Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 41: Connecting Door

Buug Buug Buug

Yahya walked into the Boxing Training room and lashed his bare hands into a hanging samsak. Her hands are red. It vents out all the negative feelings entrenched there. The sweat is pouring.

Aaaarghh!! Yahya's cries filled the soundproof room. He ruffled his hair rough. Frustrating. Iqlima explicitly rejected it.

Did Iqlima still love Rais and feel guilty for him when I touched him?

Buuug. Yahya punched back in samsak. Like someone squeezed his heart.

Buuuuggg.

Still from the room, Iqlima held onto his chest which was hurting. The accusation Yahya made felt so blasphemous. Just then, her husband directly slammed the door after saying what filled her mind.

Where is Bang Yahya? Where does Bang Yahya sleep? Hiks Hiks. Iqlima is still crying. He moved to fix the location of the clothes that had been disheveled and wear the hood again. This girl decided to leave the room.

Blank. Silent. There was only the sound of needles moving every second. Iqlima docked to the outer wall. He was crying withholding. Half an hour in the morning today the air temperature feels cold and humid. This girl crossed hands to the body and rubbed her arms. He awaits the coming of Yahya.

O Allah... Brother hoe ka geujak? Inoe L?n tinggai sidroe, Peu nyang should l?n peugoet? (O Allah..Where did Bang Yahya go? Here I am, what should I do?) Iqlima wiped the tears that flowed. The crying girl slumped to the floor. His feet felt weak.

Fifteen minutes passed, Yahya came out of the boxing room because his throat felt dry. The young man was surprised to find Iqlima sleeping on the floor. He approached. Eyes closed with lashes that look puffy.

Stupid girl! Yahya murmured, rubbing the head of Iqlima. The anger that had peaked immediately evaporated just like that. The young man picked her up and took her to a bridal room. He threw his wife slowly so as not to wake up.

Yahya downed the mineral water that was on the nightstand and lowered the AC temperature to the lowest point and lay holding Iqlima. Not to forget before Yahya wrapped their bodies both with a thick blanket. It didn't take long, the young man fell asleep.

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Hhh Hhh Hhh Hhhh

Early morning. Cut Malahayati awoke from her sleep with a breath of breath. It was like I had just finished a marathon. Cut Malahayati has nightmares. Sweat as big as corn seeds came out filling the surface of his forehead.

What is this sign?

The middle-aged woman got up, she chose to enter a special room. Slowly Cut Malahayati opens the safe using the password. With trembling hands, he picked up a letter that had been well laminated. Testament.

My daughters. When I die later, share all my treasures in accordance with the science of’id, in accordance with Islamic law.

Your division is equalized. Don't forget about Cut Afla, though I don't approve of her marriage to Taufiq, but give her due. However Cut Afla is still my son, and he has a daughter.

Enough punishment I gave him until I was gone. This hereditary treasure is more than enough to bring you all to life up to seven derivatives without the need to work hard. But it would be better if you want to develop it. So that the children of the descendants of Ampon Polem Pasha can continue to prosper.

TTD

Teuku Banta Pasha's

Cut Malahayati massages her temples over and over again. Tears flow. The promise he made with a greedy man made Cut Malahayati have to betray her own sister, Cut Afla. In the end, the fate of Cut Afla and her husband ended tragically.

What is this nightmare a sign? Is Cut Afla going to sue? Cut Malahayati biting her nails. Worriedly. I should how?

Triying

Haaaaah. Cut Malahayati surprised. An old ornamental plate of ancestral relics suddenly dropped just like that without anyone nudging. The plate didn't break. A thick carpet padded carpet is enough to protect the plate. Cut Malahayati quickly put the will back in the safe and then he walked out of the room.

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Yahya went back into the room after returning home to perform prayer shajuh merjama’ah in the mosque. He found Iqlima who was preparing to return to the pesantren.

“Telat, you'll be the center of attention if you come back now! Should have come back from before dawn!” Tukas Yahya was cold, releasing his white turban.

“Who told last night bang Yahya ran away and didn't wake me?” Iqlima.

Strange, as I remember last night I came out of this room. Why when I woke up I was already on the bed? Don't don't.. Iqlima frowned then squinted his eyes at Yahya.

“Ti... No!” Iqlima closed his mouth. He no longer wants to find trouble. It seems that Yahya has forgotten last night.

May the temprament bang Yahya today not be like the Hurricane Tornado. Inner Iqlima. Slowly Yahya walked over to him.

Gawat, what else is this? Would Yahya ask for that again? But is it dawn like this? Ah no way, bang Yahya said he was not interested. But…. Iqlima's heart was racing again.

PLOT*

Awwwwws. Suddenly Yahya touched Iqlima's forehead. The girl rubbed her forehead.

“You from yesterday did not shower?!” Yahya's a limp.

“A.. I plan to take a shower in the pesantren later!”

“Reason! Besides being stupid it turns out you are also lazy to shower!” Iqlima pursed his lips.

“I'm nothing to say, nothing! It really is nothing! But Yahya is not angry, right?” Iqlima.

“Hhhh” Yahya grunts.

“It's true I put you in the pesantren, you have to learn how the law rejects husbands!” Iqlima bit his lip. Regretting.

“Ma.. Sorry, A.. I'm ashamed of..”

“Because what?”

“Because I haven't had a shower. Bang Yahya knows for himself my body is full of dirt. A.. I'm really embarrassed! I'm afraid bang Yahya vomit” replied Iqlima lowered his head. He remembered Yahya's words about bad smells.

“What?! O Allah Iqlimaaa, you almost made me die for holding him back. You rejected me just because you haven't had a shower?!” Yahya's voice went up again. He rubbed his face rough hearing the wife's ridiculous statement. Iqlima could only duck deeply.

“Ma.. I'm sorry”

“You are so outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! You must be punished!” Yahya pulls strong hand Iqlima.

“Cute me!”

“Where are you taking me?” Iqlima resignedly followed Yahya's steps. The young man took the key in the drawer and opened one of the 5 doors in his large room.

“Log in!” Ketus Yahya's. He brought Iqlima into the connecting door through a dark and narrow passageway.

“Bang, where are we going?” Iqlima's voice sounded raucous. Yahya just kept silent while continuing to lead him.

“Bang, Brother don't leave me in this dark room. I takuuut!” Iqlima started crying. The more they walked, the darker the room became. There is absolutely no lighting there.

“Bang, jangaaan!” Iqlima back to weld. She immediately restrains Yahya's body, stopping her husband's steps. This girl is really scared.

“Cash! In the corner there is a white shadow watching you!”

“Aaaaa where?!” Iqlima hugged Yahya tightly. This young man pulled both corners of his lips into a curve.

“You are really scared or are stealing slights to hug me?!”

Deg. Sontak Iqlima loosened his embrace. Fortunately the room was dark, otherwise Yahya could already see Iqlima's face flushed red from enduring embarrassment.

"Huh. You're really troublesome!" Yahya lifted Iqlima and put his wife on his shoulders. The other hand lights the lighting through a cell phone flashlight. Yahya began to climb one by one the stairs.

"Well, where are we really going?! You're not planning on throwing me away, are you?" Ask Iqlima. Yahya could feel his wife's heartbeat beating fast due to their bodies clinging to each other.

"Grove! Be quiet! Body's heavy. Don't let us chuckle from the stairs just because of that stupid statement of yours! " Ktus Yahya's. Iqlima. Secretly, he tightened the grip of his hand on Yahya's robe.

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