Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 22: This is Shari'ah!!

Haji Zakaria met Yahya who was preparing. This young man is in an hour's time to go to the airport.

“Ananda...” Yahya turned his head.

“Sorry, you were hasty in responding to your request yesterday!” Haji Zakaria took his place on the sofa that was available in the room.

“Because of Ummi right, Bah?” Todong Yahya's.

“Honestly, a little surprised you said your wish clearly in front of Ummi. Even though you already know very well what your Ummi decision is, because matchmaking has become a tradition downhill that is ingrained in our family” said Haji Zakaria improve the location of the torch.

“Son, your body gesture and words explain that you are not serious about asking for the girl. Maybe this is unfair, even I have not seen the girl of your choice directly.” Haji Zakaria paused his sentence by taking a breath for a moment.

“Actually I want to do it, I want to give you that chance. Seeing you fight for your best choice. You're mature enough to judge! But it can't be realisable, because you yourself don't know what you're doing! You don't understand what request you're making!” Haji Zakaria. Yahya. In the heart, this young man confirmed what his brother said.

“Fear Allah, Son! Marriage is a lifetime worship. Don't make decisions! It is true, the matchmaking is not a matter of religion, but a tradition that is trying to be maintained. But for sure, your Ummi will also not be possible to plunge his baby. Up here, do you understand?” Yahya who had just looked down slowly nodded.

***

Yahya frowned when he found the residence of Iqlima empty. This young man immediately took the device.

“Dok, where's Iqlima?” Todong Yahya's.

“Iqlima? He should have been home!” Doctor Jelita's.

“Dock empty! Iqlima is not here!”

“Really? I am currently treating patients. I'll be there in a minute. Maybe Iqlima is going to the market! Wait a minute!” Yahya took off and ended their conversation. This young man chose to sit on the front porch.

Please the doctor tell bang Yahya, Thank you for your good intentions. But ma’af, Iqlima will remain here. Iqlima is not going anywhere.

Iqlima can not continue to depend on others especially with a man!

Iqlima's words continued to ring in Yahya's mind. Unknowingly this young man smiled.

That girl's guts are so big! Yahya muttered still smiling remembering it.

Tired of waiting for Iqlima who did not return, Yahya went around the complex. He spreads his view. Slender. There was only a complex security guard standing guard at the gate.

“Sorry, the house at the end of the alley is empty. Do you know where the owner is?”

“Oh beautiful slim sister pack long hijab tu yes, bang?” The security guard asked with a typical Medan accent.

“hmm..” Yahya cleared his throat. I don't know why he wasn't happy with the question that Satpam asked.

“If the beautiful sister bang, hm. ga clear where. But it was about a big bag out of the complex. My brother walked. Don't know where I went either!”

“Ha?” Yahya.

“Wak look back at his return home, Bang! Try calling first!” Advice from the security guard.

“Eh, here kelen!” The security guard suddenly saw his co-worker approaching. .

“There's a little sister in the corner house?”

“Oh has boarded Putra Pelangi bus. Aceh Majors!”

“Together with whom?!” Sambar Yahya was shocked.

"Silver is alone bang!” Answer the security guard friend who approached them.

Iqlima to Aceh? For what?! Thought Yahya was astonished.

Drrrttt Drrrrttt

Yahya's phone is shaking. Mary's name adorns her screen. Maryam called? Yahya murmured again. He immediately raised a call from Maryam after thanking the security guard.

***

Iqlima woke up when the car entered the Batoh terminal of the city of Banda Aceh after a 14-hour drive. A letter that was delivered early in the morning by the postman managed to make it limp. I don't know who the sender is, which is clear that the letter is reporting that Nyakwa Nur is currently very ill. Without a second thought Iqlima went straight to the terminal after leaving a letter to doctor Jelita in the living room.

All kinds of feelings. Beautiful memories, bitterness, wound healing, fear, grated anxiety were seizing his heart at this moment. But Iqlima had no choice but to be strong and follow the course of life with his head held high.

Welcome to Banda Aceh.

Iqlima stepped up to carry his tote bag. This woman wore a veil and glasses so that it was not easily recognized. Today, Maryam is the only name Iqlima has in mind. He wanted to ask his best friend to accompany him to meet Nyakwa Nur.

Iqlima borrowed one of the phones belonging to a woman he met randomly to call Maryam. This girl loaded her pulse instead.

“Iqlimaaa... Is this really you?? Rabbi, I miss you so much! I was looking forward to calling from you because I knew today you would definitely call!” Screeched Maryam from across.

“I miss you too, I miss you too..” Iqlima's eyes watery.

“My dear... You must immediately buy a new mobile phone! All right,, now tell me what can I help?” Ask Maryam. Iqlima began to describe his wishes.

“Okay, come to the tsunami evacuation building in Blang Oi, I was right in the cream-colored house next to the building. I put Nyak Agam in there. After that together we go to the house of Nyakwa Nur, how?”

“Maryam, I don't know how to repay all your kindness!” Lirih Iqlima felt overwhelmed.

“Ah... We are best friends. You're too shy! All right, I'm waiting for you there!” Mary ended their conversation. The woman who had held the status of a widow smiled happily. He will meet his Iqlima. A friend he longed for.

Puk.

Suddenly someone patted Iqlima on the shoulder.

“Allahu Akbar!” Iqlima was surprised. His face turned pale.

“Sorry, your phone is done? Sorry I was in a hurry!” Iqlima felt his heartbeat. He quickly gave the phone to his master and thanked him. Iqlima breathed a sigh of relief then this girl immediately darted up on public transportation majored Blang Oi like Maryam naturalatkan.

***

The village of Blang Oi in the daytime looked deserted. Only one or two vehicles passed there. Iqlima stepped up with still carrying his big tote bag. But the young girl's steps are already frail. He's exhausted.

Iqlima stopped in front of the tsunami evacuation building, sitting down for a moment to gulp down his mineral water. He spread his eyes around. Who knows, Mary was waiting for him. But for a long time the eyes glowed, the nose of his best friend was not at all visible. Iqlima decided to go straight to the house that Maryam had said.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” Iqlima knocked on the front door. A big house.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.. Iqlima yes? Please login!” Owner with a friendly tone.

“What's Maryam here, mom?”

“Maryam again buy something in the market ahead, go inside! Said Maryam You are tired just arrived from Medan!” Iqlima.

“You Rest first in the room yes, I have prepared! This house is empty! My husband just left for work!” Iqlima is still in place.

“Already, don't hesitate! It was his room near the middle window. Second room from the right” Householder showing room.

“I.. Yes...” Sahut Iqlima is still hesitant. But slowly this girl opened the door. The size is quite large. There could be 7.5 x 8 meters. Iqlima slightly frowned when he found that there was already a backpack that was leaning on the head of the bed. The sheets also look like they have just been occupied because they look random in certain parts.

Feeling sore, Iqlima put his tote bag on a decorative table. It's a little vaporized. The head also feels heavy. Looks like resting here while waiting for Maryam doesn't hurt. Iqlima locked the door. Just now he was about to open his veil, but there was already a rowdy sound from outside.

Where is the adulterous one?!

Where are the men and women?!

Drag them out!!!

The noise of the alternating turns increasingly sounding loudly filled the ears. Looks like they broke into the house. Iqlima. Face paled. The shadow of the dark incident 6 months ago reverberated.

Driiiit

There was a door ringing. A man came out of the bathroom in the same room Iqlima was in. How surprised he was when he found Iqlima sitting near an ornamental table by covering both ears. The girl's body trembled strongly. While the voice outside was getting boisterous.

This is syari’at country!!! Don't let anyone commit adultery!!!

Bring the adulterer kelurr!!!

Drag them!!!

Iqlima is getting bigger. His face is getting pale.

“Iqlima, why here? It's me.. Yahya!” Yahya half crouched to see the trembling Iqlima. The girl spontaneously looked up.

“Ba... Bang Yahya?!”

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

“Pezina!! Open doora!!!”<TAG1> People are at the door of the room. They banged strongly.

Bruk Bruk Bruk

The beats turned increasingly wild and bar-bar. Iqlima and Yahya looked at each other.

"Pezinaa!!! Come outside"

Impatiently,

Braaakkkk

They immediately broke down the door and caught Yahya and Iqlima together in the room staring at each other in confusion.

***