Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 118: A Face So Cold

“My relationship with Yahya is nothing special” Dara said as Iqlima continued to wander about their past.

“Then tell me! Although not special, I will listen! Besides, I'm not okay because. I and bang Yahya will definitely split” Lirih Iqlima, the intonation is getting smaller and smaller. Dara barely heard it. But then Iqlima forced to keep smiling.

“Hey little lady, you have been stubborn! I wonder, is your head made of stone? You better get some sleep and rest, tomorrow I'll take you to college! Didn't you say you had to attend class?! Soon you'll be graduating, take care of your health!”

“Kak Dara, come on!” Whimpek Iqlima's.

“Huft... How about you get jealous?!”

“Jealous?! Where possible! We'll be parting ways soon!”

“I see you as if you don't want to part from Yahya. A hater does not like the slightest thing about what he hates. Asking me to tell Yahya's past? That means...”.

“Kak Dara is wrong big! This is not about Yahya's past! It's about you guys, I know there's gonna be a lot of romantic stories. If I didn't want to part from Yahya's bang, I would definitely feel jealous. But the proof, I'm interested!” Iqlima.

“There is no romance between us. Yahya a Youth who holds fast to chastity and has great respect for women!” Tukas Dara's. He lowered. Remembering his story and Yahya made the Acehnese girl teary-eyed.

“My advice you should think again if you want to separate from Yahya if you do not want to regret later on. No matter how sure you are of his love for you, but Yahya will never be able to return if you've been erased in his dictionary. You will become an alien being that will never be detected again! And that, that's what I've ever felt!” Terang Dara's. He opened a can of fizzy drink, noticed the look on Iqlima's sad face and sipped his drink.

From the beginning Yahya did not love me. I won't complicate anything. After this, we should no longer know each other.

“Kak Dara, not counting how many fizzy drinks you drink. Looks like brother has to stop!”

“Steaming drink makes me feel more relaxed!”

“It's not true” Iqlima shook his head. He put all the soda cans together into plastic to throw them in the trash.

“Iqlima, aren't you curious about your mother's legacy?”

“Harta perdikan?”

“I know your late mother's family is a person to be!” Said Dara breaking her body.

“I have never known my mother's family.”.

“What's your plan after this?”

“After this? I don't know either! But obviously, finish college well and find a job! Bang Yahya has paid for my two campuses until the final semester!”

“You're still very lucky!”

“Isn't that supposed to be?”

“You are indeed a smart girl! But unfortunately you're so naive!”

“Naif?”

“Ya... You naive girl!”

“Kak Dara, your words are very piercingly but I can't get angry!”

“That's because my words are true! And now I'm going to extend your luck! Tell me what you need, don't hesitate! You can use my computer or laptop to make tasks!”

Iqlima's eyes were teary.

“Sorry, I once doubted Dara's sincerity. Tonight, all answered already! I'm a naive Iqlima!”

Dara approached Iqlima and hugged him warmly.

“Listen! You must succeed! There is or is no man! Later you should be able to stand on your own feet!”

Iqlima. He returned tightly to Dara's embrace.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

"Who is knocking on the door? " Iqlima and Dara stretched out their arms and looked at each other in wonder.

"What is Ustadz Ilyas? "

"It can't be this late" Sahut Dara checked the wall clock.

"What possible.... "

"No. I don't want to see my ex-husband anymore! " Sahut Dara fast. He grabbed the veil and walked to the door.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

Dara opened the door. He was shocked to see who knocked on the door outside.

"Sister, who? " Bisik Iqlima's. Dara shifted. He let Iqlima see for himself.

"Po... The cops?! "

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok.

Now the police are banging impatiently.

***

“How are you doing? We can delay to the factory if you still want to rest!” Yahya said indifferently. He wears a neat casual suit and sprays enough perfume.

“No. I feel so much better! I'm not comfortable alone in my room. I need some fresh air too! I have to come to the factory!”

“Gibran and his colleagues need information about raw materials! To appreciate them, you can give them as much information as you can. The rest, I'll leave it to our secretary” Yahya said in a conditional manner. He moves to help Layla who is having trouble buttoning her clothes.

“What mas Yahya really has no interest in me?” Layla looked up at Yahya. The young man gave him a quick glance and kept silent, but he kept helping him get dressed. He also combed and tied Layla's hair to help pair the hijab well.

“Mas... "

"I don't want to talk about anything right now"

"Hug me... "

"Our clothes can get tangled! It's too late anyway! "

"Mas... Hugged Me... " Layla didn't give up. With a sigh Yahya granted his wish. Yahya hugged Layla. He did it a few seconds before they finally came out of the hotel room. No meaningful conversation after that. Each of them was immersed in their own thoughts. Even they ignore the beauty of the city of Los Angeles with its country feel.

Layla glanced at Yahya slowly. His heart is not calm. Layla must figure out how to break Yahya. If usual in Indonesia there is Iqlima as a barrier, but now there are only two of them. Everything should have gone according to plan. But looking at the current situation, such as his hope only remains hope.

"Why are you so angry? "

"The twins were moving in the stomach. I'm not calm"

Yahya glanced at Layla's stomach. Lovingly, the prospective father rubbed there and read shalawat. His voice now filled their car. The driver glanced from the rear view. He was smiling.

A very compatible couple. Mumbled. Their car continued to drive until it finally reached the factory.

"How many people are we going to meet? "

"Only Gibran and his partner. Just two of them"

"I'll wait in the cafeteria and meet them first! I'm not strong if I have to stand up! "

Yahya nodded in agreement.

"Miss.... Missy.... " Suddenly, someone called out loud from 50 meters away. He's after Layla. Yahya who had moved in the opposite direction turned back. He was a little surprised to see someone who was chasing his wife turned out to be Raafi.

"Miss, miss... A moment! " Raafi blocked Layla's path from the front.

"Miss, it turns out you are indeed the person I've been looking for" Raafi said convinced. His eyes glazed happily. Destiny was so on her side. Layla is still gawking. He did not understand what situation he was facing.

"Does she still remember me? I was that night... " Raafi paused his sentence. Layla's brain works fast. He could immediately remember who the young man before him was. The eyes of the pregnant woman suddenly pattern perfectly. His heart almost stopped beating.

"Miss.... "

Layla shook her head. He coded Raafi to stop talking. Cold sweat is pouring. He glanced at Yahya who was walking closer and closer to them.

"I can't forget my lady! I remember everything about the lady. I still clearly remember how it happened that night! "

Plaaakkkk

Layla slaps Raafi's cheek in full force.

"What's this about? " Task Yahya. Like Satpol PP on patrol, his face was so cold. Not at all friendly.