Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 27: The Heart That Promises Doa

Iqlima came out of the bathroom and found that Yahya had fallen asleep. This girl stepped towards the window. Get over there. The lights of Banda Aceh City are still visible. Iqlima contemplated the journey of his life from the beginning until now he has become a wife. The endless sadness.

19 Years he has lived in bullying, exclusion, threats, terror, almost harassed to attempted murder. Especially after both parents died, the ordeal felt increasingly so. Iqlima has felt so much loss. Large families who stayed away from him, parents, husbands who were killed sadistically until the grandfather who left suddenly because of a heart attack a few months ago. It really is kara.

Iqlima swept away his tears crying stifled. He turned to look at Yahya who was sleeping on his back with a blanket covering his body to the chest. Iqlima began to step closer to the man who had now become her husband. Seeing Yahya from a close distance. Whether to get courage from where, Iqlima ventured to touch Yahya's thick eyebrows that slightly fused the tip.

His fingers slowly ran there. This was the first time he had looked at Yahya so intensely.

O Allah, Although Iqlima and bang Yahya are united not in a special way, but Iqlima still thank him. Can Iqlima ask bang Yahya to never leave the life of Iqlima? Iqlima wiped his tears.

Iqlima has lost too much. Iqlima doesn't want to feel it anymore. Too painful. It was so painful that Iqlima was afraid to meet new people. Iqlima was afraid that the person would disappear again.

O Allah. If any of us should go, Iqlima please.

O Allah, if not to You.To which other God can Iqlima beg and ask? You are the only God who controls us. You are the owner of our soul.

The heart of Iqlima continues to pray. This girl realized that a lot of fret had to be changed steadfastly. And Allah will never not incite Do'a-do'a.

Sreeeeggs

“Allaah” Pekik Iqlima surprised. Yahya suddenly caught the hand of Iqlima surfing on his brow. Yahya's eyes were still tightly closed.

“A... I…. A... Ak...” Caught wet. Iqlima. His voice sounded bad.

“Sleep... We need a lot of stamina for tomorrow's trip!” Yahya let go of Iqlima's hand but he remained reluctant to open his eyes.

“I..Iya!” Iqlima quickly entered the blanket next to Yahya. He closed his whole body without any rest. This girl promised tomorrow she would not see Yahya in the slightest. Iqlima completely cursed himself who had done another stupid shameful thing.

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“Din... How do you feel today after failing to catch a game?” Arya revives her cigar with a mysterious smile. They sit in the dark. There was only a small flickering flickering light that was deliberately turned on.

“Da... Where did you know it from?”

“Ck. Even when was the last time you threw kot*ran into jamb*n even I know!” Sahut Arya clear. Ampon Din is flabbergasted.

“Din, when rice fails to become rice, then make it into a good porridge!” Ampon Din. The longer Arya feels more colonized to enter the realm of privacy.

“I have entertainment for you! Entertainment so that your mind is fresh so you can be smarter in capturing prey!”

Puk Puk's.

Arya clapped her hands. A woman in skimpy clothes came into the room. The floodlights clearly highlighted the woman's body. She wears Cleo Patra from the Middle East with her face covered in a veil. The darkened room caused this woman to not be able to clearly see who the guest she was serving was.

The sound of music is heard. The dancing woman began to wiggle her body. It doesn't look attractive at all. Only the wild again sensual movements made the woman seem in demand. I don't know what's on Arya's mind, but Ampon Din tried to blend with the show that was presented.

“How? Did you enjoy it, Din?” Arya offers her glass toast a drink containing Vodka.

“Do you doubt my greatness, Din? Almost two decades I've picked you up! Did you forget that?” Sahut Arya again poked.

Seettt

The soundproof indoor music flow stopped. Surprised by the atmosphere, the mature brown-skinned dancer looked to the right and to the left. He also lifted his head up. Suddenly the veil she was wearing came off. An object that I don't know what pulled the cover on his face.

“Me... Jasmine?!” Ampon Din standing up. The call dancer turned out to be a figure he was very familiar with. Floodlights also highlight the existence of Ampon Din. Melati.

The ashes are here? Mumbled. Melati tried to cover the clothes that actually failed she closed. It turned out that the man who had witnessed it was his own In-laws. The father of Hilman, her husband. Melati suddenly ran forcing the guards to open the door. The door opened after Arya nodded her head.

“Din, you are a stupid loser! Choosing a daughter-in-law is not smart let alone want to paralyze the enemy!” Arya patted Ampon Din's shoulder.

“You must be careful in choosing the stairs to the top, Din!” Arya whispered. Ampon Din's face was red. Really bad day for him. In addition to failing to realize the punishment for Iqlima, he found the fact that the daughter-in-law he was proud of all this time was nothing more than trash. Not to mention Ampon Din being the months of Arya. The jerk in front of him made Ampon Din feel depressed. Now the PR is increasing. Will he ever again have to ask Arya for help to realize his ambitions?!

Watch out all of you! Ampon Din clenched his hand. Piqued.

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She was crying, was she sorry about the marriage that happened today? Yahya who did not sleep at all realized that Iqlima had been holding back his tears. Yahya felt the eyebrows that Iqlima had touched. This young man had to withstand the body turmoil which was somehow very difficult for him to control.

Does he not sleep with a robe? You freak! Yahya's heart murmured. He who can not sleep diverts the turmoil that erupted in his body by secretly surfing in cyberspace.

Tips to melt the heart of the mother. Type Yahya idly in the search field. Shortly afterwards he removed it. Tips for asking parents for blessing. Yahya read it solemnly’ but the answer he wanted was not listed there. His family will definitely find it difficult to accept Iqlima. Her thought.

Sreeett

Iqlima suddenly turned around. Yahya. The girl's blanket was open. The hood is pulled up, Iqlima does not button the full gamis at the top. The atmosphere of silence is like a moment. Yahya. The phone he was holding almost slipped out of his hand.

Rabbi.... What other temptation is this?

Being in one room let alone one bed with a girl really overwhelmed Yahya. Though previously he did not really understand the world of women and rarely involved with them except his mother.

But why is his body too hyperbole in response to circumstances? Thought Yahya was puffed up. Slowly veil Iqlima who is pulled up he lower it. Yahya took his pillow and chose to lay down on the sofa after previously doing light gymnastics to smooth his blood flow.

Iqlima.. Huft! I'm not sure I can control myself if I'm constantly around him! Yahya Mumbled. He almost closed his eyes, but a message suddenly entered his cellphone.

Assalamu’alaikum mas Yahya…

This is Layla Papa Arya's son, remember? This is Layla Yahya's future wife. Oh yeah, this is Layla's phone number, don't forget to keep it. Okay? Good Night Mas Yahya 🤗.

Yahya frowned. Layla's? Yahya smiled shaking his head. He chose to close the phone and ignore the message and enter the dream realm.

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