Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 34: The Gate of Bustanul Jannah

Iqlima dragged the suitcase while carrying two bags with difficulty. This girl missed a few meters behind Yahya who was walking leisurely in front of her. Two days ago, the young man visited him without bringing anything with him.

“That's so! A conch can win if you walk that way!” Yahya turned around to reveal his hand.

“Brother leg step is too big. I have a lot of stuff!” Iqlima. In his heart he hopes the husband took the initiative to help him who is having difficulty carrying many things.

“Mistaken themselves! Too troublesome! Your stuff is just left out! Later there mba help buy clothes!” Yahya said indifferently then turned around and went back to walking leisurely.

Iqlima tried hard to catch up. He probably left his suitcase and his bags. Huh. Iqlima grunts sebal. Iqlima continued to walk in waves until his net caught a figure he knew.

“Kak Daraaaa!” Call Iqlima wave your hand. Dara. Iqlima's call brought Yahya's move to a standstill. A familiar name. Dara who was opposite direction from them waved her smile.

Deg.

There was a very smooth sigh felt. Yahya was on the spot. Dara approached quickly. But his steps came to a halt when he realized there was Yahya who was staring at him. That big smile disappeared instantly.

Yahla? Mumbles Dara. This was their first meeting in years.

“Kakak and bang Yahya already know each other huh?” Iqlima realized their awkwardness.

“Yes. Yahya it...my lover! Um... My ex-lover!” Sahut Dara clearly glanced at Yahya who smiled wryly.

Ex-lover? Iqlima heart mengelos.

“Where are you going to bring a big suitcase? You know Yahya too?”

“I... Hm...” Iqlima glanced at her husband.

“He wants to study at one of the pesantren in Jakarta!” Sahut Yahya fast. This young man picked up the lightning bags that Iqlima was holding as well as his suitcase.

“I want to check in into!” Say Yahya to Iqlima. The young man immediately darted inside leaving Dara whose eyes continued to stare at Yahya's back until it disappeared behind the wall. Their body gestures did not escape Iqlima's vision.

“Iqlima, what are you and Yahya related to? He can't be your husband, can he?” Todong Dara's.

“We.... hmh...”.

“Haha my question is ridiculous! Where could he be your husband! Yahya couldn't have married that fast!” Dara smiled shaking her head.

“Kak Dara to Jakarta in what order?”

“I attended my divorce hearing and husband! Pray everything is good, yes! Sweet boy, I'll go to the toilet first!” Dara patted the shoulder of Iqlima and immediately shot up. Halfway he stopped and looked back. Dara frowned looking thoughtful.

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Hilman enters an elegant American Classic style home. All neatly arranged according to proportion. This young man looked cool with hair that had been trimmed and new earrings attached to the earlobe. Perfume with luxurious aroma giving jasmine makes it look classy. Melati obtained the perfume from the results of her one night stand date with a foreign man. There was no jealousy in Hilman's heart.

I don't know what this blue-blooded man was thinking, which obviously his whole mind was filled only by Iqlima, Iqlima and Iqlima. Anger, jealousy, deep love and tarnished self-esteem make his desire to be able to find Iqlima even greater. He was eager to spill all the pain that befell the soul, venting it on the girl who had made him infatuated.

“Hilman... Sit-down!” The sound of the call made Hilman's concentration crumble.

“Buleun.. Your home is so beautiful! You alone here?” Puji Hilman looked around. It didn't take long, he and Buleun instantly became familiar with each other.

“This is my great-grandfather's gift to my mother! But now mom is still on vacation in Australia!”

“Wah. Your great-grandfather must be a great man! Can I know who he is?”

“Ah, You are also great Teuku Hilman!” Sahut Buleun fast.

“Kakek.. Hmh... He is Ampon Polem Pasha. Commonly called Ampon Lem!”

Wha what?? Call Polem Pasha?! Hilman. The glass in his hand shook. He knew exactly who the person who had served as the Wali Nanggroe. Really not just anyone. Hilman covered her shock with a nod.

“I'm very interested. Your family will be so inspiring! Could you tell me about your family? How many of your great-grandfathers have daughters to have intelligent offspring like you!” Hilman keeps feeding. He sipped a drink ready to hear another great thing.

“My great-grandfather only had an only child, my grandfather. My grandfather had 5 daughters. Mom is the 4”th daughter of Sahut Buleun. From earlier the skill of Hilman has made this girl blushed. He thought that a handsome businessman like Hilman was interested in his personal life. That means......

"Oh Wow... Okay... Nice!" Sahut Hilman elegant. Hilman prepared to dig deeper into the information. But an impromptu phone call distracts her.

Oh my.. She is truly charming!!! Screech the captive heart of Cut Buleun.

"How did it go?"

"I've managed to find the address of Miss Iqlima's residence, sir! " The paid assistant immediately informed him with details.

Yass!

"Goody! Get a ticket for me to go there! I'll see him before I go to Jakarta! " Hilman.

***

Soekarno Hatta Airport

Yahya and Iqlima sat in a cafe after landing. They're stuffing their stomachs.

“Kak Dara's... Really Bang Yahya's ex-lover?” Ask Iqlima. Yahya stopped his food.

“We only ever planned to get married! That's all! ” Sahut Yahya lazy. I don't know why Yahya's answer made his heart hot.

“Why not get married? But Bang Yahya still likes Dara's sister, right? Then just now why like the people who are marahan?” Tanya Iqlima. He couldn't not be curious.

“Why overnight can you turn out to be this chatty?!"

Aww. Pekik Iqlima's. Yahya gently nosed his nose.

"Recycle your food! Right now I'm not in the mood to discuss anything!” Ketus Yahya's. Iqlima.

This girl remembered the figure of Dara Keumala, her upperclassman first. Beautiful woman who became the prima donna of school. Together with Rafi, the woman was also an Ambassador of Agam Inong in Aceh Province.

Hhhhh Women who bang Yahya like that class. Me? Where there's nothing. Iqlima ruffled the contents of the plate without intending to put the food in his mouth.

Huft... Why did he have to puck his lips like that anyway? Really unsettling! Yahya's grumbling heart that had noticed Iqlima's strange behavior.

“What are you thinking? Are you jealous?”

Shoot Yahya. On target. Iqlima.

“Huh, just got jealous! Quickly finish the food! More than 5 minutes left I'm here!” Threatening Yahya, he got up from his seat to the cashier.

“Ha? Bang... Waituu!” The panicked Iqlima hurriedly spooned his food into his mouth. Yahya silently raised the corner of his lips upwards showing a smirk.

***

"Remember my message! Do not argue with Ummi. What he said, take it! Think of us as a war offer! You know we're guilty of marrying secretly? " Yahya warned Iqlima while wearing the robe and turban purchased by lightning on the way.

Pondok Pesantren Bustanul Jannah. Pondok Pesantren Paradise Park. Iqlima read the entrance gate pamphlet. A large pesantren with acres of land visible for real before him.

Yahya's car entered the courtyard. Two assistants at the gate came over. The assistants will usually bring Yahya's bag or just paddle him to avoid sunburn.

"Nobody knows about our marriage! I'll go down first, only then will you catch up. There will be a Khadimah to pick you up! " Say Yahya with regular intonation. He looks dignified with his turban and robe. Iqlima. He can only nod.

Assistant opens the car door.

"Assalamualaikum, Gus! "

"Waalaikumsalam Wr W. Please bring the suitcase and the bag in the back! " Tell Yahya.

"Gus Good. Abah Hajj and Umm Hajjah are waiting for Gus Yahya in the living room! " Say Assistant. Yahya nodded. He glanced at Iqlima hinting that he was going in.

Iqlima. This girl just realized who Yahya really is. It turned out that he had been married by a big boy. Iqlima bit the seedlings underneath anxiously. His heart senat cenut not because of.

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