Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter II: Grandpa Action

The ripe yellowed grains have been harvested. Farmers in Lamtamot village handed it over to Pick Up cars after it was put into jute hitchhikers to take to Hilman's factory. The rice will be processed into food products that are ready to be eaten.

Hilman sat in a small shell or hut supported by 4 poles in the middle of the field watching his subordinates work. He sat cross-legged with the village elders enjoying a cup of black coffee and smoking clove cigarettes.

Some of them smoke green basil, the tobacco typical of the fragrant soil Rencong almost resembles marijuana plants. This green tubong is legal to buy because it does not have side effects such as marijuana. Some of the fathers love to smoke this type of tobacco. Smoke also billows spreading a distinctive smell around.

“Alhamdulillah, there have been many changes in a good direction since the volunteers settled here. Moreover, they work together to involve meungku-teungku gampong build this village” said a Tuha Peut (Tuha Peut : Mention for the Special Village Legislature of the Aceh region)

Hilman played his gunshot. Hearing with displeasure. Honestly, Hilman did not like the volunteers in their village. In addition to monopolizing Meunasah (Langgar), they also make their charm in the eyes of the girls drastically decreased. Ilyas especially. The presence of the young man attracted the attention of many people.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah... The programs of the Government as it exists today are a blessing for our village. God willing for the advancement of future generations. Moreover, volunteers like Teungku Ilyas, he really seemed sincere in carrying out his duties" Sahut Pak Keuchik (Keuchik : Mention for Village Head).

"Really Sir! Moreover, thanks to the services of Teungku Ilyas, a wealthy entrepreneur who did not want to be named bought 10 hectares of land in this village to build the Foundation. I am really moved! " Say the other Father. They all nodded their heads. Agree. Except Hilman. Hearing him, the heart of the young man with the appearance of a Bangladeshi man grew covetous. He immediately threw away his kretek cigarette even though it was still half left.

Their conversation came to a halt when a car from a distance approached entering the village gate. The road is bumpy because of the influence of the hilly region causing the speed to appear drowned. As it got closer, the driver stopped the car on the road.

"Assalamu'alaikum Friends!! " Who is none other than Ilyas kindly after lowering the car glass. He raised both his hands in salute. Friends is an Acehnese greeting which means friends but in a more familiar and warm sense. Ilyas really did his part really well.

"Wa'alaaikumsalam Teungku Ilyas! " Reply them in unison. Ilyas invites Yahya down from the car he was riding in.

"This is Mr. Keuchik, Mr. Tuha Peut and the gentlemen... I asked for permission to bring a relative of mine to stay in this village. Yahya his name"

Yahya gave his greetings.

"He wanted to see the development of children in learning religious knowledge. Brother Yahya is the one who will be involved in the construction of the foundation later" Ilyas explained asking for permission. Entering foreigners into Lamtamot village is indeed a little difficult. They are very wary of outsiders.

Ilyas sendiri menyembunyikan indentitas nya sebagai pimpinan pondok tinggi di Jakarta dan memiliki beberapa usaha di tanah Jawa dengan menjadi relawan biasa. Awalnya ia hanya ingin menambah pengetahuan dan pengalaman selama 3 bulan dengan mengikuti program pemerintah menjadi relawan. Namun lama-lama ia semakin senang menggelutinya. Hingga tidak terasa sudah setahun Ilyas menetap di desa ini.

Mr. Keuchik and the others immediately welcomed Yahya's presence. Their full trust and respect for Ilyas caused them to ask little questions and immediately give permission.

"Later tonight, stop by my house! Guests should we jamu! Peumulia Jamee Indigenous Geutanyoe! Hahaha " Said Mr. Keuchik warmly shaking Yahya's hand.

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"That's great.. You are the golden boy in this village! They treat you so well! Wuiii Teungku's position" Seloroh Yahya when they had returned to the car.

"Haha.. My team is the same as Guru or Ustadz. but the citizens here are good. They're actually interesting too. You will be curious and more curious if you want to stay here for a little while! Who knows you'll find your soul mate here!"

"Are you persuading me to volunteer as well? Or just a stale base?" Yahya raised next to his eyebrows upwards.

"Haha I'm asking you pretty diplomatically right? "

"Unfortunately I can't this time, Yas! There's a project in Singapore that I need to finish. I also have a young marriage interest! I'm getting married in my 30s!" Sahut Yahya's. Ilyas. He forgot that their characters and hobbies were indeed 180 degrees different. The introvert guy doesn't really like to get involved with a lot of people. Yahya also prefers indoor activities rather than having to meet people except for business purposes.

"The age of 30? Haha... Ah, that's right! Don't let me throw a raw bogem at you just because it turns out you were married earlier than me! " Ilyas shook his head feeling unsure of that one commitment.

"Haha Asemmm" Yahya smiled at a glance in response to Ilyas' words. The car that carried them finally entered the courtyard of the Volunteer Barracks.

"Ssssttt Ssssttt Ustadz Ilyas.... Ustadz Ilyaass returns home" Whispers of a herd of teenage girls who see a volunteer car stop. They were on their way to the Meunasah for the Zhuhur prayer. His goal was none other than to see Ilyas who used to be a priest there. They also come in faster to attract attention.

Ilyas and Yahya got out of the car together.

"Woaaa Masya Allah... So handsome... " Squeak one of them from a distance.

"Hey, look.. that's who...! " Pointing the others towards Yahya.

"Hmh..Maybe a new Volunteer! Oh Allah... Not losing handsome! " Squealing one of the others shut his mouth.

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Kaaaaaf Haa Ya 'Aiin Shaad~ Dzikru Rahmati Rabbika 'Abdahu Zakaria~ Iqlima recites the Quran with a tartil rhythm. Her voice sounded beautiful.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

"Mar... yam? "

"Hah Hah Hah..." Maryam carried her 5-month-old son panting.

"You why? "

"Rigger Yakob... Hah Hah Hah.. "

"My grandfather why?! "

"Iqlime... Hah Hah's... Iqlima... hurry you to the house of Ampon Din! Your grandfather did it there... Huh Huh!! " So Maryam panicked. It seemed like the woman had deliberately ran to Iqlima's house just to deliver this news.

"What?! "

"Quick Ima! " Tell Maryam.

"Yes Rabb.... " Iqlima immediately darted into replacing his face with a veil.

"Mar, wait for me here! I'll pick up grandpa first! If you want a drink, just take it inside!" Iqlima said no less panicked. He knew that Maryam who had asthma could not run anymore. Maryam nodded. Women who already have one child choose to sit on the terrace.

Iqlima half ran towards Ampon Din's house. The house of one of the villagers of Lamtamot. Father of Hilman.

"Please Ampon Din re-apply Iqlima to Teuku Hilman...." It looks like grandfather is kneeling on the ground begging. He cupped both his hands. Here many pairs of eyes see the work of him who has not once twice done this.

"Sir Yakob... Iqlima has rejected it... We can't reapply him.. It is also good that my grandson refused! It means he's self-conscious! From the beginning I actually did not agree Hilman married Iqlima... Sorry just sorry... We agree more with Pocut Meurah, the girl who is clearly marwah position! Iqlima is who... Cih" Sahut Ampon smiled amusedly, mocking.

"Please Ampon... My grandson has many privileges.... Iqlima's smart cook, he's smart filial kid... " Grandfather is still begging. Last by walking around he was determined to walk to the house of Ampon Din.

"Go back Mr. Yakob.. You are wasting your time!! " Ketus Ampon Din's.

"Kaakeeeek!!!! " Meekik Iqlima from a distance of 7 meters. He immediately pulled his grandfather to his feet. Now all eyes are on him.

"Free Iqlima!!! " Register Grandpa.

"Let's go home to cake!! Ayoo's home... Hix... " Iqlima's tears began to fall.

It's a pity that Iqlima... Got a grandpa so... Wrong himself.he is also arrogant... Yesterday it was proposed... The trash woman... Diha... Holy oomph... There was a loud voice whispering.

"Detachable... Grandpa is begging Hilman to propose back to you! Aneuk Stork!!! Hardik Grandpa. (Come Stork : Foolish Child). People who see staring with a look no less mocking again condescending.

"Yes Rabb... Then Grandpa humiliates Iqlima. Ima maluuu kek... Ima shy... Let's go home.... Ima mohooon" said Iqlima. He really did not know where to put his face. Repeatedly grandfather humiliated him in public. Begging for a man to marry her. As if it was an unsold item.

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Note:

🌸Teuku and Teungku mean different things!

🌸Measurement\= Ustadz

🌸Teuku/ Ampon\= Title of Aceh nobility.

Teuku is a noble title for men from the Acehnese tribe. Teuku was a hulubalang or ulebalang in his Acehnese language. Just like other patrilineal cultural traditions, the title Teuku can be obtained by a boy, if his father is also titled Teuku/Ampon.

🌸 Jargon Peumulia Jamee Adat Geutanyoe (glorifying guests, our tradition) is a habit that is carried out by the community for generations and has now become part of the Aceh custom.

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