Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 13: The Hugging of Yahya

Mufid Hospital, Kab. Pidie.

A needle filled with intravenous fluid that has been injected with several drugs stuck in one part of the wrist belonging to Iqlima.

Wounds on the knee have also been treated and bandaged. Iqlima lay on his bed. He is still in full consciousness. Only his psychic who experienced a little shock due to the event of not wearing that hit him continuously.

Maryam faithfully continues to be beside him, while Yahya had done muraaja’ah some letters al Qur’an in the corner of the room after performing the shubuh prayer service in the hospital mushala. Every now and then his tail eyes glanced towards Iqlima who was lying down. The girl looked pale with tears that nourished at the corner of the eye. He was talking to his friend Maryam.

“Where's Rais, Mar? I'm worried that Rais is looking for me.. Hiks” Iqlimamerwipe the flowing tears. Maryam rubbed gently her head.

“Mar, you helped me. Your son how?” Ask me again. This girl repeated the same question. Maryam has also answered the question for the umpteenth time.

Chequek.

“Excuse me, I want to give you a low dose of sleeping pills so that patients can rest!” Said a nurse who immediately carried out her duties. Immediately Iqlima fell asleep in peace. Maryam lifted the blanket over her body to avoid getting cold. Maryam also fixed the location of the veil Iqlima then approached Yahya who was still struggling with his activities.

“Hmh...” Maryam cleared her throat. Yahya spent his reading up to the sign of the waqf.

“Bang, thank you for the help” said Maryam.

“Laa syukra ‘alaa Wajiib. Don't thank me for an obligation! I also made a friend request. Thank God the existence of Iqlima can we track, thanks to your interconnected mobile” Sahut Yahya diplomatic.

“Hmh, may I bother you a little longer? Only until later afternoon!”

“What is it?”

“Please friend Iqlima, I want to go back to the village to take things. Later in the afternoon God willing I invite my son and mother here” said Maryam sungkan. But he had no other choice. However, he had to go back because there was a toddler he was staying.

“Good.. Quickly return!” Sahut Yahya's.

“It's a little money for Iqlima, not much. But maybe can buy his needs if he needs something” Maryam offers 100 thousand money. The last money he had. The rest of Maryam only left money for the cost of her return.

“Not necessary. I can buy it!” Reject Yahya.

“It's okay bang! If you use brother's money, I'm afraid Iqlima dolongan. Tell me this is the money Maryam gave me!” Yahya also received the money. Maryam passed after slightly packing.

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Jakarta

At 11:30 Wib.

Arya Pranawa's family is getting ready. This morning, it was reported that the family of Haji Uthman was present to celebrate. These two families already know each other the purpose and purpose of this meeting. Introducing their two children. Ilyas Al Ghazali Uthman, heir of a large foundation spread across Indonesia to Sudan with Anindita Gayatri Rumi, daughter of the owner of several star hotels in Indonesia.

“Cahyatiii.. Cahyatiii..” Call Arya to his wife.

“Iya mas..”

“Rumi where? Have you noticed his makeup? Polishing as good as possible!” Aryan's Word.

“Already mas.. Rumi very beautiful.. God willing this matchmaking will run smoothly”.

“Yes should! When else can we be sons-in-law of clerical and educated descendants?” Sambar Aryans. Cahyati.

“Layla where? Her brother wants a guest, why doesn't he look?” Arya frowned looking around.

“Layla is gone mas! Said there was a group study assignment!”

“Really? Just be careful if he gets caught going again with that guy!! I'll stop the money! He was still Junior High but it was hard to manage!! ” Arya's light-headed talk thinks of Layla Asmarini Ningsih, her second daughter.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

“Sorry sir, ma'am... The Uthman hajj family has arrived!” Household assistant. Arya.

“You take care of Rumi, I'll meet the candidate first!” Aryan whispers are full of hope. He patted Cahyati on the shoulder.

“Ilyas, condition yourself! Ummi does not want you to show a tangled face when dealing with Rumi!” Hajjah Wirda warned his son. But Ilyas's mind was getting messed up. He kept thinking about Iqlima. His heart is not calm. Love and hate are so thin.

“Now Rumi is not too busy. As usual, he only held small projects. Thin only, while waiting entrusted a bigger lead. Hahahaha” Arya fishing talks.

“So how do Ilyas nak? What are your plans for Rumi next?” Arya. Hearing his name called, Ilyas looked up.

“Hmh, I've signed up for Doctoral Program in Yemen!” Ilyas without expression. Hajjah Wirda glared his eyes.

“Hehe even so, Ilyas was still able to continue a more serious relationship with Rumi. Especially if the s3 is not too stiff, hehe!” Hajjah Wirda was disappointed by Ilyas's reply. He was trying to fix things.

“Hahahaha, yes right!” Arya nodded her head.

On the other hand, Cahyati approached her son to prepare to meet the Ilyas family in the living room. But Cahyati only found Rumi with a tangled face.

"Come boy! If your father sees you like this, he can get angry! "

"But Rumi likes her the same Mas Yahya, Ma! Not the same as Ilyas! Anyway Rumi would not be married if it is not the same Mas Yahya!" Rumi held out her hand. Piqued.

"Change and Umminya Yahya will be in America for a long time, son! He is busy taking care of Haris' legacy, Abdurrahman's hajj heritage! I don't know when they'll be back! So marrying you to Ilyas is the best option for now. You are also 23 years old. It's time to get married! Mom and Dad decided the best!" Cahyati gives Rumi advice. Their family relationships, both with the Ilyas family and with the Yahya family do still have relatives. Rumi could only bow in lethargy and grunt.

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The light that fell right into Iqlima's face made this girl's sleep disturbed. The light comes from the window curtains that Yahya deliberately open wide because they are alone in the inpatient room. Slowly Iqlima opened his eyes.

“Mar.. Maryam..” Call Iqlima.

“You're awake? Anything you want?” Tanya Yahya approached.

“A.. I'm thirsty.” Iqlima. His lips look chapped. Though already 3 bottles of infusion liquid that entered his body. Yahya immediately helped Iqlima get a drink.

“Thank you..”.

“Do you have no relatives other than grandfather and Maryam?” Iqlima.

“Thanks for Yahya's help! I was troublesome again.. If mas Yahya has activities, I'm fine if at stay” Lirih Iqlima. He looked around, a feeling of anxiety still enveloping his heart. Iqlima was afraid that Hilman would follow him to the hospital. He was still waiting for Maryam to appear.

“I'll wait for Maryam. He'll be back in the afternoon, and then I'll be home!" Sahut Yahya's. He sat on a sofa. Feeling bored, this man turned on the television.

Earlier today, a charred Toyota Vios car caught fire in the Seulawah forest on the Aceh Besar-Pidie border.

Yahya frowned. Iqlima. Spontaneously he forcibly removed the infusion needle that was on his wrist. Then Iqlima approached the source of the sound.

The car carrying two passengers burned a victim, a young man from North Aceh, Rais Syuhada. Another passenger, Iqlima Azkia Noor, has disappeared.

It is still not known exactly what caused this disaster. The investigation team is still conducting further investigations.

The television screen displays two ID cards that are slightly burned but can still be recognized. ID card Rais and Iqlima. Also car debris, the rest of the fire.

Yahya turned to look at Iqlima's face that looked devastated. The girl covered her mouth with both palms. Iqlima did not believe what happened to her husband.

"Yes Allaaah bang Raaaaiiiiissss's..... Hiks Hiks..." Pekik Iqlima's. He was crying so much. Yahya swiftly supported the staggered body of Iqlima.

"Aaaaaaaaaa aaaaaa hiks hyks" Her tears were breaking. Seeing the hysterical Iqlima, Yahya so heartless. He decided to embrace Iqlima. Yahya tried to calm down by holding it as best he could. Tears of Iqlima scattered in the chest of Yahya's field. This girl spilled all the lara that felt very stifling.

Yahya did not understand what happened, but Yahya seemed to be able to feel the pain that Iqlima experienced. Unknowingly, the louder Iqlima's crying voice, the tighter he hugged the girl.

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