Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 40: The accusation of Yahya

The warning!!! What's more Shaum Thursday don't read this chapter! Pending first! 🙏

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Ilyas drove his car at high speed splitting the pitch of the night. It was early in the morning, his mind was in turmoil. This high-tempered man really felt angry, felt betrayed and cheated. Ilyas did not expect, stupidity makes his love story end nelangsa.

Yahya!!! Yomoooo*kkk!!! Umpat Ilyas's. His hands repeatedly hit the stiur violently. He lost his mind for a while but this young man continued to drive his car. The Zachariah family's residence was the main destination. He does not care if it will create a scene there.

Ciiiiittttt

Allah Akbar!! Ilyas yelled suddenly on the brakes when a woman suddenly crossed his car. The woman covered both of her faces with crossed hands.

“If you want to cross your eyes!!” Damprat Ilyas who was in emotions after lowering his car glass. But how surprised Ilyas after knowing who the woman he almost hit.

“Why are you here? Where's your husband?” Ilyas's forehead shriveled. Dara shakes. Her eyes are back in water. This woman was sitting on the asphalt. He was crying sobbing. Ilyas was forced to get out of his car.

“Away, wakeup! Why are you being like this?”

“I destroyed Yas, I was destroyed. Mas Danu betrayed me, Mas Danu hit me! Hiks hiks” Lonely state. Dara's wailing made Ilyas pity. He thought for a moment.

“Away, Follow me!” Take Ilyas.

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Sri settles into the dormitory santriwati. The mood was silent. Sri looked to the right and to the left. Not because it feels unsafe to be in a boarding environment, but because rumors of subtle creatures circulating in the environment make it stand up.

Duaarrrr

Subhanallah!! Suddenly someone surprised him. Sri's heart almost jumped from its place.

Kik kik. Haha. The surprising person giggles.

“Nilam? You ngagetin!” Pekik Sri's.

“Haha Mbak ngagetin, malem-malem rich maling! Why is Sri here? Mbak Sri works with Ummi Hajjah!” Ask Nilam curious.

“Huh, you want to know. I slept there! You will be punished later. At midnight like this is wandering around!” Sri does not care about the existence of Nilam. He immediately fulfilled his task. Sri went further into the dormitory to pick up Iqlima, wife of Gus Yahya.

Nilam who is still curious continues to pay attention to Sri's actions. This woman frowned when the assistant from Hajjah Asiyah brought Iqlima out of the dormitory.

Where are they going?

“How do we know about Sri?” The worried Iqlima spread his gaze around.

“This is Gus Yahya's word, Miss! Who is higher than Gus Yahya here except Ummi Hajjah and Abah Hajj? So Miss take it easy ya!” Sri tried to calm down. Iqlima.

Actually there is what makes it more deg-deg an, namely the aroma of his body that still smells bad due to dirt from moss waste. Before this event alone Yahya had insinuated the fragrant body that is not up to standard especially now? Iqlima bit his lips in dismay.

“Nona, here are some sleepwear, use one of them tonight. Better to wear the red one!” Sri's suggestion was to hand out some clothes after they arrived at the residence.

“Thank you so much mbak Sri!”

“One more time, brew this tea powder and drink it before going to bed so that your health condition is excellent!” Iqlima.

“Yes already, miss just go inside. Gus is waiting!” Sri took a plan to leave.

“Mbak Sri..”

“Ya miss?”

“Mbak Sri also come in!” Take Iqlima with a face that is difficult to interpret.

“Hhhmmppff Hmmmppff” Sri held back her laughter.

“There is! Where might I bother the newlyweds!” Sri covered her mouth with her hands.

“Mbaaa” Iqlima welcomes by whispering.

“Already... Come on in, Miss! My husband is scared.... Hihihi” No other choice, Iqlima ventured into the room.

Driiiit

The door rang. Iqlima entered silently and watched the surroundings. Blank. Thank goodness Aman!

“Wow The Hero has finally appeared!” Yahya's voice sounded. The young man is folding. He had just finished his Qiyamul Lail.

Since when is Yahya there? Did he just call me to be bullied? Huh. Iqlima. Yahya approaches.

“Bang Yahya, ma... what do you want?” Iqlima flinched as Yahya unshakenly placed his palm on the top of his crown. The young man began to commit kamit. Like reading a do'a.

“Do not ask much, quickly take ablution we pray sunnah!” Yahya's word later. Iqlima understood where her husband was headed. He took pains to swallow the saliva, but the severity of Yahya's speech made the girl quickly rush to obey what she was told.

How to raise a wife well.

Hemm. Yahya cleared his nerves.

Let not one of you raise his wife like an animal. Let him first do the introduction, which is a kiss and a woo (HR. Tirmidhi).

I have read and studied this hadith. But why is my brain not functioning properly? Complain Yahya.

He returned to the search page, but the sound of the door rattling made Yahya a little shocked and hurriedly turned off his phone. The young man got up stretched back the prayer mat for him and this time added to Iqlima. Then he began to pray. Yahya absolutely can not khusyu’ even though it is as hard as he may try. Nervousness and desire to change make him forget what verse to read.

“Face bang Yahya why red?” Iqlima asked spontaneously after they finished praying together.

“I really do this when the air is cold. My real skin immediately reacts!” Sahut Yahya. Iqlima. The mood was silent again. He was about to rise to change face but Yahya quickly pulled his wrist.

Deg.

Iqlima sat on Yahya's lap. Their positions face each other.

“Bang.. Brother's hand..” Iqlima tried to pull away Yahya's hand that was coiled around the waist. His heart beats faster. He tried to stand up. But it feels futile. Yahya is even getting closer.

“What's wrong with my hand?” Slowly Yahya moved one finger rubbing the lips of Iqlima. His gentle movements managed to make the girl feel sultry.

Huuufffs. Yahya blew on the wife's face, her eyelids flashing twinkling. Yahya.

The position of Iqlima sitting on his lap makes Yahya have to lift the wife with a cuddle hug position. Quickly Iqlima draped his hand for fear of falling. The girl was in Yahya's body.

Slowly Yahya led Iqlima to the bed. Netra they met each other in such a close distance. This opportunity is not Yahya wasted. It instantly kisses up to *******the lips of the girl in front of it.

“Bang..” Ogre Iqlima. But Yahya ignored him. He was still engrossed in enjoying lips that felt so sweet and reluctant to take them off.

Yahya continued to carry Iqlima, a disturbing face that was quickly pulled loose from the top of his head.

Iqlima's long hair instantly decomposed. Well, I can't help but be fascinated. Spirit increased. Yahya reunited their lips and sipped them many times until slowly in the end the young man laid Iqlima on the mattress with the same position. The same lips are still together.

The treatment Yahya gave was truly hypnotic. Leng*han the wife made Yahya reluctant to end. Iqlima does not want to resign. He tried to return the kiss demanding with great effort. But he is still very stiff. Yahya smiled when he realized the efforts of Iqlima.

“Bang.. I have not changed this shirt with a sleepwear” spontaneous release Iqlima disperse Yahya concentration. This young man stopped for a moment to scoop up oxygen. Breathing sounds filled the room.

“No need! Soon there will be nothing left of your body!” Ketus Yahya's.

Deg.

With a single move, Yahya removed the white t-shirt attached. His burly body was visible, his muscles had formed. Iqlima immediately turned his face away. Embarrassed. The face that turned 90 degrees makes the neck of the Iqlima level exposed perfectly. Yahya did not waste the opportunity, he began to wrestle and made some marks of possession there. Really am! Iqlima really enjoyed it.

Yahya's hand did not remain silent. The naughty hands began to guerrilla behind a blouse shirt belonging to Iqlima. His hands move everywhere wildly.

Now Yahya has started trying to disarm Iqlima. One by one the buttons start to open. However,

"Hhh Hhh Ke.. Why?" Ask Yahya with roaring breath. For some reason Iqlima suddenly held the hand moving further.

Iqlima please. Yahya's murmured heart that looked at Iqlima with a clear eye. He demanded it again and tried to do it again. But unfortunately, Iqlima still held the buttons of his clothes to make Yahya's heart break. Piqued.

Sweat dropped drop by drop.

Hhhh. Yahya grunts. With breathing that is still irregular He immediately shuffled backwards and quickly returned to wearing the shirt that was placed in any direction. Yahya turned off the lamp and went to sleep on his back.

“Bang... Sorry” Lirih Iqlima. Eyes glazed.

“Sleep!” Yahya's word is cold. The rumbling in the chest made him feel tight. His head feels dizzy. His eyes are back in flames. He closed his eyes tightly to ease it.

“Bang.. Let's try it one more time. Sorry, a. I. ti.. ti.. no...”.

“I'm not interested! Stay away!” Hardik Yahya hard. He suspected Iqlima was not willing to do it.

“Bang.” Call Iqlima again. This girl did not give up and held Yahya's hand. Iqlima dispels the sudden fear of ambush. The young man immediately brushed it off. He stood up.

“Why?" Ask Yahya nelangsa. Her own eyes said she was very depressed.

"Why????! You'd prefer it if Rais touched you, wouldn't you?!” Accuse Yahya suddenly in a high tone. He snaps loudly.

“You can't move on because you've given up everything on that guy!! You let him touch you!! And you don't want me to repeat the same thing!!!” Yahya is really angry. Emotions exploded. Her eyes are red. Jaw hardens. It's never been this angry before. With anger still rising this man stepped out of the room by slamming the door hard leaving Iqlima alone.

The crying Iqlima broke.

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