Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 36: Iqlima Iqlima... Oh Iqlima!

Yahya wants to see Iqlima. This young man had just finished surfing in cyberspace exploring just about anything women need. Google media is very useful for him.

“Mbak Sri!” call Yahya when he sees Sri coming out of his room after driving Iqlima in there.

“Sorry Gus, can I help you?”

“Please provide delicious food for Iqlima! Bring the best chef! Provide food from the Aceh area but food in this area is also still served! It's up to Iqlima to eat which one!” Yahya's Word.

“Good Gus. Then excuse me!” Sri will step away.

“Wait... Hmh, Bring me Iqlima curry Aceh! Yes.. Kari Aceh!” Yahya smiled remembering what Iqlima last cooked for them.

“Oh yes mbak Sri, buy also some pairs of best nightgowns! Ma'am Sri would have understood choosing it, right?”

Ba... Sleeping clothes? Means a nightgown for the newlyweds... Sri muttered with a nod of his head.

“Hmh, let alone yes..” Yahya seems to think.

“Buy some aroma therapy candles exactly like got Ummi! But choose fragrant Chamomile and Vanilla so that Iqlima more relaxed. All of you please call also mba-mba who used to massage Ummi to massage Iqlima! ” Yahya lays out everything he wants to do for his wife. Sri immediately took a cellphone making a list on the note of what Yahya set so as not to forget.

“Remember, just be quiet! Do not let Ummi know, also tell Iqlima this is the facility of this house! The point is don't say a gift from me! Okay?” Sri pegasian nodded in agreement. He went straight to the destination to do his job.

How strange is it, why can't Miss Iqlima know? Gumam Sri thought.

***

Hilman took out a mirror and comb from his pants pocket. He again combed the hair that has been slightly tangled to the back. Hilman has plans to fascinate Iqlima with his new look. This man seemed to forget the incident in Seulawah forest that made Iqlima traumatized several months ago.

To take the pearl, you have to dive. Splashed until completely wet into it! Aryan's words rang in Hilman's head. It was this philosophy that strengthened him in pursuit of Iqlima, the Pearl.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

Hilman knocked on Iqlima's door.

Hope cut deck dear not run away! Inner Hilman. Learning from experience, this time he intends to run a new strategy. Hilman does not want to behave like the bar before.

The stubborn poor girl who does not know herself should be seduced with the best moves. Hilman showed a grinning smile.

Chequek.

A young woman opened the door. Looks like a frown on his forehead. Probably confused.

“Halo Brother, My Name is Teuku. I came to see Iqlima. Iqlima is there?” Tanya Hilman elegantly. He asked the woman in front of him to shake his hand. Honey, the woman didn't rub her hand. Hilman had hidden a fresh red rose behind his suit.

“Sorry, Here there is no one named Iqlima!” Said Doctor Jelita alert.

“Really? I am a close relative of Iqlima! I would like to visit as well as pass on a message from his family because we have not met for a long time!” Yahya Fishing.

Hmh... This young man was doing too many unnecessary body movements. He avoids eye contact, his facial expression does not match what is said. A body that suddenly sweats. Fix him lying! Doctor Jelita analyzes.

“Sorry bang. You have the wrong address!” Doctor Jelita shut the door.

“Tung...gu!” Hilman is a step late. The door closed.

Shiiiit. Siaal! Hilman. He stayed away from the Iqlima residence. Hilman took his salary calling a bounty information hunter to file a complaint.

“That woman is lying, Boss!”

“Really? Are you sure it's the residence of Iqlima?”

“100 percent sure. I checked his family card at the local village office!” Hilman.

“What need Iqlima I kidnap let the boss be sure?”

“Close your mouth! Call her MISS Iqlima! You are not polite! ” Hardik Hilman fierce.

“Ma... Sorry boss! I.. Ja. I mean miss Iqlima!”

“Alright! I'll kidnap her myself later tonight! Get some people to accompany me!” Hilman's decree closes the call unilaterally.

Tonight I'll hold you dear…! Make you mine! Hilman smiled again.

***

“Ummi outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!” Hajji Zakaria said when he saw Hajjah Aisyah entering their room.

“What's wrong Ummi, Bah?”

“That was disappointed with the sentence that Ummi made to nak Iqlima!” The Tukas Haji Zakaria.

“Where is it, Bah? There is nothing wrong with Ummi! That Abah must have been disappointed, too, right? Honestly!” Haji Zakaria shook her head.

“Bah..” Hajjah Aisyah glazed.

“What because Iqlima has changed this way? Is it because the village girl whose origins are unclear abah so hate ummi?!” Hajjah Aisyah started crying. During her marriage, her husband never raised his voice.

“Ya Humaira, Yes Habibati! This time you've gone too far... In the eyes of Allah SWT we are all equal, equal! What differentiates? Just indictment. Property, position, is just a deposit. God chooses us to trust in temporary possessions. Why should we be arrogant? Maybe Ummi forgot about this. So remind me again!” Haji Zakaria softened his voice. He stroked Hajjah Aisyah's back lovingly. Hajjah Aisyah.

“From my vision, son Iqlima is a good girl, his eyes look shady. His clothes are loose and polite.kak Iqlima Close the aurat perfectly, Insha Allah shaliha!” Haji Zakaria. Hajjah Aisyah's face became increasingly tangled.

"Don't be fooled by his fake look, Bah! He's trapped our son! "

"This is not just a vision, Mi! Did Ummi forget that Abah was a Clinical Psychologist?" Hajjah Aisyah. He forget. In addition to her Master of Business Administration, her husband is also a Psychologist.

"Easy! Abah did not want to prolong this matter. Following God's destiny. As Yahya was happy with his marriage and Abah ridha with his chosen girl. Abah hope Ummi will do the same!" Hajj Zakaria closes talks.

Hhhh. Hajjah Aisyah snorted. After getting a reprimand from the husband, he chose to be alone in his study. Just the first meeting Iqlima has become a threat.

How not? The husband who always speaks softly can raise his voice just because of a foreign girl named Iqlima.

Iqlima Iqlima! My head wants to break! I won't ridha’ to him! The point! Hajjah Aisyah spoke with her own mind.

Hmh... Iqlima was in Yahya's room, It could be dangerous! What if Yahya let go and really touched it! Or maybe Yahya has already touched it? What if Iqlima is really pregnant? Hajjah Aisyah pondar mandir no koruan. Mind fucked. He repeatedly glanced at a bottle of potion in hand. Herb delaying pregnancy obtained from a person he loved very much. Now Hajjah Aisyah is really in the heart of Conscience or following his passions. This middle-aged beautiful woman was in a dilemma.

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Driiite

The sound of the door was heard slowly. Yahya went into his room. He saw Iqlima who had fallen asleep on the floor but his body was propping up on the bed rest. His face looks so tired. Yahya approaches.

A girl who grows naturally. Yahya Mumbled.

Hhhh He must be very depressed. It's gonna be heavy. Going forward, it might get heavier. Hope you can survive! If you don't survive, how can I defend you? The heart of Yahya.

Clique

Iqlima's eyes suddenly opened.

“Bang Yahya?” Iqlima was surprised not to be upset. It looks like Yahya is alluding right in front of him.

“Stupid! Why sleep downstairs?!” Ketus Yahya's.

“A... Me...”

“Curry up to the top of the bed! Don't bother me by having me massage your back because you catch a cold!” Yahya continued still with a sharp tone. He rises. Dismissed, then left Iqlima and went into the bathroom.

Who would tell bang Yahya to massage my back! I'd rather endure pain than embarrass myself. Huh. Gerrutu Iqlima.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

The knock on the door sounded. Iqlima rushed to open it.

“Nona Iqlima, sorry I interrupted. This is fresh goat milk made by Ummi Hajjah specifically for Miss! Please drink yes..This caring in-law is truly a blessing!” Sri said giving her smile.

“U.. For me? This is really for me?”

“Iya miss!” Sri Sahut. Iqlima changed sumringah.

Maybe I just misunderstood Ummi. It's possible that Ummi didn't mean to speak out loud to me. Think Iqlima. He accepted it with a happy heart. It is easy to make this girl happy.

“Thank you mba Sri!”

“Sama-sama miss Iqlima, then I'm sorry!”

The door to the room closed again.

Hmh...But... How'this? I don't like goat milk! Just smelling the fishy smell was nauseous. Especially drink? I can puke! Iqlima.

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*Note: Cut Dek Hotel Darling

-Cut\= In addition to being used for the title of Acehnese noblewoman, Cut also means small.

-Cut Dek\= Little Brother/Sister Darling.

-Lon\= Me.

-Cut Dek Lon Darling \= My dear Beloved.