Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 38: The Tempest in the Garden of Heaven

Hilman bit a finger when he found the residence Iqlima in the city of Medan completely empty. There's no one there. There were only a few items splattered on the table, two three strands of clothes in the wardrobe as well as some paintings that were well painted on canvas.

Hilman took some clothes from the closet and began sniffing them. He's looking for traces of Iqlima there. Floral aroma that seems feminine can be felt by this young man, whether it is just his feelings. What is clear, sweet fragrances that perched in his kiss made Hilman feel more and more missed Iqlima.

“Bos, what is our next step?”

“I will think about it after arriving in Jakarta!” Hilman answered with fixed eyes circling around. His attention was drawn to a painting wrapped in a piece of white cloth, this young man slowly rubbed the cloth.

“I... It...” Hilman frowned, slightly surprised.

“Bos, we have to get out of here right away. Soon the complex security will wake up, the drug effect is almost reaching the deadline!” Hilman. The young man took along the painting and Iqlima's clothes with him.

While in the Zachariah family residence, Yahya had been flipping his body on the bed. He can't sleep. The rest on his body has not died down. Yahya has tried to dampen it by exercising or the like.

But that desire still cannot be controlled. Asih's words made him recall the events of a few days ago. The incident with Iqlima on the sofa made his wild mind continue to colonize in the head.

On the advice of Hajjah Aisyah who is afraid of slander, Iqlima should remain silent in the pesantren tonight. They separated again for a while.

“What's wrong with my body?”

“I've never been like this before!” Yahya ruffled his hair rough. Frustrating. Cold sweat the size of corn seeds came out from the pores of his skin. Yahya tried to lean against the wall of the bed and then took his gawai.

Iqlima, what are you doing?

Iqlima, you must take responsibility!

Iqlima, I…

Aaaargh. Type-types on the phone none of which sent. As usual, this young man again deleted it. Huh, it feels too silly if I call her these nights. Gerrutu Yahya's.

Dddrrrttt Drrrtt

Yahya's phone is shaking. She sumringah. But his smile faded when he found out it was not Iqlima who contacted him.

“Gus, I want to report the results of Budi's investigation about the case in Aceh!” Rusdi's voice sounded.

“How?”

“Still gray. Somehow Hilman managed to escape from prison. It was most likely that the young man had arranged for all the trapping schemes to get Iqlima to be lashed! The motive is revenge. About Maryam, it has been used by Hilman as a fishing rod. Budi is still investigating what exactly Maryam's motives are, but most likely because of the money!” Rusdi gave a report.

Hilman free? That easy?! Yahya clenched his hands. He thought hard until he fell asleep by himself.

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“Say! What needs are you called by Ummi Hajjah?” Ask Ayi in a high tone. He who gets the night shift keeps the santriwati curious about the facilities of Iqlima in accessing the residence of Hajjah Aisyah, his lord. The other santriwati in the room looked at him sharply.

“Nothing mbak, only in herbs eating. That's it” replied Iqlima who slightly shut his mouth because of yawning. The massage given by Asih made him become very relaxed so that he became sleepy.

“Hey, Santriwati new! You are really a big doubt!” Ayi sat Iqlima. Instantly his nose smelled a fragrant smell so fresh from the girl's body.

“Oh I know! It turns out you do have ulterior intentions! You want to tease Gus Yahya with your excessive perfume, right?! Answer!” Saying Ayi. Iqlima.

“Do you not know that women are forbidden to wear excessive fragrances? Especially if the goal is to tempt a Gus?! Bahlul, cheap lady! You must be punished! Take her to the bathhouse!” Tell Ayi, 5 people herd swiftly dragged Iqlima to the bathhouse.

“Release! Let go of me!” Iqlima. He trembled. The shadows of the past are back together. Iqlima feels tight. He was dribbled to a wall that was black. His body swiped there. The stench like the smell of sludge was rippling. Iqlima sudden nausea.

“A.. What wrong? Hhhh Hhh” Iqlima difficulty breathing.

“You're still asking what's your fault? You are Acehnese, right? You should know what sharia and Boundaries against the opposite sex are!” Tukas Ayi's.

“Take ice cubes so he understands! Remember that! Don't make a fuss!” Continue the windy Ayi. They follow what is instructed. A bucket of ice crystals came to his front. The herds quickly fill the water into buckets to the brim.

Byuuuurrr

The water landed perfectly onto Iqlima's body. Suddenly he shivered.

“This is a punishment for the ganjen woman of Jahannam's prospective residents like you!”

Byuuuurrr

Ayi again flushed water mixed with ice cubes into the body of Iqlima. This girl is cold. Lips turning blue. It's getting crowded. Ayi pushed her back against the mossy wall. White clothes Iqlima increasingly look abstract. Ayu will already take a swing to flirt with the big dipper the third time. Iqlima was already unable to endure the cold. Suddenly,

Blaarrr.

Awwwwws. Ayi shrieked loudly. His hand holding the dipper was twisted by Iqlima. Circumstances turned around. The dipper along with the cold water fell to the floor after successfully flushing wet Ayi's body.

“I am indeed an Acehnese, then why?! I entered your Group's residence because I was invited in, not me who wanted it. Then where's my fault?” Ask Iqlima. The biting cold that perched on the body made his emotions rise many times.

A santriwati named Nilam who was newly occupied in class IX or equivalent to a junior high school level 3 quickly fled to the residence of the ustadzah.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

“Assalamu'alaikum Ustadzah, ustadzah... get out! Santriwati just made a fuss!” Nilam panicked.

“What? Making a fuss how?” Senior Ustadzah panicked.

“Santriwati just attacked ustadzah babysitter very brutally! He with nothing to water Mbak Ayi with cold water!”

“Astagfirullah... Right so?”

“I testified! I swear!” Nilam was sure.

“Yes Rabbi, how is this?!” Senior Ustadzah shaking.

“Some other santriwati have already headed to the residence of Ummi Hajjah to report this!” Continue Nilam again. Senior Ustadzah staggered.

“What if Ummi Hajjah knows this. So embarassing! Let's see that new santriwati!” Nilam.

Still from the bathhouse, though,

“Less aj*r! Summarize him! We have to report to another ustadzah if necessary to Ummi Hajjah to know the taste! He's like a tarzan and doesn't deserve to be in this garden of heaven!” Ayi Murka's. The herds were about to catch Iqlima's hand. But quickly the Acehnese girl pushed strong Ayi's body to collide with their bodies. Simultaneously, together they all bounced onto the floor. Iqlima did not stay still, he took water from the bucket containing ice cubes and flushed them one by one.

Byuuurrrs

“This is for false accusations!"

Byuuurrrs

“This is for your dzoliman!"

Byuuuurrr

“And this is for you cowards! Who can only rely on seniority without tabayyun first!” Iqlima. He also quickly picked up black moss on the wall that smelled bad and applied it to the faces of Ayi and herd. They're nauseous. One of the women to vomit.

Unknowingly several pairs of eyes stared intensely at Iqlima.

“New Santri, stop. Look towards the bath gate!” The whisper of another santriwati who seems to be neutral.

Deg.

Hajjah Aisyah and Yahya as well as some of the house assistants who had just arrived stared at what Iqlima was doing. The girl was holding a dipper that would be used to return to flirt with Ayi and the team. Iqlima's dressings are very messy.

Hajjah Aisyah's gaze was as sharp as the Eagle's. Her eyes are red. Yahya himself looked flat at his wife.

“Yeah... In this low-light atmosphere Gus Yahya still looks handsome! Yes Allah... Truly the prince of the white riding crown!” Whisper one santriwati with strangulation.

“We shalawatin only first, Allahumma Shalli ‘alaa Muhammad” Sahut others remain in whispers. Santriwati named Nilam who earlier reported looking satisfied. His heart laughed at the shameful incident that befell Iqlima and Ayi.

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