Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 32: Yahya Forgot Himself

“Baang..” Call Iqlima excited without looking first. But how surprised he was when he saw Ilyas still on the porch of the house. Iqlima repeatedly told him to go home.

Hearing the call of a familiar voice in the ear, both Yahya and Ilyas turned their heads simultaneously. For a moment they pegged at the unusual look of Iqlima. Her beauty increased many times. The flaming red lipstick caught their attention.

“Woaaah! So fit all collected! Come in to eat. Iqlima is cooking special! It's a shame to miss the cooking!” Doctor Jelita suddenly appears and pulls fast the arm of Iqlima followed by Yahya and Ilyas.

An awkward atmosphere adorns the dining room. The sound of spoons and glass plates occasionally clashing broke the silence. The four people who were present and sitting opposite each other instead chose silence even though this was the first time they had gathered after a long time.

Only Yahya was not too focused because from earlier his eyes were staring sharply at Iqlima while his mouth continued to chew enjoying food. Unlike Ilyas, the young man who understood the law of how to stare at the opposite sex could only look down even though his eyes forced him to steal a glance at Iqlima who looked restless wetting his lips. Maybe this girl wants to remove the red lipstick that was already there.

“Huk Huk” Somehow Iqlima suddenly choked. Ilyas quickly took out the mineral water thrusting it. Just a split second losing fast to Ilyas, Yahya could only snort miserably. The hand that had gripped the glass was forced to quietly stretch it out of the grasp.

“You okay? Eat slowly, hm?” Ilyas gives attention. Iqlima glanced at Yahya who looked away indifferently.

“Can I add? It's really good, especially this one! What's the name anyway?” Tanya Ilyas praised. Mood melts.

“I.. the curry Aceh”

“Wah, Yas! you don't know? Iqlima is indeed a specialist in curry and gulai!” Doctor Jelita added.

"That's it! If you cook this menu every day it looks like I won't refuse! It's really delicious!” Ilyas sipped the broth from a spoon with sumringah. He was endlessly praising the cuisine of Iqlima.

Triiii

Pantingly. Yahya immediately threw the rough spoon and fork into the plate. He pushed the chair back and got up. The food that was left on the plate was left behind.

“Bang Yahya where to go?” A flabbergasted Iqlima immediately chased after her husband.

“Fresh air search!” Yahya sahut flatly held his voice, reluctant to turn his head. The young man who had just arrived at the residence Iqlima slammed the door of the car drove him to plunge gas through the rain.

Yahya, I still let you because of our family tree. But by Allah I will not forgive your deeds that have kept me away from Iqlima.

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Accompanied by a beautiful woman, Hilman entered one of the big companies in Aceh. A factory that produces cement. Thanks to the access Thursina gave her, today Hilman will meet her owner.

Suits and pantofel shoes make this young man look handsome. Different from usual, Hilman brushed his hair neatly back. The mustache and beard he had shaved out of nothing. Meeting important people made Hilman feel he had to show his best.

“Good day madam Cut Malahayati! I am Teuku Hilman from PT. Abadi Mine Coal located in East Kalimantan, representatives of Mr. Arya Pranawa brought the cooperation file!” Hilman shook his hands politely and gave a dignified smile.

Hmm. This woman is indeed similar to the person in the photo. It also looks like….. Iqlima. Beautiful too. Hilman pulled the corner of his right lip upwards. It was too easy for him to find information.

Again and again. Thanks to the intervention of Arya Pranawa, Hilman will play his role as best as possible. Of course not free, I don't know what the great businessman will be charged at a later date. But Hilman didn't care. The identity of Iqlima attracted more attention at this time.

"I am not Cut Malahayati but I am Cut Buleun, her son! "

"Owh... Okay sorry! I already thought so. It's just that I don't want to look too confident!"

“Good, Mr Teuku! But maybe it would be better if we talk in the cafe just to be more relaxed in discussing business problems! Don't be too stiff!” Durian tub collapsed, Cut Buleun who just landed from Australia is very happy to meet with an impromptu business partner from a well-known big company in Indonesia. He was determined to be proud of his mother.

Cafe Blang Muloh

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. My teuku! My special mother will greatly appreciate this!"

"Hahaha Miss Buleun, you speak too formally! Sure was! We choose your company as a business partner. Benefit companies with above average product quality and continue to experience rapid development! We can't afford to waste this opportunity! " Hilman was able to hypnotize Cut Buleun. His proficiency in speaking words makes them easily familiar. Cut Buleun is manned.

"Can we exchange business cards? It's a business card... Hemm... My personal business card! " Hilman offered a business card.

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The rain has stopped. Yahya paced in the garden trying to neutralize the bad mood that perched on him. Yahya's thoughts continued to rest on Iqlima wearing red lipstick. It was also Ilyas who continued to target the girl.

Yahya's face flushed in anger. This young man started surfing in cyberspace.

How to conquer the heart of women. Type Yahya. But again, he had to delete that sentence.

How to punish a wife who made a mistake. Huh. Yahya is getting caught up. He kicked the pebble that was right in front of his feet. Piqued. He decided to call doctor Jelita.

Jelita, is Ilyas still at home? Type Yahya.

Yahy!! Why did you just leave? You're jealous, right?!

Oye! I'm asking you! why are you asking back?!

I don't know! I have a meeting outside. Last time, Ilyas was still with Iqlima! Reply Doctor Jelita.

What's?! So you let Iqlima be alone with the one that isn't mahram just like that?! Sambar Yahya's.

I have a need in the hospital, Yahya! You better go back to Iqlima's house! Don't let your selfishness bring harm to your household!

Huh. What kind of wife is that?! Gerutu Yahya got into the car and drove her forward.

At the Iqlima Residence, Doctor Jelita hastily picked up her sweeter and bag.

I gotta get out of here! Wish Yahya had caught me still here! O Rabbi.forgive me. I sin! How's this! I'm really sinful. Panicked Doctor Jelita for lying. Ilyas was long gone after finishing his meal.

"Dok, where are you going? The doctor's job is over, right? " Tanya Iqlima was not excited.

"Hm... Yahya wants to come here! I don't want to interrupt your time! Byeee Iqlima" Doctor Jelita darted away after giving a lightning hug.

Justright. Shortly after Jelita's departure, Yahya returned to park his car.

"Bang Yahya! " Iqlima. He took Yahya's hand to regret it.

"You've never worn red lipstick before. You deliberately decorated to attract the sympathy of your ex, right? Or maybe you guys are still secretly in touch?! " I suspect Yahya launched an attack that had been harbored earlier. Iqlima gaped then shook his head strongly.

"You purposely told him to come here right? Then deliberately cooking a delicious meal for her, right? why just shut up?!"

"Oh. I know, you've made him food a lot. I'm no wonder! " Iqlima. Her tears began to grow. The accusation her husband made felt so piercing. Yahya took his place. His face is getting red. This young man did not know how to vent his emotions.

"Iqlima, today I deserve to be angry! Not because I'm jealous! Not at all! But because you've gone too far! As a wife you should understand your limits!" Yahya continued to judge. Iqlima was disappointed to hear her husband's confession.

"I know my limits! I'm not decorated for ustadz Ilyas! " Suddenly Iqlima replied. Her tears flowed.

"For whom?" Yahya awaits Iqlima's answer. The young man moved. He walked closer.

"For whom?!

"Let's say to whom? Why don't you answer it again?!" Urge Yahya who has herded Iqlima. The girl fell on the sofa.

"A... L'm... " The distance they were so close to made Iqlima a scene. Yahya noticed the intense red lips of the wife. The remains of the lipstick are still clearly visible.

I don't know what Yahya is thinking, but surely his body is squeezing the body of Iqlima so that this girl can feel the exhale of the husband that makes him crumble.

Yahya forgot himself. He reunited their lips. But this time it wasn't just sticking. The young man took a sip slowly then his movements turned crazily. He succeeded in making the heart of Iqlima almost jump from his position.

"Bao... " Call Iqlima wistfully after successfully scooping up a bit of air. The sweet call made Iqlima's mouth open slightly. That opportunity was not wasted. He attacked her again. Yahya's wild hands did not remain silent. He quickly found the location of the Iqlima button.

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