Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 35: Task of Iqlima from Hajjah Aisyah

Iqlima walked in the steps of Ayi, the khadimah appointed by Yahya to take him to one of the rooms in the boarding house.

Iqlima spread his gaze around. Seen santriwati passing around. Some of them carry the mushaf al-Qur’an or the book of hadith. Their mouths speak to memorize it. Some others are joking using Fusha Arabic (Formal).

“Mbak Ayi, this is the new santriwati huh? Real pretty. Assalamu’alaikum mbak!” A santriwati greeted Iqlima.

“Wa’alaikumsalam” Iqlima gives his smile.

“Ssttt, you speak in Indonesian, you can enter the Court later!” Ayi warned.

“Kan talks the same santriwati new mbak! I have not learned Arabic yet, right?”

“Already, learn again there!” Tell Ayi to put on Iqlima's arm and hurry.

Chequek.

Ayi opened the room door. Ordinary rooms occupied by santriwati. There are two pairs of bunk beds with a total of 4 single bed types.

“You I place it here only! 3 The bed already has its owner. There's only one left in the corner!” Ayi said directing.

“As a new santriwati, you are obliged to carry out the rules in the pesantren! This post contains anything that should not be done!” Ayi gave a rather thick book.

“Originally where are you from?”

“From Aceh kak!” Iqlima.

“Call me Mbak Ayi only!”

“Huft, tumben-tumben-an Gus Yahya hand over santriwati directly!” Gerrutu Ayi's.

“Sampek kudu ngati-ati, Ojo nganti nggudo lanange son Kiayi!” Ayi gave a warning.

“Ha? What does it mean mbak? Sorry, I don't speak Jawa”

“Just don't let you tease Abah Haji's son! He is a very honorable man! Gus Yahya's soul mate has been set by a large family, certainly also from the honorable circles! We as ordinary women need to take care of ourselves! You know what I mean, right?” Iqlima's throat suddenly choked.

“Yes already, you rest first! I will give you the books you need to learn! Excuse me!” I closed the door hard. He felt a little annoyed because Iqlima got the attention of Yahya who in fact the most idolized person in Bustanul Jannah.

In a different place, Yahya went into his room. He took ablution and performed sunnah prayers two raka’at before introducing Iqlima to Abah and Ummi. This young man hopes that both his parents will accept his wife with keridha’an.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

“Sorry Gus, Abah Haji and Umm Hajjah are waiting!”

“Good!” Sahut Yahya's. He folded his alphabet and rushed to the family room. Hajji Zakaria and Hajjah Aisyah were seated in the main seats.

“Assalamu’alaikum Abah, Ummi.”.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.. Where to Iqlima?” Ask Haji Zakaria to the point.

“In pesantren, Bah!”

“Huh, just troublesome!” Gerutu Hajjah Aisyah's. Yahya.

“Mi, please take care of Ummi's words! Especially in front of Iqlima! After all he is our son-in-law!” Haji Zakaria spoke up. Hajjah Aisyah.

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"Dok, please take care of the painting! " Pinta Iqlima to Jelita's doctor by phone.

"Sip. Calm down! When I went to Jakarta, I took that one with me! "

"Alhamdulillah... Thank you, Doc!"

"By the way how are you at Yahya's residence? His family treats you well, doesn't they?" Find doctor Jelita.

"I haven't met Yahya's bang family yet, Doc! It's still in the room. I feel so scared ya”

"Segan why? Is it because he's the son of the man? Okay, relax! Treasure is not being taken to death!"

"Not only that, it turns out that Yahya bang is my Teungku Rayeuk's son! Here his call is Gus! Yes Rabbi.I think I'm just gonna get out of here!" Iqlima complained.

"What happened to Gus? Don't worry, let out all your charms! No need to be on the cicil, spend 100 percent! If yesterday-yesterday I suggest give him a bait fishing, then this time give him a direct bait. If Sugus dares to macem, don't give him…….!" Doctor Jelita paused her sentence.

"Don't give him what, Doc?" Iqlima frowned.

"Givet your ears! Because I'll whisper!" Iqlima followed what Jelita's doctor decreed. He really brought his ears closer.

"Don't give that Sugus…."

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

"So, someone's knocking on the door. God willing, we will talk again!" Iqlima immediately closed their talks.

“Hey! New Santriwati, you are called Ummi hajjah to face!”

“My name is Iqlima, Mba!”

“Same! You are, what am I saying? Don't tease Kiayi's son! You are called now, right? Huh, I won't be able to help you if it's this way!” Omel Ayi cynical.

Iqlima went into the main house with a heart that is not careless. But he tried hard to control himself. Meeting Yahya's parents means meeting his parents as well.

Chequelek

Door opens. Iqlima stepped slowly.

Hmh, Beautiful too. But no prettier than Layla! So he's the one who has bewitched up to do the taming of my son?! Inner Hajjah Aisyah when first seeing Iqlima. He sat down elegantly. A wife of a cleric filled the room.

"Abah'alaikum Assalamu, Ummi... " Iqlima came forward to greet her in-laws politely.

"Vaalaikumsalam.. Ahlan wa sahlan, son! " Abah Zakaria gave her smile. Very shady. Like a drop of dew, Iqlima's heart was cold. The father-in-law's smile resembled the smile of his late biological father. Iqlima's heart was touched. His eyes immediately glazed over.

"Sit Kid! " Titue Hajj Zakaria. Iqlima took his place next to Yahya. She glanced at her husband who kept looking down.

"Please talk to Ummi Nak Iqlima. Maybe someone wanted to ask Ummi to be more familiar!" Haji Zakaria again.

"Hm... What's your name and where are you from, son? " Task Hajjah Aisyah with a soft tone. Yahya. The first question that Umminya asked made her heart a little relieved.

"My name is Iqlima Noor Azkiya. I'm from Aceh, Mi!" Sahut Iqlima.

"What was your last education? "

"Madrasah 'Aliyah Negeri in Banda Aceh"

"If your parents' job? "

"The late Abu was a Bilal in the Mosque, the rest of Abu was a farmer who worked on rice fields and fields belonging to others. If almarhumah mamak a madrasah teacher ibtidaiyah state! " Hajjah Aisyah immediately smiled sarcastically. The tip of his mouth was pulled upwards but the eyes seemed to be underestimated.

"All right, son! Even if you come from the village and with a low social status..."

Deg.

"However, now you are the wife of a pesantren leader, hopefully you can take care of the husband and can also follow the rules in this environment! " Hajjah Aisyah said coldly.

"Baa... Ummi.... Insha'allah... " Iqlima.

"You don't have to do anything here! Your duty is only to serve Yahya wholeheartedly. The most important thing is that you should be able to give offspring to Yahya. Obligated a boy as a successor! This is an absolute duty!" Hajjah Aisyah said to the point. Iqlima has trouble swallowing his saliva.

"Mi.... Why did the language go there? Our daughter-in-law just got married, we haven't made them walimah either! " Serkah Haji Zakaria felt bad for Iqlima.

So I'm just a tool to produce offspring, right? Iqlima was sad. The momentary happiness he felt changed instantly.

"Let's clear and bright, Bah! Iqlima is an adult. Must know about the nature of the household. Especially Madrasah Aliyah graduates, right? When it comes to walimatul ursy, it doesn't really matter! Because the purpose of the walimah was to be held for the shiar and to make an announcement to the public that they were married..." Hajjah Aisyah paused her sentence.

"The problem is that their marriage is unwanted and they are framed! Both Nak Yahya and Nak Iqlima are unhappy with this marriage! It's unethical to celebrate with a party. And this also falls into the category of EMBARRASSING weddings! Let's just have a press conference! That's more than enough! Then, son Iqlima is from the village, so do not understand the frenetic life!" Hajjah Aisyah. Iqlima's heart is wet. His eyes condensed.

"Hmmm... " Yahya.

"Mba Sri, please take Iqlima to my main room for a break. My wife is exhausted from the long journey!" Yahya's word to Hajjah Aisyah's assistant of faith. Sri immediately took a look at Iqlima's arm.

"Iqlima excuse me Abah, Ummi..." Iqlima refrained from letting his tears come out. Hajjah Aisyah squinted at Iqlima who was getting away.

O Allah, what sin did I commit to have a son-in-law like him? What was Yahya's fault? His fate is very bad. Astarghfirullah's. The inner Hajjah Aisyah was upset.

It turns out that my existence here is not wanted by anyone! Who would accept an uneducated poor girl like me? Iqlima walked while thinking.

"What do you expect from Ilyas? The young Java Island was only wander briefly to our village...

He will return to his hometown. It is impossible to marry you! Moreover, you are poor and orphaned!”

Grandfather's words came back.

Cake, not just ustadz Ilyas. It's not just people who look at me. Now Yahya's family also humbled me.

Should I give up? Ask him Iqlima. Instantly his head turned around, glancing at Yahya who was still lowered. Iqlima's tears fell. The longer the harder it is.

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*Note: Teungku Children Rayeuk\= Kids Big Kiayi.