Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 20: Layla's New Mission

Jakarta

Yahya arrived at the hospital. He will visit Rumi, the future wife of Ilyas who he said also still have relatives with his family. Yahya stepped with a troubled mind. Honestly speaking, Jelita's request to marry Iqlima made Yahya's mind in these three days slightly disturbed.

Yahya himself did not know what feelings he felt for the girl. Yahya knew for sure that it was not love. He is not the kind of person who can easily fall in love. With Dara Keumala alone, the only woman who ever moved her heart. The woman whose existence now knows where.

Marry Iqlima. Please make her your wife. Whether interested or not. Either it's just pity or it's love you haven't noticed. Please take her with you. You've been involved so far. You are a righteous man, you are a devout man who fears God. If she marries you, at least even if you don't love her, you won't hurt her. I believe that! Yahya massaged his painful temple.

“You're Yahya right?” Someone patted his shoulder from behind. Yahya's daydreams are buyar. He frowned.

“I am Arya, the father of Rumi is also Layla”

“Aah... Mr. Arya, what a coincidence! I want to visit Rumi!”

“Let's please me inter” Arya and Yahya engaged in conversation.

From a distance, Layla who was in front of the hospital door noticed her father walking over with a young man.

Who her? Layla looked on without blinking.

“Layla, why are you here?” Arya.

“Pa, Layla... Layla just got out of room. Mbak Rumi just finished eating” replied Layla but her eyes did not move from Yahya. For a moment their eyes met. Arya opened the door. Layla continued to watch over Yahya until the young man entered the room.

He must be Ilyas, no no. Maybe he's Yahya! Layla sumringa. He slightly tiptoed peek inside.

“Bang Yahya..” Gumam Rumi. He spontaneously wants to sit from a lying position. Rumi, who from the beginning had put his heart on Yahya, immediately sparkled.

“Sleep only, Do not force to sit!”.

“You know me?” Rumi nodded quickly.

“I'm sister letting mas in the cottage first!” Rumi, her face was met. Yahya. Arya sat down to read the available newspapers.

“Mas used to be the general champion, right? When the exam comes, you almost never study. I prefer to sleep but can always answer less than 10 seconds! I've heard this news a lot!” Rumi's words brought Yahya to reminisce about his past.

“Haha, that's all overrated news!” Tukas Yahya's. Layla still saw Rumi and the young man's activities from behind the window but his movement stopped when an incoming call filled the screen.

“Ya with Razil.”

“Mas Razil? Mas Razil who!?” Layla surprised. He looked back at the cellphone. It's not Razil but Ridho. Layla condemns her carelessness.

“Eh mas Ridho.. Sorry, I thought...”.

“Layla, you're not cheating, are you? Don't worry now that I'm in Singapore you're walking with another guy!” Sambar Riddho.

“Yes not dong darling! Later tonight we videocall-an ya! Byee” Layla instantly closes unilateral calls. He was in a hurry to see Yahya who had come out of the room.

“Mas Yahya... Wait... Mas...!” Seeing his call that was not discussed, Layla immediately grabbed Yahya's hand.

“Awww..” Layla surprised because without warning Yahya immediately threw his hand.

“Eh sorry sorry.. Not intentionally.. I'm appalled. What are you doing?”

“Ih mas! Don't be rude to a future wife!” Layla Spray. He pursed his lips.

“Calon wife?”

“Yes, this is Yahya nyai's son... uh his son Ummi Aisyah right?” Yahya was stunned to see the teenager who was in front of him.

“Ya, then?”

“I Layla. Don't pretend to be innocent! We are both arranged with family!” Layla puts her hand together.

“I'm not a child, Mas! Mom said, I'll marry you after I graduate High School!” Layla half-sniffed and then snorted.

“Hhhhhhppppp hhhmmppp Yahya held his laughter in pain.

“Hey Little sister.. Instead of thinking about marriage, you better think about how to pass the exam! Studying hard! Okay?” Yahya still shook his head and turned around. He began to step but before he completely moved away, his body again rotated.

“Oh yes, next time do not hold a man's hand carelessly. Maybe the guy has wudhu’! And.. One more, Don't be angry! Soon to be an adult, Okay?” Yahya slightly patted the top of Layla's head which did not exceed her shoulder height. This young man immediately shot up. A small run left Layla twitching her eyes. Stunned.

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Doctor Jelita carries a transfer proof paper. The money Iqlima regularly sends to the Rais family every month. Money that he intentionally set aside. Doctor Jelita knocked on the door of Iqlima's room to submit the evidence. Yet silent. No one's saying.

Driiiit

Doctor Jelita slowly opened the door. Iqlima who slept curled up on the prayer mat. Water still pours in the corner of his eye. Doctor Jelita rubbed Iqlima's head lovingly.

“Do not go...” Doctor Jelita looked over. He said he heard a stifled voice. Iqlima. The girl took the doctor's hand and hugged him tightly.

“Do not go…. Iqlima do not want to be alone. Please do not go again.. Do not leave Iqlima.. Pain once..” Rintih Iqlima who cried in his sleep. The girl shook her head strongly.

“Iqfive...” Call doctor Jelita. His heart was filled to hear the sobs of the great girl before him.

“Aaaaa.. Hiks Hiks…. Hiks Hiks” Iqlima Awakened. He was crying so much. Lately, Iqlima has had nightmares. He was afraid to sleep while worried about experiencing something similar.

“Aaaaaa…. Hiks Hiks” Tangis Iqlima broke in the arms of doctor Jelita.

“I love you my sister.. I love you.” Doctor Jelita was crying.

“You're having nightmares again?” Doctor Jelita cupped Iqlima's face. The girl nodded.

“Pull your breath in deep. Then exhale. Do it repeatedly, hm?”

“Don't be afraid.. I'm with you.” Iqlima hugs it. It was as if this girl no longer wanted to experience loss.

On the other side. At the same time, Yahya encountered the Hajj Zakaria.

“Sorry Yahya interfered, bah! Could it be that Yahya asked for a minute?” Tanya Yahya met Haji Zakaria in the park. He saw his brother cutting some roses and painstakingly arranging them. Routine work that he always does once a week to be placed in the workspace Hajjah Aisyah, his beloved wife.

“By son, you want to talk about what?”

“Hmh... About Wedding, Maybe it's time Yahya got married!” Haji Zakaria spontaneously turned. He put the roses. Then embrace Yahya to sit in the Gazebo. They started a serious conversation.

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Layla can't sleep. He flipped his body over the bed. Layla has promised to do a video-call with Ridho, her boyfriend who is studying high school in Singapore. But it seems Layla is reluctant to do so. He prefers to think of Yahya. The one who is called will be her husband.

The meeting that was unintentional today was so imprinted on his mind. As the prima donna of the famous school in the capital, Layla was offended. No man has ever rejected his charm. He is a fashionable, rich boy who has a strong influence in the business world, his friends describe his likeness resembles Kim Jisoo. A top singer from South Korea. Less especially?

But Yahya lightly laughed it off. Think of Layla as a snot kid who has to study hard to pass the exam.

It is absolutely unforgivable!!! Layla clenched her palms inflamed.

Hhhh. Who does he think he is? Just watch!! I will make her bend her knees and realize how mature Layla Asmarini Ningsih is!! Layla nodded her head. His spirit did not dim even increased rapidly.

Yahya, the challenging figure that managed to make him curious. Now Layla has a new mission: Conquer the Heart of Yahya!

Maybe it's time I said goodbye to Razil and Ridho. They are less handsome and dashing than Yahya! Hmh But…. Wait wait wait..There is no harm in dating them to fill the day while waiting for Yahya to marry! Layla changed sumringah! She hugged a happy pillow. Her puberty was completely filled with the pink virus.

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