Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 44: Clever Speech

Iqlima had finished his bath when he found Yahya still asleep in bed. This woman is smiling. She approached and pulled a blanket over her husband's slightly exposed body. Iqlima met again when he remembered what had just happened. Like a dream, she is now completely perfect to be a wife. The most precious crown of hers was given to the man she called her husband.

Although her status has not been recognized by any party either nationally or socially, but at least in the eyes of religion she has been legally the wife of Yahya. Not wanting to think too long, Iqlima quickly took his salary and typed there.

Brother, I'm back at the boarding school! Sorry I didn't wake my brother who was still asleep, it seems like he was very tired. I leave my phone here, I'm afraid this phone will be confiscated by the ustadzah.

Hmh, I borrowed my old brother's shirt from earlier! My underwear got wet because my brother was forced to soak in the tub. I hope you're not angry, and I promise you that I'll wash your clothes again.

Oh yeah, one more. Please do not leave the sheets to the laundry or to the assistant. Be stored first in a place that is not affordable to vision. Let it be later, that stained sheet I washed it. Don't fall into anyone's hands! Just be careful when you see someone else! Iqlima. After successfully sending a message to Yahya's number, the woman immediately returned to the boarding school.

At the same time, Hilman's plane landed at Soekarno Hatta Airport. With a definite step he headed for the gate after going through a series of inspections and retrieving his luggage. Of course, Hilman also brought with him the clothes and paintings belonging to iqlima.

“Mr Hilman, I am Robby. Trust assistant to Mr. Arya Pranawa who was assigned to pick up the master!” Robby points out a special badge that proves that he is the one working for Arya. Without further ado, Robby directs Hilman to the parking lot. He brought the young man from Aceh to meet his master.

Ciiiiit

A luxury car brakes and stops in front of the star hotel to coincide with the arrival of Robby and Hilman who also up to a few minutes early to the hotel. The security guard opened the car door. A middle-aged man came out gallantly. He used a casual suit with sunglasses past people who immediately looked down to form a ruku’ movement when passing by him as a sign of respect.

“It.... Mr Arya right?” Ask Hilman.

“True. He is the owner of this luxury hotel! Mr. Arya rarely comes here, but today he took a special time to meet Mr. Hilman” Sahut Robby without expression. Hilman. After waiting ten minutes, they walked through the lobby and were directed to enter a special room.

Assistant opens the door. Hilman walked up to Arya who was sitting on her seat of greatness.

Hmh... A handsome doll. Arya muttered pulling the corner of her lips.

“Good morning Om Arya!” Sapa Hilman dampened her awkward feelings.

“Om? You call me Om? Ha Ha Hahahhaha... I love your courage!” Arya laughed out loud and gave the code to her assistants to come out.

“You must have known that Din, your father sent his son here with a purpose for a certain!”

“True Om!” Sahut Hilman.

“Didn't you think that your father deliberately dumped you here?!” Arya asked sharply. Hilman.

“I dare not think so!”

“Then?” Arya sucking cigar. Smoke filled the room.

“I was handed over to Om Arya to study!” Hilman diplomatic. This young man was all his might dispelling his fear.

“Do you need science to do more sadistic killing, hm?!” Aryan Sarcass. Hilman.

“Ha ha hahaahahaha…. Relax the young man! You're exactly the image of me when you were your age!” Arya rise.

“I have absolutely no intention of killing! When it was I was just stuck by the circumstances!” Hilman said clarifying his psychiatric condition at the time.

“No intention, but you're talented! You're so talented! I love talented young people like you! Psychopathic talent that I like” Arya tries to do character deepening. I don't know how many times he met Hilman, maybe when this young man was a child or teenager. But for Arya, this is still their first meeting.

“Thank you for the compliment, Om! I take that compliment as the first sentence that Om Arya has accepted me! "

"Haha... You are indeed smart to speak" continued Arya back to praise.

"Since we've met, then before I become Om Arya's person, I'd like to ask for a little time!”

“Time? How long? and for what?"

“I want to do plastic surgery” Sahut Hilman without any doubt.

"What?! Plastic surgery?!" Arya looks up. The words Hilman made him interested.

“Yes. I want to change my face and change my identity. I want to be born as a new person! I no longer want to be Hilman with all his dark records! If in the future I become a criminalist, I want to achieve it in an elegant way!” Hilman. This time it was Arya who was dumbfounded.

Iqlima my lover, you're in Jakarta right? Wait for my arrival. I'll pick you up, baby ! This time I'll make sure you never reject me!

For a moment the room turned silent.

Prok Prok Prok Prok

“Smart! You're smart! I told you you were talented! You are so totality! Your scarf deserves a thumbs up. Hahahahahaaa” Arya nodded.

This young man has his own vision and mission. I have to watch him closely! Again Arya raised the corner of her lips upwards.

“Alright! I'll send you to South Korea to get the most out!” Arya says attention. The middle-aged man immediately contacted his assistant to take care of Hilman's departure to perform plastic surgery.

“Thank You Om. The kindnesses Om gave me will never forget” Again Arya nodded.

Like Father Like Son, this sentence I have heard very often from the mouth of Ampon Din. If it's time, then I'll collect it all. Arya is back to sucking her cigar.

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Yahya woke up and found Iqlima was no longer by his side. This young man glanced at her appearance, still as before. He remembered not bathing and praying dhuha.

Where's Iqlima? Is he taking a shower? Why not wake me up? Think Yahya. This young man got up and looked for Iqlima to the bathroom.

Chequelek

Not locked. Yahya smiled and stepped in. But unfortunately, it turns out Iqlima is not there. Bath up is also dry. The girl cleaned it up.

Iqlima has finished bathing, where is he? Yahya returned to the room, he took the device to call Iqlima. But his forehead managed to shrivel when a message from the wife's number adorned the screen of his cellphone. Yahya opened the message.

Huh. Yahya snorted in disappointment when he learned Iqlima decided to return to the pesantren without waking him. Yahya again saw the details of the sentence Iqlima sent.

Wait wait... What did he say? He didn't wake me up because he saw that I looked so exhausted?! Huh!! I'M JUST SLEEPY, SLEEPY!! NOT TIRED! Huft, Indiscriminate! Just see if I meet you later, I will show you my true abilities! He doesn't know that my ability isn't 100 percent yet! Just watch! Gerrutu Yahya's. Somehow he became so sensitive after reading the accusations of Iqlima stating that he was exhausted.

But before long Yahya smiled as he read the advanced sentences that Iqlima typed there. Stupidhead!

This young man quickly darted to the bathroom and returned to his main room performing the dhuha prayer which was time to mepet. Yahya recalled what He and Iqlima had just passed together. Suddenly his smile expanded again.

Ting Ting Ting

An assistant who contacted Yahya via wireless Intercom broke his wild daydream.

"What is Sri Mbak? "

"Gus, Ummi Hajjah invited lunch together. He said today we have a special guest! "

Special guest? Yahya frowned.

"Now Ummi, where is Sri Mbak? "

"Make it in the kitchen, Gus! "

"All right! I'll visit Ummi now! "

"Oh yes, miss Iqlima how is Gus? Have you returned to the pesantren? I called Gus but it looks like this room is empty"

"It's okay mbak Sri, Iqlima has returned to the pesantren. Please look at the progress. Later if the situation is conducive, I will send a special assistant to help him!"

"Okay Gus Yahya, Sri excuse me" Yahya returned to wearing his robe. The fresh scent of peppermint was emitting from his body.

"Hm hm hm hm hm 🎶🎶🎶🎶" Unknowingly Yahya Kicked. Her good mood went up several times today.

"God willing, son of Ummi, you seem to be happy! " Hajjah Aisha said as Yahya hugged her from behind. He was preparing rice kebeli with chicken curry.

"Did it look like that, Mi? " Hajjah Aisyah nodded.

"This must be because you know that Layla wants to come to lunch here right? " Todong Hajjah Aisyah's.

"Huh? Layla?! " Yahya loosened her embrace.

"Yes.nak Layla is full of manners and manners... Ummi invited him here for lunch together" said Hajjah Aisyah smiling no less happy. Yahya.

Tap Tap Tap

At the same time, the sound of footsteps could be heard. Assistant opens the kitchen door. A woman immediately entered with her carefree spirit.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ummii's... Layla accidentally came here early to help Ummi cook! " Sayla said without caring about the situation around her. Then he was a little surprised and happy when he found a man without pores who was also already in the kitchen.

"Waalaikum... Wow, beautiful boy... Enter Nak!" Hajjah Aisyah's eyes sparkled to see Layla visiting her with a veil.

"Hi Mas Yahya! We'll see you again! " Layla walked over.

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