Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 25: Not a Dream Marriage

Ampon Din enters a star hotel. His footsteps echoed. Accompanied by two assistants, he entered a special room that had been booked away.

A mature man in his 50s and quite handsome had been waiting for him. Smoke surrounded the man. I enjoyed sisha.

“Mr Arya, long time no see!” Ampon Din extended his hand. The corner of Arya's lips went up. He smiled mysteriously.

“The villagers from the mud hole like you.. can now be stylish! Prok Prok Prok!” Arya clapped her elegant hands. Ampon Din. His hands felt frozen.

“Hahaha... Don't get too tense! Relax!” Arya got up from sitting down. He pulled out a chair and sat Ampon Din on it. Arya gently massaged the middle-aged man's shoulder that was before her. But slowly the massage turned into hard movement until Ampon Din complained.

“I don't like stale bases! Where is that forest land you promised me? Also...... what I awarded 5 years ago you did?” Aryan Whispe. Ampon Din goosebumps. Throat's choked.

Hilman's father had suspected that Arya would claim ownership of his ancestral forest lands. But Ampon Din did not expect the question would slide this fast. Ampon had prepared a pot of marijuana as a gift for their first meeting after many years.

Ampon Din is still hesitant to give up the promised land because all villagers will definitely rebel. I don't know what Arya will build on that land later.

All this time, it was no secret that a descendant of nobility seemed to possess many ancestral heirlooms. But unfortunately the land is not productive, only a few rice fields that provide results. This is not balanced with his lifestyle.

The meeting of Ampon Din and Arya in 2004 when a tsunami hit Aceh changed his life. It is undeniable that Arya was the one who made it to the point now. The man poured a lot of coffers on him to date he has owned a gold shop, a rice mill factory as well as a fabric material store. But of course, all is not free. The middle-aged man from the land of Java must have a disguised mission.

“Rilex... I brought Vodka and a lady for you.. For a party tonight!” Arya patted Ampon Din's cheek. Hilman's biological father pecked for a moment.

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Yahya and Iqlima are now in the religious affairs office (KUA) of Meuraxa sub-district, Banda Aceh. They are directed here after a man who turns out to be a traditional figure (Tuha Peut) insists on marrying them.

Bak Poteumeureuhom, Hukom like Syiah Kuala, Qanun nibak Putroe Phang, Reusam like Admiral. Tuha Peut suddenly came to them while buzzing Hadih Maja (Philosophy of Acehnese life) with a thick book. His arrival turned things around to 180 degrees.

Forced marriage? it's ridiculous! Iqlima and Yahya have made it as clear as possible that they are innocent. But peut insisted. Because according to the customary law of Blang Oi Village contained in the book of reusam, unmarried couples and caught off guard must be married or handed over to the Shari'a Service’at Islam to be tried by the state.

Tuha Peut wanted to contact their parents to solve the problem in a familial manner. Iqlima agrees. If necessary justice must be done by calling the Shari'a’at Islam.

But Yahya immediately prevented it. As a prominent person from among Kiayi, this news will surely tarnish the good name of the family. Yahya can not let this happen, especially if their news is covered by the media. Yahya could not imagine how the problem would affect the family. His Ummi must be sad and wrathful.

“Iqlima's parents are gone. The marriage can be represented by a judge. No need to call family. I will marry Iqlima now with a dowry...!” Yahya seemed to think.

“With the dowry of this watch!” Yahya releases the watch given by his business partner. Iqlima was in disbelief. Yahya decided to marry her unilaterally.

“Bang... Do you know what you decided?” Whisper Iqlima with a strong tone. This girl shakes.

“There’s no choice, I will clear up this matter after we get married, okay?” Yahya stared at the netra Iqlima.

I accept the marriage and marriage of Iqlima Noor Azkiya bint Taufiqurrahman Ya’kub with the dowry.

“How is witness?”

“Sah”

“Sah”

“Sah”

Ijab Kabul has already spoken. As fast as lightning, their status had now changed.

What are you doing Yahya? Yahya's mind groans. There is a feeling of regret there. Yahya massaged his painful temple. He's a married man now.

Iqlima shed tears. His feelings are mixed. Twice married, but the way she married was not at all the marriage she dreamed of. Now Iqlima can only surrender to accept where destiny will take him.

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Yahya and Iqlima came out of Blang Oi village after all the matters were finished. Although many things still leave a question mark, but they choose to move away from the village that has changed their lives in a matter of hours. There is no communication going on between the two at the moment. Yahya was deep in his own thoughts. Until then,

“Bang, problems in the room..” Iqlima tried to break the silence.

“We discuss later” Sahut Yahya cold. Iqlima's mouth closed again.

“Bang...” Yahya turned back with a matted face.

“I have to go to Nyakwa Nur's place, she is very sick!” Yahya shook his head flat.

“You were framed, Nyakwa Nur was fine” Iqlima biting her lower lip. He went back to silence. Iqlima could feel Yahya's drastic mood swings. The young man's pace was moving faster, maghrib would arrive in less than an hour.

Ddddrrrrrttt Drrrrttt

Yahya felt the phone in his pants pocket vibrate. Hajjah Aisyah called. Yahya chose to ignore the phone call from his mother by stepping up quickly.

“Iqlima..” Call Yahya. Silent. There is no lawfulness.

“Iqlimaa.. Why you....!” Yahya raised his voice. He grunted and then looked. It turns out that Iqlima is no closer but left far behind. The woman who had just become his wife walked slowly in a limp. Yahya shook his waist, then forced to retreat to the position of Iqlima.

“It's dusk, why is the road so long, anyway?!” Yahya asked annoyed. He took a tote bag from Iqlima's hand and squatted his back to the girl.

“Get to my back! If the road is like a snail we will not get to the destination until tonight!” Ketus Yahya's. Iqlima ignored her, the netra of this girl caught a rickshaw that happened to pass near them.

“Paakkk, stop pack!” Iqlima waved his hand. Yahya rose from his position.

“Bang, we ride this rickshaw only yes!” Said Iqlima clapping lightly and then smiling sumringah. He was so grateful to find a rickshaw without having to walk again. Honestly, his legs have been very sore because all day is only used to stand for hours.

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Yahya talks to the receptionist to reserve a room. The young man decided to stay at the Hermes Palace Hotel. He took a suite room type room for comfort. Iqlima was waiting in the lobby while reading a tourist destination magazine. The sound of rumbling pantofel shoes that passed slightly disturbed his hearing.

A middle-aged man in a neat suit and in black glasses caught his attention. The man walked with several bodyguards to the elevator. Iqlima looked around, but at once his eyes were perfectly rounded as someone Iqlima knew well approached the man in the suit. They talked.

Aa... Ampon Din? Iqlima's body stiffened. With a quick movement, he picked up the destination magazine he had on hand to cover his face. Right at the same time, Ampon Din turned his head towards Iqlima. The man walked over to her.

Deg Deg Deg's.

Iqlima's heart was pounding.

Ampon Din's footsteps were getting closer. The man stopped right in front of Iqlima.

“Hmhhh” Ampon Din throbs strong.

"You..... " Ampon Din's voice boomed.

“Bring all these destination magazines to the room!” Tell Ampon Din to his assistant. Cold sweat poured down from Iqlima's forehead. The middle-aged man passed after giving the order.

Hah Hah Hah.

The breath of Iqlima. At the same time, Yahya who had just booked a room approached him.

“Why you?”

“A... I want to go to room!”

“We eat first, after that we pray together’ah in the room!” Sahut Yahya's. Iqlima immediately shook his head strongly. Yahya frowned.

“Bang....” .

"We eat first, I'm hungry! " Ktus Yahya's.

"Bang, let's go to the room...!" Iqlima repeated his request. The eyes also began to water.

Seeing Iqlima clear, Yahya sighed and nodded. This girl took the veil from inside the bag and put it on. Again Yahya could only frown.

After wearing the veil, Iqlima got up from his seat. With a quick movement Iqlima draped his hand into Yahya's arm. No matter where Iqlima gets his strength, this girl is able to drag Yahya fast.

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