Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 17: Opening Old Wounds

“Ilyas, where are you?” Ask Yahya over the phone line. His plane just landed after he met Iqlima. This young man stared at the knit white peci that Iqlima had just given him. The handmade result of the girl as a thank you for helping her escape from the pursuit of Hilman.

“I am again in An-Nur boarding school just finished meeting!”

“Okay. Wait, I'm going there now!” Yahya said turn off his phone.

For the past six months, Ilyas has occupied himself with various religious activities. Since Rumi's fiancee went to college in Malaysia 2 months ago, their marriage has been forced to be postponed until next semester's holiday.

Ilyas was no longer thinking about Iqlima, for him the girl was just part of a bitter memory that was not worth remembering. Everything about him was trying to bury him deeply.

“Yas, we have to talk but not here!” Say Yahya with a serious face.

“Ahlan wa Sahlan Akhi.. why rush? Let's have coffee first!” Get Ilyas friendly.

“Now we go to the park!” Say Yahya without stale bases. Did something happen?

“O... kay.

Ilyas takes the bait while waiting for Yahya to express his wish. He spread the grains of fish food into the pond that was immediately devoured alternately.

“Actually... I want to admit a mistake” Yahya said lowered his head.

“Error?” Ilyas still moved his hand spreading the fish food.

“About Iqlima..”

“I don't want to hear anything more about that girl!” Cut the cold Ilyas. Yahya massaged his temple.

“Yas... Listen to me..”.

“Yahya, don't dig up any more memories I've buried. I'm engaged now! I don't want to talk about any women for now!” Sahut Ilyas managed to make Yahya's throat choked.

“Actually Iqlima is innocent. I was the one who wrongly guessed”

“A.. what do you mean?” Yahya's words brought Ilyas' movement to a standstill. He looked back at Yahya. The young man who already wanted to admit his mistakes continued the story. But not yet as this young man explained everything,

Buuuuughh

A hard blow landed. Yahya grimaced a little.

“Kauuu...” Ilyas pointed at Yahya with a slight walk backwards. His eyes showed anger. Ilyas almost raised his fist again, but the young man turned to clutching the shirt Yahya was wearing.

“Tell me where Iqlima is at the moment?!” Yahya.

“I'll take you to see him but not for now. He's still traumatized” Lirih Yahya.

“I need to know where he is….. NOW!!!!” Ilyas' voice filled the entire park. His screams surprised the gardener.

“Alright. We book a plane ticket. 3 more days I will take you there! Iqlima is now in Medan city!” Ilyas stretched the grip of his hand on Yahya's collar by striking him. The young man passed away leaving Yahya with a chaotic feeling.

***

Vroooooom vrooooooom

Layla, the second child of the Pranawa family follows a sunmori convoy with her boyfriend and friends. This shoulder-haired girl was wearing jeans and a leather jacket fluttering chessboard flags along the way.

“Woooooooo Huuuu Hahahaha” Shouts describe him very happy at the moment.

“I love youuuuu” Shouted Razil, the girlfriend from the top of the motor. Layla tightens her hug.

“We go to my villa!” Layla nodded in agreement. They moved away from the sunmori line.

“What this villa is indeed quiet?” Layla asked as they had entered into a luxurious villa. Razil nods. He opened his jacket and hugged Layla from behind.

“Only you and me..”.

“I love you so much” Razil whispers in Layla's ears. This young girl brushes.

“Mas... I also love you very much.. Never wish me!” Layla turned. This girl tightly hugged the boyfriend who led her to get into the room.

“There may be a woman as beautiful as you dear.” Razil kissed Layla's lips and took a sip. Layla changed witfully. The young man who was studying at a Private College began to take off the leather jacket Layla wore. Now the girl only wears a tanktop and her jeans.

“Beautiful once...” Razil back unite their lips. Layla's getting lulled.

Almost Razil lowered the tanktop rope that the beautiful girl was wearing, the sound of a cell phone suddenly ringing spread their activities.

“Where are you?! Morning is over!” Cahyati, Layla's mom called.

“Again... Hm... again at a friend's house, Ma!” Sahut Layla glanced at Razil.

“You'll be home soon! Hajjah Aisyah and Haji Zakaria will be visiting our house!” Tukas Cahyati's.

“What are they, Ma? How come Layla has to go home like this?!” Layla's grumbling is upset.

“They are Yahya's parents, your future husband! You should go home now! Mama doesn't want to know!”

Tiiittttt.

“Huft. What am I curbed!” Layla is back to grumbling. He wears his jacket.

“Honey... Where are you going?”

“You're home!” Ketus Layla's. Razil ruffled her hair. Disillusioned.

***

Kuala Namu Airport, Medan.

Ilyas' heart was beating incoherently. For more than half a year he had never met Iqlima. His eyes formed a dark circle due to not being able to sleep for 3 days. His heart slipped considering how rash he was in concluding things. His Iqlima, the Iqlima he had buried alive at the bottom of his heart, was still breathing there.

“I didn't expect to believe in a traitor like you!” Ketus Ilya.

“Me and you both guessed wrong. If you had seen him first, your heart would have hurt and hurt more. But in reality Iqlima did not do what was alleged! This is indeed a matter of viewpoint!” Yahya tried to defend himself.

“And you hid this for months?? Yahyah! What the f*ck are you doing?!!” Ilyas sighed many times. Yahya is at a loss for words. Actually he felt, now is the most appropriate time to tell all the truth considering the condition of Iqlima is still unstable. All conditions are not supportive. But Yahya realized, all this chaos was indeed his fault. Yahya chose silence and accepted all of Ilyas' anger.

Iqlima was still finishing his painting in the final stages when Yahya and Ilyas arrived at his residence. Doctor Jelita who does have a scheduled visit opens the door.

“Dok, Iqlima is there?” Ask Yahya carefully. Doctor Jelita was not surprised by Ilyas' presence because Yahya had contacted him first.

“Iqlima... Hmh.. A moment... I saw his condition first” Doctor Jelita was about to close the door.

“Dok... Any guests? Who?” Suddenly Iqlima came out carrying a medium-sized painting that he had just finished.

“Hmh... This is Yahya...” Heard the name Yahya Iqlima sumringah. His smile immediately expanded.

“And also.…. Ilyas” Further Doctor Jelita opened the door wide. A familiar name. Iqlima almost forgot about it.

Deg.

Ilyas's eyes glazed over. Iqlima and Ilyas stared at each other. Iqlima. His feet feel frozen.

“Hmmmm” Deheman Yahya breaks their gaze. Ilyas and Yahya glanced towards the painting that Iqlima was in at the same time. Only a few parts are visible. Like a picture of a young man. But who?

“Let's go in.. Hehehe” Doctor Jelita tried to melt the atmosphere.

“Iqfive, how are you?” Tanya Ilyas was still in the same position. Yahya has gone in and taken his place.

“As seen. Thank God I am so good!” The Sahut Iqlima is flat and looks like nothing ever happened. Doctor Jelita observed their movements. He took turns looking at Ilyas' gaze and Yahya's gaze toward Iqlima. Almost the same eyes.

“Come in, I take a drink first..” Said Iqlima went to the kitchen by returning to carry his painting. He tried to be friendly even though his cold attitude was still felt.

Chequek.

It turns out Iqlima is not into the kitchen but instead went into the room. He put the painting. Then he drowned his head in the pillow. Iqlima started crying. He cried sobbing holding his chest that felt tight.

Instantly all the memories that had passed back danced in his memory. The memory of Hilman who ambushed and was about to harass his honor on the beach Lights’uk. Later that same day, Ilyas canceled their wedding plans. Just the day after, with the chase together time, Iqlima witnessed Ilyas himself at the airport. The man easily left without knowing what his mistake was.

Iqlima felt pain not from a broken heart. Not because he broke up in love. Iqlima is humiliated. He feels played. A man he so respected toyed with the commitment they had agreed to and decided all without considering his feelings. The girl who held her pride very high, felt hurt. Let it be poor, let it be an orphan, let it be only a volunteer and a jobless worker, but she is also a woman with a heart. He is also a servant of God.

Many other memories that swirled filled the head that seemed to want to explode. The presence of Ilyas before him, reopens all the old wounds.

I told you never to come back. Hixes.

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