Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 119: Will Continue to Let It Go!

“What is this?” Tanya Yahya approached Layla and Raafi. Tense atmosphere. Gibran joined them.

“You... What's the problem with my wife?” Yahya's birthday is full of emphasis.

“Is... Wife?” Lirih Raafi. He was still digesting Yahya's words about Layla's status.

They're... Be married?

“Mas, this brash man teases me!” Sayla quick.

“A.. I...” Raafi looked confused.

“You, you better get out of front of us before my husband hits you!” Layla took refuge near Yahya. He held tightly to the young man's arm with that tall strapping posture. Gibran looked at Raafi asking for an explanation because Yahya's face could not be conditioned either.

“Sorry, i..this is just a misunderstanding. I think I got the wrong person. I think this lady is my lover. For a moment I darkened my eyes. I beg you to Mr. Yahya doesn't mind it!” Raafi said.

“Can't be darling! You have to beat him up. He's really been brash!” Layla's words made Raafi look at her. It seems that the woman does not want to make things easy.

For a moment Raafi stared fixedly at Layla's face. Tight and thick eyelashes. Brown beads that almost resemble hazel colors. Big nose, lips with the right proportion.

Raafi can't forget all that. He could not forget what happened that night. Raafi could remember in detail what they had gone through. He's not drunk. He is very aware of what is happening. Raafi was very sure that he was not the wrong person. In front of him at this time is indeed the ‘Layla’ he is looking for.

“Hmh...” Finally Yahya cleared his throat with a sigh.

“I hope, in the future you can be more thorough! I don't know about your boyfriend and I don't want to know about your life. But it's obvious... Layla is my wife. My wife is pregnant. So sorry if his emotions are a little unstable..”.

“...” Layla. Yahya's words were beyond his expectations.

“ Factory inspection we will continue at another time!” Yahya embraces Layla to join him. Raafi looked at Layla's back away. Spoons.

Pock

Gibran patted his shoulder. Gibran shook his head in disappointment.

“Ma’af!”

“You're crazy! We almost lost tens of billions of projects!”

“I didn't know she was the wife of the President, sorry my carelessness bothers me so much”

“Truely this is not just a question of tens of billions, more than that.. Time, our integrity! Everything's a mess! We are far away here not without reason!”

“I'm really sorry”

Gibran ruffled his hair. Piqued.

“Huft. Never mind. Come back!” Gibran said in the end. There's nothing to do. Angry is free too.

“I go to the toilet briefly”

Raafi quickly ran to the toilet and then slowed down. Toilets are not the main thing. Raafi just wanted to calm down a little. Dampen his head with water. Raafi wanted to slightly restore his already drained energy when he met Layla.

Layla's? Yep. Layla's. Raafi's steps stopped. Pucuk in love ulam also arrived. He saw Layla walking in front of him. The woman also seemed to want to go to the toilet.

“Nona... Wait!”

“You again?! Oh my..." Layla massages her temples.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll scream here?!”

“For a while, I just wanted to say that hearing that you've been married I feel relieved. I don't think there's anything to worry about!”

“It's none of your business! I'm not your lover either! You're just a stranger who doesn't know shame! ” Ketus Layla.

“But I can't be wrong. You were Layla who got drunk and teased me that night!”

Plaaakkk

Layla slaps Raafi again.

“You have no ethics and manners!!”

Streeett

Hhp hmmphtt

Raafi pulls Layla into the inside of the empty toilet. He smothered the woman's mouth with his hands.

“Slightly relax! If your husband knows what we've done, I'm not sure if he'll still accept you!”

Layla shook her head.

“I told you that I've calmed down because you're married! My intentions are good, I just want to be responsible. But apparently, you have your own choice. I'm okay! Since the beginning of the incident that night was indeed out of planning!”

Hmmmhppptttt hmppptttt

“But something is bothering me! You're pregnant? In view of your stomach condition...” Raafi squinted his eyes.

“... Whose child do you bear?!”

Their eyes stared at each other at such a close distance. Layla's body shook. Rough veins decorate her red eyes. He could feel Raafi's breath lightly welcome on his cheek. It turns out Raafi's lightning analysis is pretty sharp.

Hmmhppff Hmmppff

Layla tries to escape. Raafi was getting stronger and stronger tying him up.

“What child are you carrying is my son?!” Todong Raafi's. Layla tries to shake.

“….”

“Layla, Layla...!” From the outside, Yahya's voice was heard.

“Laylaa... are you inside? Why so long?!”

Layla stopped moving. He and Raafi looked back in surprise.

“You met your husband! But remember! you must give me proof that the child in your womb is my son or not! Otherwise I will reveal to your husband what we have done” Bisik Raafi threatened. He let go of the handle on Layla. The woman immediately came out of the toilet with a cough.

Raafi held her heart. His heart was not safe. This is the first time he has done this. For love or in the name of truth. I don't know! But Raafi, as if unwilling, Layla has found someone who is in full charge of her. Raafi could have immediately finished everything and lived by opening a new sheet. But the curiosity of the child that Layla's bladder turns out to be can lead her to a completely unexpected vortex.

***

“Mas! Why didn't you beat him up?!” Layla protests when there are only the two of them in the hotel room. Yahya loosened his tie and threw the origin of his suit onto the bed. All the schedules that have been neatly arranged. Yahya's mood is deteriorating. Now he doesn't want to do anything.

“He didn't touch you! So why should I beat him up? After all, he was just the wrong person! I think it's just a misunderstanding!” Sahut Yahya lightly. Layla's speechless. He began to approach Yahya and embrace him.

“I think mas will be jealous! Sorry if my reaction was overdone!” Lirih Layla's.

She's pregnant. She needs affection and attention... Yahya Mumbled. He began to set the mood and returned Layla's embrace.

“Mas..”.

“Hmh?”

“I'm sultry.. I shower and change clothes first”.

Yahya nodded. He loosened his embrace.

“Mas..”.

“Ya..”

“Last-lately started having trouble rubbing my back. Can I help?”

“Rubbing pung.. gung?”

“Yes. What do you mind? If you mind, it's okay. I'll try myself”

“Hmh.. Let me help you! You take a shower, I will go in after” Sahut Yahya by wiping his back neck. Layla direct sumringah. It quickly passed.

Yahya changed his formal attire with towel pajamas. He slowed down and then walked closer to the bathroom.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

“Layla..

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

“Mas, please come in! The door is not in the lock!” Layla half-cried. His voice filled the room.

Driiiit

The door rang out. Yahya sees Layla already in a bath-up filled with foam. The young man was glued.

“Mas... Here..” Call Layla in a soft voice once.

“I.. Yes...” Yahya replied nervously. Not as usual, for some reason he felt so awkward. He stepped closer. Next to Yahya's bath-up is riveted again. He was confused as to how to rub Layla's back.

“Mas, why shut up? Take off your clothes... Let's get in here!” Take Layla.

Yahya felt his pants pocket take out his cell phone and put it near them. Impatiently, Layla immediately grabbed Yahya's hand.

Sreetts

Kecipk

Byurrrs

Unexpectedly, Layla slipped. She held her husband's hand until finally Yahya had to slip in the bath-up. Luckily, Layla fell on him.

“Your contact,,, is it okay?!” Tanya Yahya sat down. He who was anxious mixed with worry immediately checked Layla's stomach.

"Yes, I'm fine! "

Yahya sat Layla down and arranged his position. The young woman almost pulled Yahya's hand to hug him from behind. But the voice of Yahya's cell phone disperse their concentration.

A very disturbing voice, Yahya was forced to see who was calling.

Rusdi's?

Tit

Yahya immediately turned off his phone.

"Why is it turned off?"

"Not very important"

Yahya got up from the bath-up and started to open his wet pajamas. But the phone voice was heard again.

"Oh Rusdi! I'll scold him! He knows no time!! " Anged Yahya took the phone and picked it up.

"Rushiiii! What time is it?! Isn't it already midnight?! "

"Assalamu'alaikum Son..! " Soft voice sounded. Yahya was surprised, he saw the mobile phone screen. This time I called.

"A... Abba... "

"Son, go back to Jakarta! Iqlima was arrested by the police! " Abah's voice sounded like a thunderbolt snatching.

"Yahyeah... Yahya will be home soon, bah! "

Tit Tit Tit Tit

Haji Zakaria immediately closed his call. Yahya took the towel and prepared to go out.

"Mas, where are you going?! "

"I want to call Rusdi to arrange our return to Jakarta tomorrow! "

"Lho, why is that so? We're going to another city, right?! After all, you are not ready to take a shower, why rush once?! " Layla Protests.

"Iqlima at the police station, I have to see how things are going! "

"Iqlima's in jail? Then he who is in prison why bother?! That's his own problem! We can see it on schedule from here! Why was Iqlima arrested anyway?! He must have committed a criminal act! She really is a shameful damned woman! " Beber Layla sharp.

"Shut your mouth!! You don't talk so recklessly!! I know exactly how Iqlima is!! There must be a misunderstanding as to why he got caught! And you're.... Don't you think I've forgotten about you and Nilam conspiring together! I'll keep talking about it! " Ketus Yahya came straight out of the bathroom.

Aaaarrrghhh!! Layla hits the water inside the bath-up. Piqued.

Just watch! If Yahya knows what the case that befell Iqlima, will Yahya still defend him?! Let's just see!! Furious Layla clenched her hands tightly.

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