Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 48: Where Are We Going?!

Layla walked into her house with a disheveled face. With a relaxed movement he immediately opened the veil because he felt sultry.

The actor managed to make me rebuked by Yahya mas. Just watch! Layla's grumbling is upset. His disheveled face continued to decorate there. Today's meeting that is predicted will be a great success and make Yahya fascinated even failed miserably. Even though he has struggled to call MUA (Makeup Artist) hits that can dress the style of Korean Muslim women with natural beauty.

That stone head guy why is it so hard to conquer, anyway?! Blind guy! I want to fight for beauty with the actor, I'm 100 percent sure that I'm much prettier and also more adorable.

Razil said I look like Barbie. If Ridho says I look like that super pretty and cute Chinese artist Zhao Li Ying! Aaaaaagh. Layla is getting upset. He jerked his feet to the floor.

Damn it!! Layla is still cursing.

“Hmh A person who had apparently observed Layla's movements cleared his throat. The young girl looked over.

“Lo who?!” Layla puts her hands together. Surprised by the presence of aliens in his palace.

“She Hilman. Papa's messenger!” Aryan's voice sounded.

Pe.. A gofer? Hilman frowned. The person who is said to be Abunya's business partner turned out to only consider himself nothing more than a subordinate.

“Oh so you're just babu? If you're just babu, don't be a little pretentious my dehem-in deh!” Hardik Layla. He who is still upset about the failure of his mission can only spout sharp words.

Hilman again had to be stunned to hear the sentence uttered by the daughter of Arya. No one's whole life has ever humbled him. After all he was a Teuku with an indisputable blue blood.

“This is your house key!”

Hap. Arya throws a key at Hilman.

“The driver will take you there! I also have your departure to Korea! See you after your operation! Enjoy Your Life, Hell!” Aryan words are full of meaning. A mysterious smile was adorning on his face. Arya went out of the house.

“Pa, wait pa!” Layla shouted straight after Arya. They rarely meet. Layla didn't want to waste a chance.

“Papa busy!” Aryan said coldly.

“Paaaa, Layla wants to talk!”

“Sorry, I have no time, Dear!”

“Paa, please. Pleaseee!”

“Say your wish is the same Mama or assistant yes! If you need money, you'll transfer!” Arya again.

“Pa, mom is also again in the office! Pa...” Layla almost cried.

“Sep, Sep road!” Arya tells Asep, her personal driver without caring about Layla who is already crying.

“Papa... Hiks hiks hiks...” Layla wiping her flowing tears.

"Pa... Hix... "

Hilman.

“Nih” The young man who is still the face of Bangladesh thrusts his handkerchief.

“What lo?! Don't you want attention?!” Hardik Layla. He rushed inside and closed the door by slamming it. Hilman only looked with a flat gaze. He took his car, though,

“Gek, how are Roses and Jasmine?” Hilman asked Ogek, his assistant trust in Aceh.

“Aman boss!”

“Then my daughter's son how? Teuku Hotman, Teuku Holmes, Cut Rose and Cut Lily?”

“Aman boss! I have guaranteed it!” Ogek again.

All my children. Although I do not know which one of you is my biological child, but I will ensure the well-being of all of you! Those of you I've protected since infancy, must not lose your affection! Hilman.

“Bos, Boss...” Call Ogek disperse the daydreams of Hilman.

“Gek, Don't forget to watch Maryam! Women are dangerous!” Hilman closed their conversation.

In the room, Layla threw away everything in her nightstand.

The Bruuuukkk Gedebum Praaaaanank.

“Brengseeeeek! All brengseeekkkk! Shitoooo! Aaaaa aaaaa!” Layla was crying. He's like a possessed man.

“The world is unfair!!!! All berengseeeeekkkk! God is not adiiiiiilllll!" Pekik Layla still crying.

“Papa, I miss.. I just want to take papa to dinner together..Hiks hiks! That's all!” Layla wiped her tears. He took a cell phone typing a message, he,

Baby, get me! I want to stay at your villa again tonight! Layla sends a message to Razil.

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Iqlima felt strange when the punishment inflicted on him was suddenly stopped just like that. He was found innocent as fast as lightning. How could? Iqlima who has a high discipline about rights and conscience so feel there is a discrepancy there.

Iqlima no longer wears a red veil, her name has changed to santriwati without a black record. He was wearing the veil he used to wear. However, even though the punishment had been stopped, many pairs of cynical eyes remained on him.

He really is a golden boy!

Hmh! He must have had a special pellet to melt the heart of Umm Hajjah!

Iqlima could clearly hear the gibahan addressed to him. Huft. Iqlima grunts feeling bored. The first class will start tonight. Now Iqlima is confused as to what to do. If there were paper and pencils with him now, his fingers would have danced to dispel fatigue.

Chequelek

Someone opened the door after knocking.

“Hey Iqlima, you were told to take a broomstick and a pengki behind the dorm!” Say Nilam with a cynical look. Since the beginning of the senior santriwati has not liked Iqlima. For him, Iqlima was too much of a center of attention.

“To the back of the dorm? Why should I?”

“Just ask Ummi Hajjah! If you still want to find trouble, stay relaxed in this room!” Nilam left after delivering the message not wholeheartedly. It's walking slowly. The girl seemed to think.

There must be something wrong! Guess Nilam. He has been back and forth reading Iqlima biodata in the curriculum room. As far as the investigation was concerned, Iqlima was just an ordinary girl and had been orphaned for a long time. Nothing special.

I have to watch his movements! Determined Nilam. He secretly followed Iqlima who was already heading to the backyard.

The drizzle started to come down. The santriwati look neat getting ready to perform the ‘ashr prayer service at the mushola. Iqlima continued to walk slowly following the orders. The pain he felt began to decrease even though the road was still shaken.

Will my punishment be replaced by sweeping this one dormitory? But sweeping a dorm broom is still much lighter than bearing shame. All righty! Think Iqlima.

I don't know why it looks like a creep. The more Iqlima walks towards the back then the atmosphere looks more deserted. No more students passing by. The drizzle that fell also added to the martyrdom. Iqlima glanced to the right and to the left with Rome standing. There are many shrubs growing wild. Iqlima so not sure that the broom and pengki are indeed placed in the backyard that looks haunted.

Come on Iqlima.. It's still afternoon! Fear not! Innallaha Ma'ani! Iqlima suggests self-confidence. Repeatedly he read the verse of the chair as his eyes continued to be alert.

Sett

“Aaaaa caterpillar furuuuu!” Iqlima choked as a caterpillar fell over his arm. His eyes are enlarged. He pried alone. Panicked.

"Hhhhhmmffff Hmmmmffffff" Nilam who had been following her trying desperately to hold her stomach held back laughter over what befell Iqlima.

Sreeegngg.

Someone suddenly pulled out Iqlima's arm. He was led into a narrow, dark hallway. The person quickly carried Iqlima into his arms. Their bodies are clinging to each other. Pupil Iqlima should again be widened. He was surprised not to get stuck. Iqlima almost screamed loudly but the man shut Iqlima's mouth in meetings. Iqlima lost power.

“Iqlima disappeared whereaa?” Nilam was astonished. He closed his eyes for a moment because he laughed. But Iqlima could suddenly disappear without a trace.

“Iqlimaaaaaa” Call Nilam.

Iqlima thrashed to hear the voice of Nilam. He wants to ask for help.

“Iqlimaaa” Shouts Patchouli again. This girl suddenly stood up. He had trouble swallowing saliva. Iqlima is completely gone. No longer did he choose to leave the location.

Did I really follow Iqlima? Or am I hallucinating? Nilam ran away.

“Bbbbppppffffff Bbbbppffffff” Iqlima still thrashing. Cold sweat began to pour.

“Ssssstttttt relax! It's me!” Whisper the man. A familiar voice. Iqlima. He moved one hand to make sure and began to trace the face of the person who was holding it.

Sjsshhh. The man suddenly grimaced.

“Bang Yahya?”

“Why did you poke my nose? Are you trying to end my life, huh?” Hardik Yahya's.

“Ma.. Sorry, dark. I'm not intentionally”

Huh. Just met again, already angry. Iqlima.

Slowly Yahya began to lead him out of the hallway. Yahya moved his head monitoring the situation.

“Bang Yahya why are you here? If caught how?” Yahya did not comment on the question Iqlima. Yahya kept herding him.

"Bang, I'm afraid we're caught! " Substantial Iqlima.

"Whisper! " Sahut Yahya's.

“What bang Yahya misses me?” Ask me spontaneously. His face met for some reason. Iqlima's question made Yahya successfully stop his footsteps. He turned around to look at Iqlima fixedly with a face that could not be interpreted. Second, two seconds, three seconds. Iqlima awaits Yahya's reply. However,

Print*k*

“Aww” Iqlima rubbed his forehead. Yahya back to floss.

“Stupid! You used to think so vulgarly in this situation! Look at my face! Does my face look like I miss you?!” Yahya put on a cool face by raising his chin up. Iqlima was gobsmacked but shook his manyun.

The vulgar? What relation? Fuck up! Oh yes, I almost forgot that just help me bang Yahya reluctant. Missed me especially? What am I expecting anyway? Iqlima directly lowered his head. His face looks sad.

“Follow me!” Yahya takes Iqlima out of the way of the unexpected. No one would have thought, a wall covered by thickets turned out to be a wooden door. In front of them was a big motor. Yahya took one of the helmets and put it on Iqlima's head. With painstaking athletic young man is pairing the connecting rope.

“Allah!” Tell Yahya after he got on the bike. Iqlima.

“Why?”

“Where are we going?” Hesitating Iqlima glanced at the dormitory santriwati who was behind them. This woman is looking for trouble.

“Allah! It's order!” Ketus Yahya's. Not much to argue with, Iqlima immediately followed Yahya's will.

Vroooooomm Vrooooomm

“Hold!”

Wuuuussss Wuuussss's

The wind waved their clothes.

“What? I can't hear it!” Yahya slowed down the speed of his motor.

“Hold! I don't want you to trouble me if your skinny body is blown away by the wind! Snuggle!” Yahya shouted so that his voice could be reached by Iqlima. The girl again grumbled. He carried his body forward a few centimeters.

“More meetings!” Iqlima re-advanced his body. But it doesn't really erode the distance.

“Lagii!”

"More forward again!! "

Vroooooom. Pantingly. Yahya pulled the gas. Iqlima jerks. He quickly hugged Yahya tightly. The young man quietly smiled.

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