Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 29: A Thousand Steps, a Thousand Lives

“Why are you going to Aceh so often, son? Is there a Foundation project that is already in charge?” Hajjah Aisyah asked when he and Yahya had reached the shopping center. Hajjah Aisyah intended to buy some goods as a hand for the Pranawa family.

“Aceh is very effective, Mi. Yahya likes!” Yahya Sahut simple. This young man was not calm. He checked his phone repeatedly waiting for a message from Iqlima.

“Try you choose, which is better? Indian Sari Fabric or Kazakstan Silk?” Hajjah Aisyah raised two items as a comparison.

“Kazakstan” Sutra Hajjah Aisyah nods in agreement.

“Why does Ummi bother shopping by himself anyway, Mi? Can you ask to buy mba Sri or others!”

“This one is special, son! The combination of Ummi tastes is also your taste! This is for Layla, your future wife!” Yahya sumringah because the message he was waiting for was on his screen. Hajjah Aisyah thought that the smile Yahya gave her was in response to approval.

On the other hand, in the same place. Layla and Razil were eating together in a food court inside a shopping mall.

“You eat it slowly dong yank, until you eat it! Ntar kedak you know!” Razil took a tissue wrap around Layla's mouth.

“Huk Huk Huk!” Layla coughed. He was really choking because his eyes caught Yahya, Hajjah Aisyah and their two assistants walking from one storefront to another.

“Mas, excuse me! The rush! Bayarin well!” Layla sipped her drink.

“Byeee”

“Hey, wait... Where are you going?” Razil gawking at the behavior of her lover. He can only be disappointed, even though after eating Razil wants to bring Layla to his villa.

Layla is hiding in the corner. He observes Yahya from a distance not too far away.

So handsome! Hihahi. Layla giggles herself to monitor Yahya.

His nose, his eyes, woaa. Perfecto. Layla sparkles. He observed Yahya's movements.

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Yes Brother, this is adek at home. Not anywhere! Yahya smiled in response to a message from Iqlima. But even confused about what to reply.

Dik Ima don't forget to eat. Do not forget to pray. Did you shower already? We will video call! Type Yahya. Ah cliche! Yahya again deleted his message.

Alright Dik. As the saying goes, Yahya sends his message of gratitude. Iqlima was slightly disappointed by Yahya's reply. She wanted to know more specifically what her husband was doing. Maybe he was busy. Thought Iqlima was encouraging.

Yahya stepped out of the building after bidding farewell to Hajjah Aisyah to go home early. The scorching sun made Yahya take out anti-UV glasses and head for the parking lot.

“Mas Yahya...!” Call Layla excited.

“You're here? Same who?” Yahya rolled his eyes around.

“Tadi sama. Mas Yahya anterin I came home huh?” Pinta Layla's. Yahya ticked his clockwork. There are still 2 hours left before he took up Islamic taman lessons at the lodge.

“Pleaseee... Anterin yes? Yes yes yes?” Yahya sighed before finally nodding.

“How do you play it so far?”

“Cuma nge-mall really. Maybe God purposely predestined. The proof is that I met Mas Yahya. Maybe this is what you call a soul mate, huh? So I can't wait to be married to Yahya!” Layla covered her mouth with a palm.

“You are a cool kid! Easy blend!” Sindir Yahya shook his head in wonder at the behavior of the teenager beside him.

“Living by the way, what a hard thing! Later if we are married we will chat more often!” Layla looked at Yahya. He noticed that his nose was sharp and his chin was split by the man.

Truly a creature without pores! Layla was amazed.

“Ha? Whahuh? What did you just say?!”

“So I nanya... I'm beautiful ga?” Layla puts her head on Yahya's arm. This handsome young man was shocked.

Tiiinn. Another rider pressed a long horn because of the car that Yahya drove.

“Your name is Layla right? Sorry, don't do this! I'm already married. My wife will be angry!” Yahya said quickly.

“Hahaha... Yahya mas is very plain, yes! Take me to bring all the wives! Kan his future wife mas Yahya it's me! I like to joke too! Hahaha” Layla laughs loudly.

“Ttt but mas..” Layla shakes her head.

“I'm a married man” Yahya stopped his car in front of the gate of Pranawa residence. Layla's face turned crumpled.

“You don't want to come down?” Layla twists the tip of her shirt. Grunt. The movements that the young girl made reminded her of Iqlima.

“Down. I have a teaching clock in the cottage! One more thing, take care of your attitude. Especially against the opposite sex! You are beautiful and attractive. Surely many men who scramble to take your wife someday!” Yahya.

Layla is down. He went down without seeing Yahya, too, without saying a word.

Who is Yahya's wife? How dare she thwart Layla Asmarini Ningsih's dreams! You perakor! The whole world knows who Yahya is! Just watch! Layla muttered clenched her hands. Angrier. Yahya's car drove away leaving him.

"Fucking actor*n!!!!" Layla started screaming.

"What is the right punishment for the actor?!! This way the devil will also be inferior, brengs*kkkk!! Actor brengs*kkkk!!" Layla keeps swearing. He was so angry to hear that Yahya had been taken by another woman.

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“Master, Master will really leave us?” The inhabitants of the Kajue Prison did not seem willing to be free of their lord. Some time during his time in prison, Hilman has a lot of knowledge in the criminal world in convicts. The existence of the person called the Demon Master felt so deep in their hearts.

“Remember my message, Budok! After I'm gone, you don't fight and get in trouble with Darut again! In the black world, he also wanted to level up from an ordinary robber to a stale world! Please guide him well! Don't let me one day hear the news that he is adrift in the streets!” Budok nodded sadly.

“Cangguk, you also do not often secretly take the food ration Caheung! Let him put his weight up. Now he was already too skinny! Breathing is hard! Give him a chance to be feared by opponents with a full healthy body! His success later, also pride for all of us!” Hilman patted the glassy shoulders of the inmates.

Budok, Darut, Cangguk, Caheung and so on are special nicknames that are awarded by the Master to all inmates who are in his guidance.

“I'm sorry!”

“Masteeerrrrr!” The senior prisoner hugged Hilman.

“Do not crybaby! Shame on your tattoo!” Hardik Hilman's.

“What is the Master plan when free later?”

“Merpercc*sa wife person!” Sahut Hilman shows his smirk.

“Ha... Ha... Hahahahha... Life Master..... Life Masterrr!!!” The Napi are haunting Hilman.

Ampon Din had been waiting for his only son in front of the lapas.

“Thank you Abu!”

“As promised, divorce Roses and Jasmine!” Order Ampon Din without stale bases.

“Do Abu already know where Iqlima is?”

“Think of your fate first then you think of that rancid girl!” The Sambar Ampon Din.

“While you will stay at Blang Oi village. Because your presence is very feared by the people in our village!”

“In the village of Blang Oi? In whose place?”

“On Thursina's vacant house! Siri's wife Mr Keuchik!” Ampon Din Sahut.

“Bu Thur? Siri siri keuchik's wife? Hahahahahaa” Hilman laughed in disbelief.

“Keuchik it's too difficult to submit. But we can play around a little with his rich serial wife!” Ampon Din smiled. The corner of his lips went up. Hilman nodded his head.

“I'm warning you to be careful, Hilman! This is the first and last time I'm gonna get you out of jail! I risked a thousand thousand lives for you! The rest, I will no longer be able to save you!” Hilman.

“I will hand you over to Mr. Arya to be guided directly by him! I believe you will become a dignified human in his hands!” Ampon Din said with great hope for Hilman, his only son.

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