that he could not at all refute.

Why would you survive if you only hurt so many people? You don't know shame...

Is this the sanctity of the love you exalted?

You only become Yahya's impingement material when he needs to. Not more! Just as a thirst-quenchant when his body churns!

Iqlima smiled bitterly as he wiped his fallen tears. Iqlima's head hurt, his eyes twitched. Troubled, he continued his journey. For now, Iqlima still has no direction and purpose. But what he knew, he had to quickly get away from the residence of Bustanul Jannah. For the last time Iqlima looked back.

May Yahya be happy with him. Let this one-handed love be brought with me. I can still accept if I'm just an impingement for my own husband. But the fact that my existence has hurt so many people, I can't. I would curse my life if I still didn't know myself. Goodbye to Yahya and all the memories....

Iqlima reversing course. After that he walked quickly. Iqlima only brought a small part of his belongings because many were still left in the main room. Only one was still disturbing his mind. The thing that made Iqlima think long before actually deciding to leave, namely the existence of his diary. The woman forgot where to put her personal notes.

Sreeettt

"Iqlime....! " Call someone pull Iqlima's arm. The sound is not foreign. Iqlima was stunned to see who called him.

"Maryaaaam??!! " Iqlima's pupils dilated. He was surprised not to get stuck.

"I miss you so much... I've been looking for you everywhere... I'm looking for you all the way to the Bustanul Jannah pesantren... I went there many times but they said you weren't there... "

Ja's... So what I saw at the boarding school last time was really Maryam? Iqlima frowned.

"Why are you here? What are you doing here alone? " Tanya Maryam clasped tightly onto Iqlima's hand.

"I'm really frustrated looking for you... I almost went back to Aceh, but it turns out we are still destined to greet each other... Why are you just silent? Why don't you hug me? " Tanya Maryam spread out her hands.

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"Are ummi sure Iqlima escaped?! Ummm know where it's from?" Ilyas asked frantically through the phone line.

"It has. Don't ask too many questions! Hurry up after him! Ummi has told Mr. Karim to follow him! He is currently in Bustanul Jannah. Wait when the position is a little bit away. You take her with you! " Tell Wirda who felt all his incitement to Aisyah went perfectly. Iqlima swallowed all those negative words.

"Good mi... " Sahut Ilyas obedient though with various questions still enveloped his head. Ilyas still did not understand what was happening.

"Son, listen to this! This is your chance. A golden opportunity that may not be repeated. Take Iqlima with you... He has abandoned Yahya. I'm sure they'll get divorced! Son, Ummi has approved of you with him.. It doesn't matter if she's a girl or a widow, that's obvious... She's a fine woman... She's the daughter of a wealthy family... Remember that! Ummi has worked so far! Furthermore depends on the art of your prowess in seizing his heart! Go back to your first love... "

"Tb... But mi.... "

Tiiit Tiiit...

"Mii... Ummi...." Hajjah Wirda decided on the phone unilaterally.

Iqlime... Have you really abandoned Yahya?

Huhhhhh... I guessed! The brengs*k it... really bedeba*h!! How dare he waste a diamond like Iqlima then replace it with silver!!! Ilyas clenched his hands before actually going on his new mission.

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