Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 115: Back to Bustanul Jannah?

"Sister, I got all the photos of Iqlima's rot! " Hajjah Aisyah cried to Wirda who was being massaged by her sister Fatma. The woman hurriedly approached them.

Iqlima's rot? Who is meant?What is Ning Iqlima? Fatma surprised. Wirda casually picked up the apple and devoured it. He codified Hajjah Aisyah to be careful in speaking.

"Ah there dik Fatma turns out, how are you? " Tanya Hajjah Aisyah was stale.

"Good brother Hajjah..."

"Ayeah, Haris will soon be getting married... Did you tell me about the matchmaking? "

"Not brother, maybe Zakaria Shaykh can report directly. I'm afraid Haris will refuse if I preach"

"Ah, Haris is a filial son. God willing all will not be difficult. hehehe"

"Amin I hope"

"Then we wait until Yahya comes home from America, Haris will be able to face directly! "

"Okay, then excuse me to go home"

"It's such a hurry"

"I've been here since... Excuse me, brother Wirda, brother Aisyah... " Fatma said after shaking hands and hugging her two brothers.

"Huft, Fatma is really innocent and naive! Much different from Brother Wirda" commented Hajjah Aisyah.

"Yes, it's clearly different levels. Fatma was pingit in a remote pesantren. I'm more international" Sahut Wirda of.

"Eat him I'm not compatible with Fatma. Awkward to talk. Less firmness. Less connecting! "

"That's why you need to be more careful when you talk. The more innocent the more we don't know what his heart is. You're talking about Iqlima in front of the "alim" Fatma? Is that true? You're fucking crazy! " The Hajjah Wirda.

"I'm deliverance. Good thing Wirda reminded... "

"Well, where's the evidence you're talking about? The evidence is not fake! " Said Hajjah Wirda lightly.

"No. This is definitely genuine! Look it! " Hajjah Aisyah immediately showed me the pictures of Iqlima.

"Whataa?? Asterghfirulagalazim......... Crazy one! So he's out for fun?!" Hajjah Wirda pretended to be surprised.

"Iqlima is indeed ajaar!!! My son played with her!!! "

"I don't know if you're happy or angry right now! But your expression is not like an angry person! " Sindir Wirda's. Hajjah Aisyah's radiant face changed.

"I'm actually angry! The overall! But fortunately there are these photos, it could be a boomerang for Iqlima. This is a weapon so that Yahya can immediately divorce him! The guilty one is Iqlima... So Iqlima won't get a penny from Yahya after they're separated!"

"Aisha, you must inform Yahya immediately. Let Yahya divorce her! Yahya is very compatible with Layla. They were meant to be together forever"

"For sure, if need be I will gather a large family let Iqlima be ashamed! "

"Don't! Let Yahya alone know, the time you will spread those indecent photos to the extended family! Where is Marwah Bustanul Jannah?! "

"Ah yes, Brother Wirda is indeed the most reliable. I'm a little dazed. The office is still very much. I also have to buy some CVs as well as the contractors! " Hajjah Aisyah massaged her temple.

"Obviously, don't be beautiful and the British know. You must move quickly to convince Yahya! " Hajjah Wirda said with a serious facial expression. He persuaded Hajjah Aisha by slightly turning his lips up.

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Iqlima opened his eyes slowly. He felt glare by the bright light. The all-white view was the room he occupied at the moment.

Am I dead?

“Iqlima, are you awake?” Ilyas' voice shocked him.

“Us.. tadz Ilyas?” Iqlima is weak. The infusion hose is still attached to his arm.

“Thank God you're sober. Allahu Musta’an! Ma’af I had to stand guard myself here. But there was Dara. He came home for a while.”.

“Te.. thanks.. Ssss” Say Iqlima hissing pain. He still felt pain in his head.

“You don't talk much and move first! I'll call the doctor soon!”

Ilyas went straight out. Iqlima took pains to wake up. He remembered not having prayed.

What time is it now? His murmur directed a look at the wall. At 23.25 wib. It was almost midnight. He's dizzy. His head hurt a lot. Iqlima also felt powerless. He decided to stay with the dust of the window next to him. Iqlima was performing takbiratul ihram when Ilyas and the doctor entered the room.

“Like his patient's condition is very good to be able to pray!” The doctor was amazed. About 7 minutes the doctor and ilyas waited while having a little chat. After that the doctor again examined Iqlima and ordered the nurse to inject vitamin drugs into the infusion tube.

"Tomorrow the lab results you can take tomorrow! " Said the Doctor to Ilyas.

Outside the room, Rusdi who had been standing guard at the door was worried by Yahya's reply.

Rus, I have a lot of agenda to handle today. Please don't bother me. For business in Jakarta, as long as you can handle it, please handle it yourself.

How is this, Rabb... Gus Yahya's... Gus Yahya's... Whose wife am I supposed to take care of? Rusdi massaged his temple. He wanted to return home, rest in peace and not care about Iqlima who had been handled by Ilyas. But his respect for Yahya's first wife discouraged him from leaving. Although now outside of his working time, Rusdi hopes he can still survive.

“Sorry... You, who's the patient?”

“I..”

“Sorry, I can not inform the state of the patient to outside” said the doctor directly passed. Rusdi dilemma. He scratched his head which was actually itchy because of sweat.

"Ustadz Ilya.... I have to get out of here" Iqlima said almost inaudibly. His voice sounded raucous. But he already feels better.

"After you recover. I'm gonna get you out of here"

"I've been a big hassle"

"Iqlima, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Why did you get like this? What the hell is going on? " Tanya Ilyas. He couldn't stop himself from asking.

"The story is very long... I don't know where to start" Sahut Iqlima began to shed tears. Ilyas took a handkerchief out of his pants pocket and handed her over.

"I'm fine! Ustadz Ilyas need not pity me" Iqlima said. He glanced to the right and left. Although the room is quite spacious with open window curtains, Iqlima still feels uncomfortable.

"I don't pity you. I loved you..."

"..."

"Maybe in the past we have a story, but can we ignore it and realize that we are brothers and sisters? Is not the Muslim one with the other like the body? If one limb is sick, the other member is sick! So am I to you. I care about you, Iqlima! " Light of Ilyas. There was a rumble in Iqlima's heart, he was a little moved by Ilyas' kindness. It is undeniable that from the beginning Iqlima fled, Ilyas was one of the people who helped him the most.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

The sound of knocking on the door blew away their concentration.

"Assalamu'alaikum, I'm sorry I was sassy. Can I come in? " Task Rusdi at the door. Iqlima was shocked. Ilyas' face was instantly sour.

Is Yahya here? Is Yahya looking for him? Iqlima's face turned slightly bright. Rusdi's presence makes him almost forget how sad his condition has been in the last few days.

"Miss Iqlima, I want to visit! " Continue Rusdi whose request was not granted. Ilyas gave the code so Iqlima wouldn't allow it.

"A little while, miss! " Cool, Rusdi moved his feet closer. Iqlima. His eyes focused on the door. If only Yahya would appear.

"I'm alone, Miss! " Say Rusdi understood what Iqlima was worried about. Immediately Iqlima's heart melos. Yahya is not here. Yahya didn't pick her up. Ilyas with his sour face was forced to pull over. He refused to leave the room.

"Miss, how's the lady? "

"Where do you know I'm here? " Task Iqlima to the point.

"Go back to the house of Bustanul Jannah, Miss..."

"Did Yahya tell you to pick me up? "

"Gus Yahya is not here. Gus Yahya is in Los Angeles. There are business matters that cannot be represented"

"Loe... Los Angeles? "

Rusdi nodded.

"Did Bang Yahya go there with Layla? " Jinan Iqlima. He regretted the question coming out of his mouth.

"Hm... Gus Yahya, Hm... "

"It's okay, it doesn't have to be answered. But I'm fine if Yahya and Layla go together"

"A work visit to LA must be accompanied by a wife... So then... " Rusdi said half lying. Afraid he glanced at Iqlima's expression. The woman in front of him looked tough. From the corner of the room, Ilyas smiled sinisterly.

"Miss,, "

"Actually what do you need to see me? "

"Gus Yahya ordered to find the lady"

"I don't want to go back! "

"But why miss? Bustanul Jannah is the home of the lady, Gus Yahya is looking for the lady to and fro! "

"I just want to separate from Bang Yahya! "

"It's okay! Doesn't matter! That's Miss Iqlima and Gus Yahya's household. It's a family thing. But miss, however, the lady should do her in a good way. Even if you have to separate, part ways makruf. Go back, ask for divorce if it is indeed a solution "

"Rusdi, you're too involved!! " The Ilyas approaching.

"Sorry Gus Ilyas, but this is the best I can do as a representative of Gus Yahya! Escape is not the solution! Satan loves fighting so much, come back, miss... If indeed the lady feels dzolimi, I am ready to accompany the lady for divorce filing" Rusdi said.

Iqlima. What Rusdi said is true. Iqlima. But Yahya did not desecrate her. His feelings are too fragile because Iqlima loves Yahya too much, but Yahya's happiness is in Layla. And Iqlima wants Yahya to be happy. Although Yahya's happiness makes his heart must be broken into pieces many times. But the solution is the best solution.

"Bang Rusdi, Ustadz Ilyas. Thank ye. But for now please leave me alone" Pinta Iqlima. Rusdi nodded and withdrew. He promised to come back tomorrow to pick up Iqlima. Ilyas was also forced out of the room. In addition, Wirda has called him many times.

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