Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 39: Breaking Through the Climb of the Night

Yahya, Hajjah Aisyah and the assistants arrived at the bath site to coincide with Iqlima who was applying moss waste on the faces of the custodians and some colleagues. Those who sat on the floor looked awful.

“What is this?” Hajjah Aisyah's voice sounded authoritative. All those present looked down.

Haha...It's very hard for me to bite that stupid face! Hmh.. May also his ability! Yahya muttered yet he continued to stare at Iqlima with a flat expression. The young man just put his hands together and crossed his legs coolly enjoying what was in front of him.

The taste of Iqlima is mixed. Upset and angry treated arbitrarily but also embarrassed because caught in the middle of doing inappropriate actions by the in-laws and her husband. Iqlima could only duck deeply.

“Ummi Hajjah, forgive Ayi who has failed to educate new students! Hiks hiks” Saying Ayi with tears in her eyes. He's shivering.

“Picture and get some pictures of them!” Hajjah Aisyah's word to his assistant.

“Publish all of you!” Continue him again to the students who are crowded.

“Ustadzah Yumna, judge them tomorrow! Adili. If you need to remove the guilty from this cottage and do not forgive!” Hajjah Aisyah's.

“Ba.. Good Ummi Hajjah!”

“Lain times, for cases like this there is no need to disturb my break time! You can break up and impose penalties according to the rules! Do you guys understand?!”

“Me... understand Ummi Hajjah!” Hajjah Aisyah immediately turned around followed by the assistants after previously staring intently at the killing on Iqlima. The santri one by one disperse. They took the time to steal a glance at Yahya's handsome face. Ayi quickly got up to the son of Hajj Zakaria.

“Gus, I... I am in dzolimi!” Yahya was still staring at Iqlima who was walking down past him and Ayi.

“Badahat I only gave him a warning not to wear excessive perfume but santriwati that.” Ayi tried to explain the problem that occurred, but Yahya instead moved away.

“Gus... Wait Gus... Gus Yahya!” Yahya stop. Iqlima who had walked a long way took the time to look towards those who seemed very cool to speak. Iqlima threw his breath into the air. His heart feels numb.

“Gus.. Santriwati the..”.

“So you think Iqlima is guilty of wearing excess perfume huh?” Yahya asked raising his eyebrows up.

“I.. Yes Gus, besides..”.

“Oh so” Yahya nods his head.

“Moreover..”.

“Should have tried him in court, not even a vigilante! And you need to know, I know him very well. So, you don't have to tell me anything about him!” Ayi.

“To be here understand?” Tanya Yahya.

“Iya, pa... understand Gus” Lirih Ayi down. Yahya. He walked quickly away from the santriwati building.

Iqlime. You!! Ayi jerked her feet roughly to the surface of the ground. Piqued. Ayi was really angry.

O Rabb, even Gus Yahya mentioned the woman's name with his own mouth! This time the water flowing down Ayi's cheeks was real. Not a fake tear like the one he just let out.

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Hajjah Aisyah sat in the living room. He was massaged by an assistant while waiting for Yahya to enter the house.

“Sri, what do you think of Iqlima?” Ask Hajjah Aisyah to her loyal khadimah.

“Sorry Ummi Hajjah, Sri ndak dare to judge the wife of a Gus” Sahut Sri down. Hajjah Aisyah sighed.

“Ah, actually your morals are indeed better than the girl, how sad the fate of my son!”

At the same time, Yahya stepped in and found Hajjah Aisyah looking at him as if asking for an explanation. Yahya stopped his steps.

“What is a wild girl that you marry?” The Syndir Hajjah Aisyah.

“There must be something that makes Iqlima behave so, Mi” Sahut Yahya fast.

“Stop defending him, Yahya! You have to be fair in judging things! His deeds are fatal! Where would you put the faces of Ummi and Abah?” Cebik Hajjah Aisha.

"But... "

“You think your Ummi is blind and can't see?! So?” Hajjah Aisyah's voice was rising. Yahya. It was free to argue with his stubborn mother.

“Connect him!” Yahya.

“Compense wild girl don't know herself like her! Ummi would not have a daughter-in-law who has no manners and manners!”

“Mi..”

“Yahya, are you going to let people like her give birth to offspring for you? A mother is a milestone country. What would your sons be if they had such a lowly mother?” Hajjah Aisyah asked.

“I'm waiting for you to divorce her!” Hajjah Aisyah said in the end. He got up and took a plan to leave.

“How could Yahya divorce her, while Yahya himself has taken much advantage of her?” Suddenly Yahya made a sound.

“What if it turns out that Iqlima is pregnant with Yahya's baby?”

“A.. Whahuh? Ja's.. So you have..” Hajjah Aisyah staggered.

Is Iqlima really going to get pregnant? No, this can't happen! I have to do something! Hajjah Aisyah's face was red. He's panicked.

That village woman has really poisoned my son's pure mind. I need to call Wirda. I have to ask for his opinion.

"Yeah, until whenever I won't admit her as my daughter-in-law! Catch that!!" Hajjah Aisyah immediately darted away leaving Yahya kneeling in the living room.

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"Mbak Wir, I did not expect the woman to have handed over her body to Yahya! They married without love! He has truly exceeded the limit! We have not approved it yet! Yahya is also outrageous, why the hell should the girl?!" Complain Hajjah Aisyah by mobile phone. He put the koyo back and inhaled a balm to relieve the pain in the head that was so whack.

"I suspected! Where could he just let go of son Yahya! Stop dreaming on Aisy! Which fish do not want to be fed? The woman had lured Yahya into her trap! He's like a bitch who lives in our big family! " Sahut Hajjah Wirda. Iqlima was truly like a threat of disaster that would come to rest in their magnificent Kingdom.

"Then what should I do, Mother? Do I have to give them potions every time? "

"For a while do this..... " Hajjah Wirda said his plan.

"It's just an idea, brother! But back again, the decision is in your hands! As a brother, I can only suggest! " Hajjah Aisyah biting her lips thinking hard.

Tap Tap Tap

Ilyas entered his residence. This young man had just finished taking Runi home after promising her he would match her to Yahya. As there is a bright spot, they will together struggle to thwart the wedding plans that will take place soon.

Seen Hajjah Wirda who just overtook the conversation via phone. Ilyas immediately approached and hugged the warm umminya.

“Where are you from, son?”

“Ilyas just drove Rumi home, Mi!” Hajjah Wirda smiled. He nodded happily.

“Ummi is lucky to have a child walking on a straight path like you! Unlike Yahya the dissident!” Ilyas loosened his embrace.

“Yahya? Dissident!” The tip of Ilyas' Eyebrow is linked.

“Ah, your relationship and Yahya is very close! Did you not know that Yahya secretly married an Acehnese girl whose origins are unclear?”

“A.... What?! Be married? With the Aceh girl?! Who is that girl, Mi?” Ask Ilyas curiously. His heart is beating fast.

“Kata dik Aisyah her name is Iqlima”

Praanaskkk

The phone Ilyas was holding fell to the floor. The front screen broke. But his heart condition is more than that. As if there was a strong squeeze, Ilyas' heart ached.

“Nak, where are you going?!” Call Hajjah Wirda who saw his son immediately shot up.

“Yas, Ilyaaas!” Hajjah Wirda frowned. Confused about what happened suddenly.

Ilyas why?

Ilyas returned to the parking lot, he took his car.

Vroooooms

The young man of Yemeni blood immediately drove his car at high speed.

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“Huuussttt Huuussst, Sister Sri! Huuuussst” Silent Yahya called Sri who had just come out of his official room. This young man from an hour ago had been silently waiting by the door.

“Follow Me!” Sri followed Yahya's steps.

“Mbak, please bring Iqlima here!” Yahya whispered. Sri flabbergasted.

“Bring me to my room, I want to ask him directly what happened! Pinta Yahya's. Sri glanced towards the clock. At 23.45 pm.

“Sorry Gus. It's not that I want to dispute Gus' orders. I'm sorry, but this is too risky. What if other students get suspicious? How about Ummi Hajjah to know?” Sri did not lose whispering.

“Mean it don't let Ummi know! If it's any other santriwati I don't care. Tomorrow morning you must return Iqlima to the boarding school! That's your job, Sister Sri!” Tukas Yahya's. Sri pegged anxiously. The task Yahya gave him felt very heavy.

“Ayolah Mbak Sri...” Sri so do not have the heart.

“Good. But just for tonight, Gus! Really no more huh, Gus?!” Sri.

“Yes yes, indeed for the night only! How many nights does it take?! Fuck up!! Already, quickly there to the pesantren!” Yahya's Word. Sri nodded quickly.

Mother is the same child why her personality is the same but much different. Much different but the same? Both impose the will. Gumam Sri's.

Astarghfirullah's. I can talk about my wife and kids. Astarghfirullah's. Astarghfirullah's. Sri repeatedly beristighfar. He chose to directly dart through the thick of the night.

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