Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 43: Yahya the First

“Stooop!” Iqlima chuckled in panic as Yahya approached.

“Do not approach!” Iqlima warned, but Yahya did not criticize him. The young man kept moving. Iqlima shut his eyes tightly until Yahya's steps were no longer heard. For a long time, her husband had not yet reached her. Iqlima ventured to open his eyelids slowly.

Sreeeg.

It turned out that Yahya was already behind him, pulling the curtains covering the full glass that was there.

Duh.

“Actually people from outside can't see us. Although the glass is clear, but quite riben to reach the activity here!” Yahya Light relaxed.

“You must refresh the body first. Tomorrow I'll take you to campus for an introduction!” Yahya again. Iqlima frowned.

“Hmh.. Not later there will be an ospek introduction campus for new students, Bang?” Iqlima seemed to think.

“No need. Remember our initial agreement, you must not follow any activity outside the regular schedule!” Iqlima immediately huffed.

“Have a soak! I will wait for you while swimming there!” Show Yahya.

Hhhh. At last.

“But bang Yahya don't peek, promise ya!” Yahya who had walked to the end of the door stopped his footsteps.

“I told you I'm not interested! Not interested, not interested!! You're the one who should refrain from peeking at me!” Yahya Sembur.

Huh. Iqlima could only snort after Yahya shot out. He's getting ready to soak. The girl started removing the veil and the robe. But just now he is going to the next stage, the phone in his gaming bag feels vibrating.

“Iqlimaa.” Call someone cheerfully from across.

“Aaa doctor Jelitaaaa” Iqlima no less excited.

“Tomorrow I will go to Jakarta to complete the registration major”

“Woaa Alhamdulillaah, can we meet?”

“I'm not sure because there is still a final stage practice exam, but I will work on it! Hmh, actually besides wanting to report this, I want to talk about your house in Medan here!”

“What's up, Doc?”

“Hmh, I'd better tell you later after I get to Jakarta. There's a lot I want to say. So much, about the strange happenings lately!” Complaints of doctor Jelita.

Strange occurrence? Iqlima frowned curiously.

“Then, how is your relationship with Yahya? What goes smoothly?” Doctor Jelita's fishing rod.

“Huft, No progress. Bang Yahya is very cold towards me!” Whisper Iqlima.

“Give live feed! Give me the live feed! Add the dose, then you will feel a drastic change in attitude Yahya. Believe!” The words of doctor Jelita again made Iqlima cheeks meet.

Outside the room, Yahya was engrossed in swimming with agility. This former javelin throwing altet is indeed fond of exercise. He swam from South to North trying different styles. This was the first time he had returned to the pool of water after a year had passed.

The dry throat made Yahya glance at the mineral water not far from the bath-up room. He's getting close to there. Take a bottle of medium-sized water and then swallow it after sitting down first.

Right Doc! If it is Ustadz Ilyas, I jsjahjh djjjlakaji aushhas Ustadz Ilyas.

The ilyas? Who did Iqlima talk to? Yahya surprised. He put down his mineral water. From the outside, Yahya's sayup-sayup could hear Iqlima mention Ilyas' name repeatedly. Although vague, this young man knew for sure the name called was really the name Ilyas.

Brakkkk

The door suddenly opened. Iqlima was astonished to find Yahya's wet body wearing only shorts already standing in front of the door staring intently at him. This girl turned her face directly crouching over her body as she was only wearing a tanktop and a transparent inner skirt. Iqlima quickly hung up the phone call from doctor Jelita.

“Who are you talking to?!” Ask Yahya with an unfriendly look.

“D... With Doctor Jelita. He called” Lirih Iqlima feel uncomfortable. She tugged at her thin skirt covering her open knees.

“Is that how you do? Talking about the other men behind your husband, Hah?!” Yahya Argument. He pulled Iqlima's body until the girl stood up. Netra they meet. Iqlima shook his head strongly.

“Doctor Jelita just asked him how he was doing. I replied that I didn't know it”

“Really?” Iqlima nodded quickly.

“I told you to soak in there, not gossip! It seems that you really should be taught a lesson!” Yahya's face looked unhappy. Although it can not be denied, seeing the silhouette of Iqlima's already shaped body made his breath successfully hunt. He mendamba. Yahya quickly pulled Iqlima into the bath-up. Put him there. Iqlima with a tremble immediately reduced himself to covering his body with soap foam.

“Ba... Bang Yahya want what?” Iqlima was very nervous when he saw Yahya come into the bath up. A beating heart really cannot condition it.

“Pregnate you here so as not to steal time to gossip and concentrate in soaking!” Ketus Yahya's.

“Reverse!” Iqlima followed Yahya by turning his back on him. The young man quickly pulled the body of the wife leaning on his body.

“Bang, Ta.. Brother's hand..” Lirih Iqlima is sad when Yahya's naughty hands start to go down his skin.

“What's wrong with my hand? I was just helping soap you!” Sahut Yahya. Slowly he pulled the tanktop Iqlima up. The girl resigned when Yahya threw it in any direction.

“This why?” Yahya wanted to do further but suddenly his hand felt the surface of the skin on Iqlima's right shoulder being slightly uneven. Yahya pushed the body slowly. Sit down to see it clearly.

"What?! " Yahya's cup was hot to hear it.

“But Alhamdulillah at that time I used a wet cloth. I don't know what it would be like....!”.

“Who is the one who peeked at you?! Tell me who is he?!! Let me teach him a lesson!” Yahya's teeth were struggling with anger. Iqlima's explanation really fueled his adrenaline.

"I don't want to remember her anymore, bang. He's just a bad boy! " Sahut Iqlima took Yahya's hand and held it. Yahya brought his face closer slowly to the scar, he kissed it with great feeling. Heart touched.

That damn young man! I'd love to hit him!!! Yahya held back the anger.

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Hajjah Aisyah was getting ready to go to the main kitchen when Sri entered to bring the spice tea that had just been brewed.

"Sri, has the girl returned to the boarding school?" Sri helped Hajjah Aisyah wear a brooch on her veil.

"No, Mi! The pesantren is struggling because Miss Iqlima is missing"

"Huh. I thought they forgot themselves! That girl might just let go of Yahya! He'll get my son into his trap!" Hajjah Aisyah was upset.

"I hope the ustadzahs there will punish Iqlima with severe punishment when he returns to the pesantren later" Sri just kept quiet and continued her work helping Hajjah Aisyah dress up.

"Oh yes Sri, you have given her the medicine that I entrusted to her, right? " Hajjah Aisyah investigated.

"It's Umm Hajjah! I gave it to you! "

"Thank you for giving me information and helping me, Sri! It's not free that you've been by my side since childhood. You are right, Facing Yahya must indeed be in a subtle way! My son cannot be hardened! "

May the girl never be able to give Yahya offspring! The inner Hajjah Aisyah.

"Ummi, Poltik is a war without bloodshed whereas war is politics with bloodshed! Ummi Hajjah does not need to stress until he falls ill. Enjoy this political war" Sahut Sri with a flat gaze. He continues to do his job. Hajjah Aisyah nodded in agreement.

"Yes already. Instead of dizziness, I'd rather cook a special meal for my son and my real daughter-in-law!" Hajjah Aisyah left Sri.

Ummi should be grateful to have a husband who is very loyal and romantic like brother. Have a sholeh child like Gus Yahya. While me? it will continue like this. My position continues like this. I have been very loyal to follow Ummi from childhood until now. Is not enough of all my sacrifice and devotion? Couldn't it be if Ummi looked at me a little? Why should Layla? Can't it be if I just?! Do I have to take Abah from Ummi only after that Ummi realizes my existence?! Batin Sri. Tears flow.

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With a quick movement, Yahya wrapped Iqlima's body with a towel. Like receiving thousands of mega volts, he could not tolerate the flow of electricity that hit his body. Yahya took Iqlima to the room next door and threw it into the single bed that was there.

"This long fast wants me to end. I'm gonna open up. I really want to do it, can I if I do it now? " Lirih Yahya blurted a deep look at the wife who was in his confinement. The roar of breath that is earthy welcome is heard filling the small room measuring 3x4 meters.

Yahya's question sounds so sweet. This was the first time Yahya had brought out his gentle side. Yahya needed it so much. Yahya wants. Iqlima did not know whether to be happy or not with this fact, while he himself did not know exactly how Yahya felt at this time.

"Why should? My brother doesn't need my permission to do it. I only hope that what happened today, brother appreciates it as a obedience not because of sheer lust" Sahut Iqlima teary. She should have given her husband the right. Yahya welcomes the words of Iqlima sumringah. With a heart that kept saying do'a, this young man did what he wanted to do. They dissolve in joy.

But suddenly, though,

"Yahoooo Iqlimaaa!!!" Yahya's thunderous voice rang out filling the room.

"Ke... Why are you screaming? Is it the pain?!" Iqlima.

"Aren't you aware that you've bitten my arm?! Are you dracula drops, huh?!" Yahya's spray grimaced. The frozen blood blushed there. The injury is deep.

"Ma.. Excuse me.. Ta. but... I.. It really hurts..." Iqlima grinned showing a row of white teeth.

Huh. Like just a girl!

"Patience! Let's try again! I...This is my first time! "

"Hemmm" Yahya cleared his nerves.

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With the feeling of haru filling his chest, Yahya again showered Iqlima with a kiss that lasted. His face swept away the water flowing from the corner of the Wife's eyes.

"Iqs... Iqlime... Turns out... Ka You's... Still...." Yahya stammered. His eyes widened perfectly when he discovered that Iqlima had never been touched before. It turns out that he was the first. Iqlima nodded with his eyes closed.

So Rais? Instantly a sense of pride filled the space in Yahya's heart.

With all his feelings, Yahya again brought Iqlima to the peak of pleasure. Not just once. But repeatedly. Their skin is touching each other. Yahya and Iqlima fought over the same oxygen, as well as their sweat mixed together. Yahya and Iqlima exploded in rhythm.

A distinctive sound that they can only hear adds to the spirit many times to enter deeper into the activities they make. The narrow room of 3 x 4 meters bears witness to the unification of the 2 glad servants of God.

Yahya and Iqlima break their fast after a long fast.

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There are still many Typo, not yet edited maximum 🙏

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