Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 112: The Incoming Message

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Yahya's phone is shaking. Rusdi. Regardless of Hajjah Aisyah and Layla, Yahya immediately went out of the room to receive a call. The movement of Yahya made Layla and Hajjah Aisyah look at each other.

“What's Rus? Do you know where Iqlima is?”

“Alhamdulillah I found the bright spot, Gus!”

“Quickly tell me where Iqlima is?!”

“Nona Iqlima is in a hotel”

“Ho... tel?”

“Clearly Gus!”

“Which hotel?!”

“I'm still investigating. Photo from the informant I got, there are two hotels that are similar to the place where Miss Iqlima is. Now I'm checking it"

I hate injustice!! Iqlima could have escaped from the mas and had fun with other men!!!! But look what you're doing?? I can only think, think and think of that woman!!! Layla's words were ringing in Yahya's mind.

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"Gus, Gus Yahya will wait or still leave for America?” Ask Rusdi carefully. Yahya glanced at his watch.

“Hmh... Iqlima... You take care of it..”.

“A.. What's Gus?”

“I have to leave now” Firmly Yahya closed their conversation. Rusdi scratched his non-itchy head. He was confused by the attitude of Yahya who previously so passionate mancari Iqlima. Now his first wife was almost found, but Yahya even showed the opposite attitude.

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“Come we leave!” Invite Yahya to pull Layla's hand with a face that is difficult to interpret. They quickly headed for the airport.

“I extended the day of our visit in US. We will settle there some time after the work visit” Yahya said when their plane had taken off in the air.

“Lengthen days in America? There is a follow-up event, huh?” Layla asked, frowning.

“No. I want us to get a little tired out of the hustle and bustle of Jakarta. Maybe America is not the right choice. But suppose we could go to Chicago, a quieter place. You are also pregnant. Pregnant women need a lot of refreshing so that the fetus can grow well” Terang Yahya pulled Layla's hand and grasped it. The woman was stunned. For a while he was silent without blinking.

“Layla... Dik Layla..” Call Yahya make a hand wave gesture from his first class chair.

“Hihihi..” Layla giggles with her mouth shut.

“Why?Is there anything strange?”

“No. I just laughed happily. My mood immediately skyrocketed 1000 percent!”

“Why can it be?”

“Didn't in other words invite me to do a babymoon? I felt like I was flying high in space. Uh, but now we're in space... Hahaha” Layla. Yahya smile. Ah, this girl always says what's on her mind. Layla is different from other Javanese girls who are generally shy, but she can always bluntly express what she feels.

Be blunt? a very familiar word. Yahya sighed. Undeniably, he still did not calm down thinking about Iqlima. Yahya wants to land in LA soon and is looking forward to news from Rusdi. Yahya the glass window cover next to it. Cumulus clouds are rolling around out there. The shadows of Iqlima filled his mind. Yahya's heart aches. He hopes the decision to come to America is not a mistake.

Hmh…. Good Job, Layla! Mas Yahya you start on the way forget Iqlima... Are you starting to side with me now? Yess!!! Layla murmured in a fist with joy. She looked at her husband who was asleep. A good start. The trip to America was so much fun.

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Iqlima slowly opened his eyes. He awakens. His head feels heavy. Iqlima feels dizzy. He looked around. The woman was still in the same hotel room. He was also still lying on the floor again.

“Huk Huk Huk” Iqlima coughed. With great difficulty he got up trying to sit down. But unfortunately, Iqlima fell. His body was back on the floor. He felt weak. His energy is drained. It was like running a marathon.

“What is this?” Iqlima fumbled his clothes. Full set of clothes is still worn. He also felt his lips that felt sore because of the rupture. Iqlima needs water. It was like being severely dehydrated.

“Do I dream? Last night I felt unconscious. Someone drugged me!” Lirih Iqlima was barely making a sound. He had to stay in place to recover his energy.

Iqlima's tears returned. His lips were shaking violently. He glanced around. Magnificent luxury hotel room. But Iqlima was not interested in enjoying it. The crystal gold room felt very quiet. There is only one. Iqlima felt alone. Bad thoughts attack him. Iqlima was trembling in fear.

“But what time is it? Is it dawn?” Iqlima's eyes quickly looked towards the wall clock. It's at 17:05 wib.

“Still ahead of maghrib? Not likely. Looks like the wall clock was broken” Thought Iqlima. He who thinks he has just finished praying isya feels awkward.

“Ssssss...” Iqlima hissing pain. He had trouble moving his body. His muscles still feel stiff. But slowly he was able to sit normally and even stand up. Iqlima is still digesting what happened to him. Trudgingly he walked towards the glass window.

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Iqlima flicked the curtain curtain. Scenery floated. But how surprised he was when he saw the city was still in a state of bright light. A twilight ray gushed from above the sky.

“Yes Rabb.. What's the matter? How many hours did I fall asleep?!” Iqlima held his head which still felt heavy. He felt very weak. With all his strength he turned the direction and took his cellphone which was on the nightstand. Before actually leaving the hotel, he must contact Rais first.

***

Hajjah Aisyah was cleaning up the file when a message reached her phone.

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“Abah?” The middle-aged woman's attention was distracted when the husband entered to meet her in the study.

“Mi, have you heard of nak Iqlima?”

“Abah.. Abah. He already knows the direction and can go home by himself!” Sahut Hajjah Aisyah relaxed indifferently.

“Ummi this how? The slightest time did not have any anxiety on the daughter-in-law!” Abah shook his head. Wonder.

“Just if Iqlima wants to go home please... No one forbids... If not, how about Bah? Toh Ummi is not a necromancer who can see his existence!” Ketus Hajjah Aisyah's. Haji Zakaria could only sigh. His phone vibrated too. A message came in.

Assalamu'alaikum Prof, the article that must be revised has been completed. I look forward to seeing Professor Yahya in the near future for a consultation. May the Professor deign to Approve his 🙏

From: Jelita.

Haji Zakaria was silent for a moment. Currently he is not in the mood to meet students and is focusing his attention on the case of the departure of Iqlima.

Meet me tomorrow morning at 09:00.

Thus did the Hajj Zakaria reply. However, he should not hinder his student guidance. Still with the same sense of concern, Haji Zakaria chose to get out of the room. Hajjah Aisyah who was secretly watching her husband's behavior immediately arched a cynical smile.

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Hajjah Asiyah's phone is shaking again. This time over and over again. He who is again taking care of business reports must clack up. Hajjah Asiyah was forced to pick up the phone and pick up the call.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ummi Hajjah"

"Yes, what's wrong? "

"Did Umm Hajjah see the message sent? "

"What's really going on? "

"It has been alleged, Umm Hajjah has not seen. Ummi Hajjah should see her soon! "

"Just say what's wrong?! I don't have time to waste! "

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Call adjudicated.

"Huh. Edan!! People today have no manners! " Umpat Hajjah Aisyah is getting worse. But he chose to keep checking incoming messages. A second, two seconds, ten seconds passed. Hajjah Asiyah raised his eyes. He was surprised not to get stuck. Photos and videos of Iqlima filled his cell phone.

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