Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 4: Discussing Marriage

Iqlima was knitting a bag of poly yarn when grandpa called her. This knitting bag is an order that is favored by the community. Iqlima's talented hand in pulling thread with a predetermined pattern caused her to obtain the coffers she saved to continue her schooling to Higher Education. In addition, he also bought vitamins and medicines for grandfather's health.

Luckily, Iqlima was once a teacher of the Ibtidaiyah Negeri Madrasah. So for the cost of daily meals obtained from the pension of the Mother given by the state until Iqlima was 25 years old.

"What's calling Iqlima, Cake? " Iqlima approached the grandfather who was chewing a randup made of betel nut, gambier and cloves wrapped in betel leaf.

"Grandfather's soon... Huk Huk Huk"

" Athaghfirullah's... Why is Grandpa still talking about the no-no...?" Iqlima's eyes started to wet again.

"Ah done.. Grandpa doesn't want to talk to you! Please deliver this letter to Mr. Keuchik's house! "

"This is a letter what cake?! " Iqlima frowned.

"Don't ask too many questions! Just deliver! " Grandfather cannot be denied.

Iqlima observed the letter that grandfather gave. Sealed letter that he felt like he wanted to peek at what it contained. His hands began to unbind his seal.

"Don't open! That letter is not for you! Quickly Escort! " Grandfather's hoarse voice shocked Iqlima. This girl also changed clothes and wore her veil.

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Iqlima walked towards Mr. Keuchik's house accompanied by moonlight. He kept going despite the doubt. Iqlima is worried that grandpa will do it again. His grandfather was not a mentally ill person, only lately dementia grandfather often relapses. In this case, the 18-year-old girl did not know what to do.

His mind drifted back to the kind-hearted young man who helped him and grandfather selflessly. Yahya El Fawwaz Zakaria. Iqlima muttered while fingering his shirt pocket. The young man's business card has been carried since it was given this afternoon. There was a haru feeling accompanied by admiration. Just met once, but his kindness and sincerity continued to ring. Iqlima wondered who the young man refused to be called the father.

Iqlima's footsteps stopped instantly. He saw Mr. Keuchik's house looked crowded. There are children in their 5s dancing the skill dance. A sign that guests are present. Iqlima steps up. He thought for a moment.

"Iqlim! " The voice of the call made Iqlima surprised. He turned around.

"Ustadz Ilyas? Why here? "

"Introduction to my friend who just arrived in this village! You alone, why are the nights alone here?"

"Oh, hmh this... I'd like to take a letter to Mr. Keuchik's house, but it's crowded. Maybe tomorrow" Sahut Iqlima.

"I'll take you home"

"Isn't Ustadz any more busy? I can go home alone" Iqlima's face leads to Mr. Keuchik's house.

"You're that... Do not get used to going out alone nights" Ilyas began to step up, Iqlima followed that step.

"I'm used to it"

"If there are bad people what? Even though the village itself, we do not know the contents of the human heart! Especially at nights like this!" Ilyas said. He walked 2 steps ahead of Iqlima. The girl was silent.

"Iqlime... Can I have about 10 minutes to talk? We're sitting in that stall! " Ilyas turned to face Iqlima pointing to a crowded place with sufficient lighting. The girl nodded.

"Assalamu'alaikoom's chat... " Greeting Ilyas kindly raised both his hands up greeting the citizens who were sitting casually enjoying coffee in the tavern.

"Waalaikumsalam Teukung... Piyoh-piyooh! Please!" The people respect Ilyas. Unlike Iqlima, several pairs of eyes looked at him with a dislike gaze. This girl realized it.

"Iqlima, what do you want to drink? "

"Mineral Water only. Hmh, Ustadz..preferably our conversation should be more expedited! " Say Iqlima.

"About marrying you... "

Deg.

"I'm going back to Jakarta asking for Ummi's blessing"

"Ka... when is Ustadz to Jakarta? "

"3 more days" said Ilyas.

"Is Ustadz really sure? Was it well thought out? "

"I never joke with my words, let alone about marriage" Ilyas said. Netra they meet. Iqlima was embarrassed.

"What makes Ustadz so sure? "

"Everything about you that I know makes me certain" said Ilyas steadily.

"Now not yet, God willing after marriage. We'll date after marriage. Insha Allah, I will know you well. For now, it is enough that I know that you are an intelligent woman who is a shaliha, a teacher of the Qur'an and a fear of the Lord!" Said Ilyas steady. Iqlima. This was the first time he had spoken intensely with Ilyas. Usually they just say hello. Communicate frequently through Nyakwa Nong, a cooking assistant for volunteers.

"After I have Ummi's blessing, I'll propose to Grandpa"

"Did Ustadz never hear rumors about me? Hmh I mean..have you never heard anything bad about me from the people of this village? About Grandpa's behavior, about my high heart, about...."

"Gssstttt.... I believe more in my vision. I'm also old enough to judge... "Sahut Ilyas. The tail of his eyes looked towards the group of people who were constantly watching them.

"This isfor you... " Ilyas is offering something.

"What'sthis? "

"Just open... " Record Ilyas. Iqlima opened it and frowned when he saw a new Android phone. 2016 Years.

"We will communicate with the phone upon my arrival in Jakarta" continued Ilyas. Iqlima seemed to think.

"I'm sorry, I can't accept it"

"Why? "

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Yahya was sitting in front of various kinds of food that was held by assistants from the residence of Mr. Keuchik. Yahya glanced to the right and to the left looking for the whereabouts of Ilyas. His cousin took the camera for a while but it was more than half an hour not yet back.

Various types of appetizing Acehnese food are in front of Yahya and other Volunteers. There is a menu of Chicken Capture, namely Spiced fried chicken that is completed by temurui leaves (salam koja) as well as pandan leaves that are fried dry, there is Mie Aceh, there is a, Keu'eung Sour Kuah (Spicy Sour Kuah) and many more menus. The other volunteers ate their food first.

"I'm sorry, the menu is perfunctory" said Mr. Keuchik.

"Barakallah Sir... This is more than enough. I am personally very honored to be greeted this festively. Though the preparation is not more than half a day" Sahut Yahya. The warm welcome of the village chief was beyond his expectations.

Yas, where? Why haven't you come back yet? Yahya sends a message to Ilyas.

Stop, I'm so sorry. Coincidentally met a future wife. Now we have another technical meeting. Reply Ilyas.

A pair of eyes peered out from the middle room. He saw the volunteers from behind the window glazed ribbon. His eyes were looking for someone he had not seen at all.

"Rani, why are you standing there? Peeping is not good!"

"Ustadz Ilyas isn't there, Mommy? " Task Rani to her mother, this girl still keeps observing.

"So there was, maybe saying goodbye to go home first" said the mother. Rani grunts disappointedly.

"Sir, the one who was welcomed by Abu was involved in the foundation project huh? It seems not to be Acehnese... The handsome mak!"

"Yes, his name is Yahya. Wh why? Are you interested, huh? Don't you be the same as my friend Ilyas?" Tanya Cut Meutia, Rani's mother is considerate.

"So afternoon Rani heard the action of Bang Yahya nolongin Iqlima mak... Wuii... Viral... Is it okay if Rani also amazed mak? Ah... If Teungku Ilyas it.. like the same Iqlima mak..." The 24-year-old girl looked down sad.

"Well, yes may dong dear..you deserve to be amazed with anyone. As long as you take care of your heart, do not be contemptuous. if only to be amazed yes humane..." Sahut bu Cut Meutia.

"Keep on.. if Rais how? Mamak see the Acehnese young man was also no less charming. Just graduated from UGM Jogya... He said he also wanted to serve on the Unsyiah campus"

"Yach... Mama missed the news... Bang Rais also likes Iqlima... Huh....!" This time Rani looks upset.

"It is natural that many also like the same Iqlima.. Although his grandfather ngeselin, but Iqlima is different.. His son is character.. A girl fighter.. He's an orphan.His life is full of tests. But God, son... Iqlima always sincerely live it without complaining. Hopefully if Iqlima gets married, the girl can be happy...Considering the exam there are so many. Ah... Mamak also if there is a boy, would mamak matchmaking the same Iqlima" Sahut mother Cut Meutia praised Iqlima at length.

"Behold mak, this Mamak became the defense of Iqlima rather than supporting Rani. Yasudah, Rani wants to stay in the room. Let all the world like Iqlima!!" Rani said. He really stepped into the room. Irritated.

"Eh wait nakk.. here the consultation first same mamak..maybe we can negotiate the same Abu for your match with Yahya! " Said Bu Cut half jokingly.he chased Rani to the front door of the room that first closed the meeting. Bu Cut Meutia smiled.

Either Ustadz Ilyas or Bang Rais... Whoever it is. I hope to be happy Iqlima... Rani's inner speech prayed from behind the door.

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