Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 37: Body Massage

Yahya came out of the bathroom with water dripping from the tip of his hair. This young man just finished taking wudhu’. His eyes caught the whereabouts of Iqlima. The girl was sitting in a mini pantry in the corner of her room. Mini pantry sealed with transparent glass complete with exhaust fan.

“Eat only! No need to wait for me!” Yahya's words disperse the reverie of Iqlima.

“Bang, this... can be eaten by the same people as Krueng Lam Kareung!” Lirih Iqlima who was confused to pick which food. Yahya approaches.

“Cash! Choose the food you like! The rest can be eaten by assistants!” Yahya sat down to take his place. After reading Bismillah, Iqlima began to enjoy his meal.

Not shower yet but why is her body still fragrant?What perfume is she wearing? Why is being around him I'm so clumsy!

“Hm... For a while you stayed in the boarding school until the press conference! We have to hide this marriage from the public until a time that is conducive” Yahya opened the conversation. Iqlima stopped chewing.

That means today is the last day I saw Yahya bang. After this, it may be a long time to meet again. Iqlima's heart murmur. This girl turned sad.

“You graduated Madrasah ‘Aliyah, right? I'll have the curriculum section direct you to hold some materials to teach in Ibtidaiyah if you get bored without activities!”

"If you continue college, can you?” Iqlima asked.

The lecture? Hmh... Not anywhere has been in a relationship with Ilyas, especially if the college? It is certain that there will be many unclear youths who are after him. Yahya stared intensely at Iqlima with squinting eyes looking thoughtful.

“Why is my brother looking at me so?” Iqlima touched his cheeks and mouth. Worried there's leftover food stuck.

“You want to go to college, right?” Iqlima nodded quickly.

“Alright, I'll grant it! But just college. Really just lecture”

“Ma.. Meaning?” Iqlima frowned.

“You may not attend any other organization or activity, may only attend regular classes no more! Later there will be a escort to take you home and pick you up!” Sahut Yahya's.

Ha's? Just be right! How do you want to move forward and grow? I need to be educated and have experience. Hmh, for a while I will, I will think of a way to melt the heart of Yahya! Iqlima. Yahya immediately took his gawai.

Rus, please register Iqlima at Trisakti Campus or University of Indonesia! All the files will be sent to your email! Do not need regular, complicated and long procedures. Register via self-guided line! Type Yahya into Rusdi's assistant. This young man took the time to glance at Iqlima who was still cool in chewing his food.

But if self-guided lines have to pay more, Gus! Usually it will add to the cost of building tens to hundreds of millions especially if the private campus like Trisaksi, and it all depends on the intended department

Just register!

Good Gus. Ready-to-implement!

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

There was a knocking on the door. Yahya pressed the wireless intercom unlock button installed in front of his bedroom door to facilitate communication with the assistants.

“Who?”

“Sorry Gus, I'm Asih. Previously said mbak Sri, miss Iqlima needed body massage services. I also carry a wide range of therapeutic aroma”

“Oh okay, just log in and wait on the sofa!” Yahya's Word.

“Iqlima, body massage including facilities provided here. Especially for the person who just occupied this residence! Its purpose is to eliminate negative energy or unwanted odor smell!” Yahya whispered. He looked at Iqlima with a serious look.

“So, you enjoy it! I want to pray first!” Yahya. Iqlima frowned, slowly he looked at himself. For a moment he began to sniff the end of the aroma in his body.

Does my body smell bad?

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The girl should be kicked out of here immediately. It is not at all worthy of Yahya. I need to act before it's too late!

Layla my dear, forgive Ummi for failing to look after Yahya for you. Hajjah Aisyah really felt devastated.

“How About Aisyah? Has the potion been drunk by the girl?” Tanya Hajjah Wirda via mobile phone. The mother of Ilyas was a close friend of Hajjah Aisyah, where she complained.

“I've asked the assistant to deliver it mbak, I will make sure first what has been drunk or not!”

“Haha I'm really curious about your impromptu son-in-law! I would love to see it!” Hajjah Wirda laughed.

“No need to mbak, shame! Really camp. Even the origin is unclear. I got so stressed thinking about it!” Hajjah Aisyah massaged her temple. Koyo and balm adorned his head.

“You must get rid of it! Nak Yahya it deserves a woman who is clearly seedlings bebet weight! I know exactly how Nak Yahya is. If not for being wooed all-out or framed, how could Nak Yahya be tempted!” Hajjah Wirda made Hajjah Aisyah nail.

“Sorry very much about Aisyah... Fortunately Ilyas was obedient, obedient and would marry Rumi! Although it has been more than a year out of Jakarta, but his heart and his stance is firm and not easily swayed! Not easily seduced by women let alone cheap women like Iqlima!” Hajjah Wirda's words made Hajjah Aisyah's head sicker. He wanted to separate Yahya and Iqlima.

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After praying two rakaats, Yahya sat down to read a business magazine on the sofa. Iqlima had finished his meal. All the leftovers had also been taken out by the assistants on duty.

“Sorry Miss, all the clothes that Miss is wearing must be removed first!” Saying Asih who does not realize that Yahya is still in the room.

“Ha?!” Iqlima turned pale. He glanced at Yahya who was reading casually and looked indifferent.

“Tt But..”

“It's okay miss, let the massage be maximum! Please use this cloth!” Asih thrust a piece of white cloth. He began to close the thin, transparent curtains separating the bed and sofa.

Change clothes where? Iqlima bit his lips. Again he glanced at Yahya who was still reading. There was no sign of her husband coming out of the room.

“Come, don't be shy! There's nobody here!” Urge Asih who saw Iqlima still silent. He was concocting various oils to be applied to the body Iqlima.

Is Mba Asih Gay there is a big Bang Yahya in there? Yes Rabbi... How is this? Iqlima is getting restless. No other choice, this girl got up from the top of the bed to change clothes.

“Mba Asih, what kind of oil?” Iqlima dispels his nervousness.

“This is jojoba oil, also there is almond oil for full body. If there will be stretch marks and scars, I will give carrot seeds oil to fade it. Ah, but I'm sure Miss Iqlima is definitely slippery, smooth and smooth. From his hands he looked! Gus Yahya can't go wrong choose wife!” Clear Asih. This 40-year-old woman blinked one eye.

Yahya who had felt sultry grew sultry but he still acted cool. Only, occasionally this young man changed his sitting position to be more comfortable. Iqlima pulled over, he leaned behind the closet and began to open one by one the buttons of his clothes hesitantly.

"Miss, because she's a newlywed so I give you a special recipe for miss and gus! "

"What recipe mba Asih? "

"Recipes to make Gus Yahya happy! I already know that you are newlyweds. Relationship R. A. N. J. A. N. G must be hot-hot again right.. hihihi" Asih giggling. It spelled out one letter at a time clearly. Iqlima's face instantly changed like a boiled crab.

Praaaanunkkkk

A glass of goat milk fell. The water splashed to the floor. The glass was smashed to pieces. Yahya. He accidentally touched the glass. This young man spontaneously rose out of the room.

"Non... Guu.... Gus Yahya from earlier was still in the room??" This time it changed into a trembling Asih. Iqlima.

Die me! Finish my history! I'm kudu piye?

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