Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 120: The Cruel Words of Yahya!

Rusdi welcomes Yahya's return at the airport. He immediately sent his assistants to pick up a stacked suitcase.

“Gus...” Sapa Rusdi slightly bowed respectfully.

“Why didn't you tell me about what happened here?!” Yahya whispered. Rusdi just kept his head down. Not only Rusdi and the assistants, seen Haji Zakaria who was waiting in the corner of the room to lay hands. Realizing that, Yahya and Layla immediately approached him with a reverent greeting.

“How are you doing, Nak?” Haji Zakaria asked gently to greet Layla.

“Alhamdulillah good abah!”

“Alba, there's Rusdi picking us up. Abah no need to bother coming here”

“You're getting older the more you don't need abah”

“No. That's not what Yahya meant, Bah!”

In front, Yahya was surprised by the crowd of reporters who were waiting for them. Like a bunch of wasps who saw the essence of flowers, they immediately came closer.

“Gus Yahya, what does Gus think about the scattered photos of Gus's wife?!”

Pictures syur? Yahya's forehead immediately wrinkled.

“Did Gus Yahya return from Los Angeles to visit his second wife who was recently arrested by the police?”

"Obah hajj, what about the hajj? Please give me a statement!"

Question after question flows. But good Yahya wants the others just to be silent. They walked straight to the parking lot.

“Gus…. The guss…. The guss…. Please give me a word” The reporters are getting brutal. Yahya is as strong as he can protect Layla. Rusdi and the assistants also set up a body to avoid the increasingly uncontrollable journalists until finally Haji Zakaria, Yahya and Layla managed to get into the car.

“How are you doing? Are you okay?” Ask Yahya to Layla make sure. The woman nodded.

The mood suddenly changed was not conducive. In the front seat, Haji Zakaria was silent. Yahya so dare not speak up. Layla finally fell asleep hugging him. The car kept driving them back to Bustanul Jannah. The 48-hour journey was exhausting. But apparently, rest in Jakarta seems only going to be wishful thinking.

At the gate of the big gate, it turned out that reporters from various media were waiting for them. Haji Zakaria has added a lot of security guard there so they can not access the house or dormitory.

Yahya lifts Layla into the room. He turned on the air conditioner and enveloped his wife. Layla secretly opened her eyes when Yahya was out.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

“Mi, Yahya login”

“You just came home from far away. Better get some rest, boy!”

“Why did ummi send Iqlima to jail?!” Ask Yahya to the point.

Hhhhh... Hajjah Aisyah let out a long breath.

"Mii.... "

"Ummi doesn't need your questions! Ummi should have asked! Ummi who should be angry, very angry! The woman you are proud of has already tarnished our big family name!”

“What has Iqlima done mi? Why did it come to this!”

“Ck. You still asking? When he got out of here, did you know what he did?!”

“….”

“He ran off with another man! He's doing some defamation! Ummi regrets having accepted him as a son-in-law! Ummi sorry!! Now the rice has become a porridge” Shouted Hajjah Aisyah growled. The middle-aged woman shed tears.

“Mi, istighfar Mi….! Istighfar!” Yahya hugged Hajjah Aisyah calms his mother.

“Ummi why is it like this? Tell Yahya exactly what happened!”

"The public knows it, the media knows it too! Ummi handed the case to the police... Yahya Wajaarrr... Huhuhuhu" Hajjah Aisyah cried bitterly. What criminal act did Iqlima do, run away with other men? Honestly, Yahya still can't believe it.

Sreekk

Hajjah Aisyah submitted evidence in the form of photographs of Iqlima. Yahya widened his eyes.

“What is this evidence still lacking? Is it too much if Ummi reports it to the police? These images are already public consumption! "

Yahya shook with the pictures from the top of the nightstand that was thrown by his mother. Yahya pays attention to detail. Iqlima was lying from behind without wearing any clothes. The woman's eyes seemed closed. In a different photo, Iqlima is seen lying in a cuddle with a man. They are both not wearing clothes.

This... that man?!

Yahya quickly took the photos and got out of the room as fast as lightning.

"Yahyeah... Yahla.. Where are you going, son?! Yahy!! " Call Hajjah Ayesha who was not heeded by Yahya.

"Sorry Gus, where am I going? " Task the driver politely.

"I want to drive myself! " Yahya's Sahut immediately shot.

Finish your story Iqlima! Yahya must have gone to the police station to divorce you! In this case, it's not just the talak one. Must be three talak... Layla murmured who was secretly peeping. He smiled a triumphant smile.

"Son Layla... Why don't you prevent Yahya from leaving?"

"immis? Layla just wanted to prevent it. But Yahya is fast! Ummi why? Ummi looks pale! "

"Head Ummi is very sick to think that his son-in-law doesn't know himself! Our family name is getting polluted! The big name of Bustanul Jannah is at stake here! Can his photo of the curse be spread! Ummi immediately rushed to report the jala*ng woman to the police! " Hajjah Aisyah massaged her painful head.

"Foe... What photo ummi? " Tanya Layla pretended to be surprised.

"Ommi news, we will restore everything after Yahya divorced Iqlima! Everything's gonna be fine! We have to have a press conference. We can explain that during this time Yahya was framed by Iqlima or other narratives! Ummi don't have to worry! " Sahut Layla's.

"God's Masya... You right! How smart and reliable you are, son! You're a choice daughter-in-law, you're a solace. There's you here, making the ummi burden less! After this we will spread the real news... " Said Hajjah Aisyah with her face turned bright. He and Layla went into the house together and talked. In between the intense chatter, Layla asks Hajjah Aisyah to make her and Yahya's relationship even tighter.

Ciiiiiiitttt

The car tires squeaked after Yahya suddenly brake. The police station is the goal.

"Guss.... Gus...." Call a horde of reporters suddenly come storming. Yahya massaged his temple. The young man regretted not bringing the assistants with him.

"Gus, did Gus Yahya go to the police station to see his wife?"

"What does Gus Yahya think of a wife who is secretly cheating on her and meeting other men?!"

"Diammm you!!!!" Yahya's yelling. Bummer. Reporters were silent for a while but did not give up, they went back to pursue Yahya and again attacked him with various questions.

With a quick step Yahya went into avoiding the media crew. Yahya rubbed his chest in thanksgiving as reporters could not break through the police wall.

Haji Zakaria just came out of visiting Iqlima with a lawyer.

"Be calm! Abah understands your feelings! Hope you can control yourself when you see Iqlima! " Hajj Zakaria was worried as soon as she saw Yahya. After that, he passed immediately.

"Change.... " Call Yahya.

"Why did you come with a lawyer and our family who sent Iqlima to prison? " The question of Yahya's unilateral rebuking makes Haji Zakaria stunned for a moment.

"Excuse me! "

"..... "

Tap Tap Tap

Yahya's footsteps stopped as he saw a woman who had lived for thousands of days with him coming between officers with handcuffs on both hands. The woman's eyes looked puffy. Water is still running in there.

"The time to visit should not be more than 15 minutes! " Relax officers left them.

Iqlima. His mouth is locked. Iqlima just looked down. He did not dare to look at Yahya. The atmosphere became very awkward. Even Yahya almost forgot what his true purpose was to the police station.

"How are you? " Tanya Yahya stiff.

"..... " Iqlima was silent and did not answer.

"Iqlima, look at me! " Tell Yahya. Iqlima is reluctant. The woman looked down inside. Yahya clenched his hands tightly with all his might holding back.

"Iqlime!! Can't you hear?! " Yahya Hardik. Iqlima slowly raised his face. But he was completely reluctant to see Yahya. Iqlima clenched his hands tightly. The woman was trembling. Shame, low self-esteem, and ending up in prison left him with no face even to look at Yahya.

"Hhhhhh" Yahya sighed deeply. He can't speak. I don't know what to say either. His departure from home included a great betrayal for him. Especially now that Iqlima was found in a dossier state.

"A.... I... want us to get divorced" said Iqlima in the end with still down.

"So it's true that you went with another man and cheated on me behind my back with the intention of defaming Bustanul Jannah?! " Tudge Yahya sharply. Iqlima quickly shook his head.

"I never did what Yahya was accusing me of! "

"Why do you want to get divorced?! Why did you leave the house without my permission and why did you end up here?! " Jahya's question seemed very cornering.

"A... I don't know what my mistake was, a. I didn't do anything... I didn't do it..." Iqlima. He tried hard. Iqlima refrained from crying weakly.

"You went with the man you call Rais, right?! You ran away with her!! Tell him you never met him while you were away from Bustanul Jannah! " Challenge Yahya.

".... "

"Why are you silent?! Answer me Iqlima!! Tell me you didn't go with him! "

"A... L'm... A... I did meet him. But.... "

"Okay, enough Iqlima! "

Sreekkk

Yahya dragged the chair to the back. He got up and left Iqlima alone. Yahya's heart really hurt. The fact that Iqlima left with Rais really hurt her pride as a husband. After Yahya died, Iqlima cried bitterly. He lamented the bad luck that had befallen him. Longing only produces nestapa.

Tit Tit Tit Tit

"Rus, please hire a lawyer with the best track record for Iqlima! " Tell Yahya in the midst of his anger through a phone call.

".... "

" The lawyer is just in case. But I'm going to persuade ummi to drop the charges!"

"..... "

"really. I'll take care of the media and other issues!"

"..... "

"Iqlima admitted that he met the man. But the photo spread, it's not my wife's body! " Close Yahya. He quickly left the police.

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