Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter III: The Stunned

Yahya went into the barracks room that Ilyas had occupied for a year. He put stuff there. Then look around. Observing the shelter building unloading pairs made of metal material. Looks sturdy. Yahya opened the window. But his forehead shriveled as his eyes caught the three hooded female heads that poked slightly from behind the wall. Only the eyes of them are visible. He closed the window quickly.

“Why are the windows closed?” Tegur Ilyas who suddenly appeared carrying a package from the store.

“Do they often monitor you? " Task Yahya with a face pointing towards the window. Ilyas understood immediately what Yahya was talking about.

“Haha.. That's so... My charm still works really well” Sahut Ilyas origin. Yahya smiled shaking his head.

“What do you bring?”

“Oh this sugar and tea, default us later to pack Keuchik. They will host you later tonight!” Ilyas.

"Why sugar and tea?"

"Adat. A year here I feel like I'm at one with their habits"

"Haha you're really good at adapting, Yas! Salute" Yahya gave his thumbs up.

"Hm... All right, while there's free time, I want to look around the village"

"You don't want to rest first? Sorry, I have a meeting at the village hall! But Ga long, just an hour. After that I'll take you around. How's it?" Tawar Ilyas's.

"Nope. Ga problems. I can go by myself. I will tell you where I am. You can pick me up there after the meeting! "

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Yahya came out of the room carrying a backpack containing a mirrorless camera, tripod and wallet. Ilyas lent him his motorbike to make it easier for Yahya to wander around casually. This young man wore a long-sleeved shirt to keep his skin from sunburn.

Yahya took the helmet off the top of the bike. Instantly he realized something. A few eyes looked back at him. But this young man chose not to care. He started to turn the engine and then put the motor forward.

“Abang is who the hell?”

“Looks friend ustadz Ilyas. Dad said he'd see her tonight. Now I will return home to help Mamak prepare food” said Mr. Keuchik's son. The tail of his eyes still looked at Yahya's back which was getting farther away to the point of being invisible. He and his friends had just returned from the grocery store to buy some necessities.

“Rani, Lucky you.. Then later tonight there is also Ustadz Ilyas dong!” His friend shouted.

“If there is ustadz Ilyas why?”

“You had the chance to get his attention..”

“Don't dream! Ustadz Ilyas is like Iqlima.. Not you or me!"

“Ha? Who said?” The other law.

“I can see from the look in his eyes” Sahut Rani sad. His mood changed.

“Mm.mana may be classmate ustadz Ilyas interested in the same Iqlima! What are the advantages of Iqlima?!” His friend Rani begins to raise an unacceptable voice.

“Already ah, want to go home. Don't hunchah! I go first yes... Hurriedly.. Assalamu’alaikum” Rani instantly darted walking quickly leaving her stunned friends.

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Yahya drove his motorbike at a slow speed of 40-45 km/h. This young man really enjoyed the rustic atmosphere. Even though during the day the sun feels very stinging.

Yahya pulled over his bike, snapping some pictures that he found interesting. He saw some mothers helped by their daughters were drying Cocoa seeds (brown seeds) in the yard. Some of them peel the skin off. Some others dry the rice that has just been harvested.

Having managed to get some pictures, Yahya again continued his journey. He saw in this village there are so many coffee shops spread in several corners. His customers were mostly middle-aged men. According to one resident, coffee shop is one of the means of friendship in Aceh. They will exchange the latest information there. So do not be surprised if the coffee shop spread at so many points.

Yahya carried the motor while moving his head to the right and to the left. He was getting late enjoying the activities of the citizens who looked Harmony. Suddenly his eyes caught a commotion. A grandfather kneeling with a young girl was crying next to him. Yahya slowed down the speed of his motor. He caught a glimpse of it by continuing to walk trying not to care.

“Ya Rabb. Ima shy cake.. Hiks Hiks... Ima malamiu.. Let's go home.. Ima mohoon” Sayup-sayup the voice of the young girl is heard.

Hearing a voice like a wheeze called out to Yahya's conscience to stop the motor that was already 20 meters away from the location. He turned his motor. He opened the glass helmet he was wearing.

“Mbak mbak..”

“Ya?”

“That's no fuss what is it? How can anyone help break up?” Yahya asked astonished at one of the citizens who passed by.

“Oh it... The kneeling grandfather asked the host to accept his grandson as his son-in-law. But the host refused. Ah, his grandfather did, like to offer his orphan granddaughter to any man to marry. The view is so ordinary! No wonder anymore. If helped, later his grandfather even angry and hit using a stick. So the citizens no longer wanted to deal with the grandfather. His own grandfather was already a bit senile! Friday often!” The bright people shudder. Yahya.

“Kek, come on cake... Hiks hiks...” Iqlima is still caving. Honey, Grandpa didn't move out of his place either.

“Iya, But we go home first to the cake,,” Iqlima wiped the tears that scattered. His heart ached but he had no choice. His hand tried to pull Grandpa's arm to move. What power, grandfather remained firmly on his knees.

“Back the cake, I told you.. Iqlima doesn't deserve Hilman. A thousand women like Iqlima Hilman could afford. Grandpa should just go home!” Ampon Din. His hand pointed towards the road driving away haughtily while humbling Iqlima.

I don't know why seeing what happened Yahya's heart felt pity. The young man approached them. He took a handkerchief out of his pants pocket.

“Sorry yes cake!” Yahya said, He wants to tie his handkerchief to the leg of the grandfather who bleeds. The feet look black. It has been calloused and dirty exposed to the sweep of the soil continuously. Without any disgust, Yahya slightly cleaned it before tying the handkerchief. Iqlima and the villagers were stunned.

“Sss who are you?!” Jerky grandpa stammered.

Plakkkkp.

Grandfather swung his wooden stick hitting Yahya's arm with full force.

“Awwww” Iqlima and the girls there squealed in pain. Yet this young man still flinched casually. He still continues his activity of wrapping a handkerchief to the leg of the injured grandfather. Then Yahya drew his face closer, whispering something into grandfather's ear. The old man smiled and seemed to soften instantly.

No longer waiting, Yahya's burly hand immediately lifted the body of the grandfather ala bridal, then sat the old man on the motorbike and held it. Iqlima and all the citizens who watched, looked at the actions of Yahya.

“Halo.. You're his grandson, right? Where is the nearest hospital? This leg can be infected if not treated” Ask Yahya suddenly.

“Eh yes... Hmh In this village there is only puskesmas. Just go straight there. About 500 meters turn right, then you will find a crossroad, at the crossroad turn left. The road continues up to 300 meters again, if you find a large acid tree, turn again to the right. Later you will see the rice fields. Then...”

“Ah is already! Ribet! You just get on the bike, grab your grandfather. Show me where the puskesmas are!” Yahya's Word. Then he got on the bike. Aware of the narrow stool, Yahya was inching forward to provide a more spacious distance for passengers. Yahya begged God to make them easy.

Laying down two people in an emergency, Yahya took his bike slowly. Leaving Ampon Din, and the villagers who had just watched Iqlima without doing anything. They look like they are watching a show.

“I've never seen that young man. Who is he?” Whisper a girl with sparkling eyes. In silence, they are like finding a new idol.

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Krueng Lamkareung Puskesmas

Yahya took a wheelchair and brought his grandfather into the doctor's room after Iqlima had finished his registration.

"How's doc? " Task Yahya to the general practitioner on duty.

"Seeing his wound, I must refer this father to the General Hospital of Zainal Abidin, Banda Aceh. Because I found signs of high blood sugar. We need to get his blood checked into the lab. It is feared that he has diabetes" explained the doctor.

"I asked for a letter of reference doc! I'll take my grandfather there! " Speak Iqlima fast. His heart changed unbecoming. Doctor nodded.

"In the meantime, I'm gonna call my friend to bring the car here! We'll bring grandfather along" Tawar Yahya.

"No need sir! There are a lot of rickshaws out front. I can stop him. Sorry it's been so troublesome. Thank you very much. Only God can repay all your kindness! " Iqlima. He moved his head down the sign of respect. Yahya thought for a moment.

"Hmh well.if that's what you want. Excuse me! "

"Tu...Waitaminute! "

"Yes? " Yahya.

"Do you know what your father's name is? "

Yahya took something out of his pants pocket.

"This is my business card. If you need help, just call me at that number! " Yahya offered her card. Iqlima read the name listed there. Yahya El Fawwaz Zakaria. Mumbled slowly.

Yahya.

"Ah... Hmh one more... Call me Yahya or Mas Yahya. I am young enough to be called a father! Okay, dick Iqlima?"

Hesitating, Iqlima slowly nodded. This time, I really turned around. Moving away left Iqlima stunned. This girl quickly chased, She peeked at Yahya from behind the window of the Puskesmas. Yahya looked dazzling with his matic motor.

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