Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 117: The Face That Changed Time and Time

Rusdi fell silent when Iqlima decided not to come with him to Bustanul Jannah. There's nothing Rusdi can do. Pun Yahya in LA does not want to be disturbed. Rusdi could not make any decision.

“Then let me deliver miss!” Tawar Rusdi's.

“Thank you. But I still have no purpose. You better get your job done than be nice to me by wasting your time” Sahut Iqlima get ready. He stuffed two pieces of clothing and a piece of cloth into his backpack.

How could I go back to Bustanul Jannah with Rusdi? Wouldn't it be so embarrassing? Ummi will hate me even more and assume I am truly a shameless person! I can't stand staying in the pesantren for long.

Iqlima's eyes were wet again. He secretly removed it.

“Rusdi, what else are you waiting for? You've heard Iqlima's decision clearly right?” Todong Ilyas raised his eyebrows up.

“Then, I excuse miss”

“Thanks for your time”

Rusdi nodded. The young man looked back before he really moved. Rusdi massaged his temple. Rusdi heavy stepping. He knew exactly how Yahya loved Iqlima. But now, things are really not up to expectations.

“Ustadz Ilyas, I don't know how to repay Ustadz's kindness. But I promise to pay all the fees I've spent one day”.

“You don't have to think about it! What matters now where are you going? Let me drive you”

Iqlima.

“Just follow me to the Foundation. My offer in the past still stands. You can be a teacher there, so you don't have to feel indebted

Iqlima. He did not want Yahya and his family to think badly before they were actually divorced.

“Iqlima will come with me!” Dara suddenly appeared from behind the door.

“Iqlima, come with me. I'm alone in apartment”

“I will be very troublesome brother Dara”

“No. I'm glad I have friends. Rather than me having to constantly trouble this guy if I feel lonely!” Sindir Dara on Ilyas. Iqlima smile. He felt that Ilyas and Dara were compatible.

“Good. But for a few days!”

“Asper you! Everything is free. A day two days or a lifetime! Don't be so shy. As a fellow nomads, I can feel what you feel!” Close Dara embraces Iqlima. Together they headed for the parking lot.

"Then you take Iqlima to rest! I'll visit you guys later! " Say Ilyas, excuse me. He got into his own car.

"Kak Dara and Ustadz Ilyas... "

"Why? "

"Very suitable! "

"Haha... Just be right! I haven't been able to move on from Yahya! How could I possibly fall in love with Ilyas! "

"Baa... Bang Yahya's? " Iqlima's face changed.

"Hey don't frown, don't take it seriously. I'm just kidding...! Hahaha" said Dara laughing holding her stomach with one hand. One hand is used to drive.

"I'm not whining. I'm now so curious about the past of Brother Dara and bang Yahya! I want Brother Dara to tell me! "

"My past and Yahya's? " This time Dara's face changed. Honestly, he did not want to remember the bitter past that traumatized Yahya.

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Send photos of Iqlima to Yahya right now! Yahya must hate Iqlima as much as he hates! Nyai Wirda must play neatly if he wants to make Iqlima become Nyai Wirda's son-in-law forever.

Type Layla and send it. Not to forget he deleted the message to remove the trace. Layla glanced at Yahya who was brewing Chamomile tea.

“Minum! This tea can soothe, reduce anxiety and make your rest more quality!” Say Yahya while helping Layla wake up. He drank the tea slowly. Layla looked at Yahya's serious face. The face looked more and more handsome.

Dddrrrt Drrrttt

Name “Nyai Wirda” listed on screen. The name managed to make Layla hot cold.

“Wirda? Isn't she Ilyas' mother?” Yahya frowned.

“I.. Yes...”

“Open the chat!” Yahya's hand moved to help Layla pick up the phone on the nightstand. But Layla quickly took the phone first and held tightly. He shook his head.

“What's up? What else are you hiding?!”

“Then just open the chat!”

Pantingly. Yahya's voice is rising. Layla's pale face became increasingly pale.

“Looks like a lot of secrets you keep!” Yahya Argument.

“Hiks Hiks...” Tangis Layla broke. Yahya sighed. Honestly, in the face of Layla he was impatient.

“Stop crying! Stop being childish!”

“I feel I no longer have privacy! "

"Privacy? Are you really going to talk about privacy right now?!"

"No. But Mas Yahya keeps suspecting me! Do you hate me so much? Hiks hiks hiks”

“……….”

“I am a wife who is pregnant. We are happy here! Please don't spoil this with negative thoughts! Nyai Wirda tempo then begged me to connect him to papa! Nyai Wirda's efforts aren't as good as they used to be! He needs investors! He is making a proposal to Papa. So it's only natural that I and Nyai keep and touch on the phone! If you don't believe me, you can call papa! ” Bright Layla. He had to use his last weapon. Of course he hoped Yahya would not contact Arya.

“Sorry, my emotions are unstable! You rest! I'm going out for a minute to get some fresh air!” Yahya in the end. He again enveloped Layla before exiting the room wearing his coat.

Soon Layla opened a message from Wirda.

Why has the deal changed? We have both agreed that let Aisha tell her son about Iqlima. Let it be their business. We don't have to interfere and just wash our hands! This way his situation and condition will be more and more *******!

Shiii*t!! Layla is upset. The more here Wirda gets unruly!

Who's boss here? Who gave the funds to whom?! Layla clenched her hands.

Wirda's a smart ass! Layla was really upset.

Tap Tap Tap

Yahya's footsteps took him further and further away from their hotel. By dawn, the city was getting colder. Yahya clenched his hands and rubbed them.

Yahya's mind flew. He thinks of all possibilities. The series of events that happened. Yahya still has to look for the other pieces to figure out the actual puzzle image.

Yahya has not planned to return to the hotel. He checked his cell phone. Yahya had sent a message to Gibran and now got a reply chat.

My friend and I just finished tahajud. We met at the cafe 24 hours down the road. Then we will go to a small mosque near there.

Yahya turned off his cell phone. At least there is Gibran in LA, Yahya can be a little tired of the taste for him. But actually Yahya was a little disturbed by the news of the matchmaking of his cousin, Haris. Yahya had learned that his brother would match Haris to the girl whom Gibran loved. Yahya promised to speak to you. Yahya did not want his friend Gibran to be sad.

"Gus, meet my friend from Aceh... " Gibran introduced his friend when they were at the cafe.

"We.. hmh... If it is not wrong, we have met... "

"I'm sorry I don't remember..." Yahya frowned.

"I am Raafi the friend of Iqlima. We also met at a cafe in Jakarta"

Yahya twisted his memory but failed to remember the event.

"It's okay. That event was a long time ago. It's only natural to forget! Hehe" Raafi said. He shook Yahya's cold hand.

"Ah yeah! Now I remember! You turned! " Yahya had to give her a little smile. Yahya did not want to remember the event, the event that made him and Iqlima quarrel.

"Alhamdulillah if you know each other! Thank you Yahya for involving our company here! Though our company is still very small and still lose prestige with other companies! "

"No. Instead I judge you are very competent and can contribute further! "

"Because of Gus Yahya's assessment in such a way, then we will try to maximize as much as possible in creating the product! "

"Goodle. We're going to the factory tomorrow! We'll see the raw materials there! "

Gibran and Raafi nodded in agreement.

"I will take Layla, my wife. My wife's family-owned company had a big role in supplying raw materials. Tomorrow at the factory, you can ask freely! Pray for my pregnant wife so that tomorrow she can be healthy and see you"

"God's Masya... May Allah make it easy! " They're in unison.

Layla's? A familiar name. Thought Raafi. His thoughts floated on the dark events of the night. Raafi is still thinking about the woman who owns Layla's name until this moment. His life is still not calm. Raafi promises to one day find the woman and take responsibility.

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