Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)
Chapter 5: Happy Romance
Yahya came out of the village chief's house after eating and saying goodbye. He rode a motorcycle in the dark of the night. Street lighting lights that only exist one in a radius of 300 meters cause the streets to appear pitch black. Only the moon up there or the flashlight that is held by the residents still roam faithfully to accompany.
The care of several young men by forming guard posts in the shells located in many corners causes Krueng Lam Kareung Village is fairly safe.
From the top of Yahya's net motorbike is like catching the figure of Ilyas. He pulled the bike over and squinted his eyes to make sure. His cousin was walking behind a girl like escorting her.
“Yaaas... Ilyas!” Call Yahya. This young man opened his helmet. Ilyas and the girl looked over. I see a familiar face.
Deg.
Netra Yahya and Iqlima met each other. He and the girl who was walking with Ilyas had just met this afternoon. Iqlima was a little surprised, he did not expect to be able to look back at the person who had helped him and grandfather. Reflexes, he touched a business card that was in the pocket of his skirt.
“Hemm... How was it? Sorry, I sent Iqlima home!” The words from Ilyas spread their eyes out.
“It’s okay.. I've been saying the same thing, Mr. Kecik” Iqlima smiled to hear Yahya's speech.
“Pak Keu's.. Chik means.” The Celoteh Iqlima. Yahya scratched his non-itchy nape.
“O Yes, This is Iqlima. My future wife! Iqlima, this is my cousin Yahya!” Ilyas proudly introduces his future wife.
"God's Masya... Baarakallah's... May your good intentions be blessed by Allah SWT" Yahya said.
"Aamiin ya Rabbal 'alamiin" Ilyas assures.
"Iqlima, don't forget tomorrow we go to Lampu'uk beach with another volunteer friend! " Ilyas continued to remind. Iqlima nodded then resigned to enter his house which was located not far from the shoulder of the road. Before actually entering, the tail of his eyes had a glance at Yahya who brought Ilyas lost through the thick of the night.
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"Enough Yas! Ummi say enough! Ummi won't approve of you marrying a woman of unknown origin! " Wirda said firmly through a telephone connection. The mother of Ilyas remained clumsy not agreeing with her son's good intentions. Ilyas's heart melos. For the past few months he has been trying to persuade his mother, but the results are still nil.
"Mi, Iqlima is a shaliha girl!" Lirih Ilyas was almost desperate. A sentence he repeats every time he talks about Iqlima.
"Saliha is not enough, Ilyas! If you go back to Jakarta just to persuade Ummi to approve your marriage, you better not go home! Ummi just wants you to marry Aninditha Gayatri Rumi!" Tukas Wirda is indisputable. Wirda closes the talks. Ilyas could only sigh and close his eyes. How Wirda dismissed all the longing that had been burning for a year because he did not meet Ilyas just because of the marriage. The plane ticket Ilyas had ordered to return to Jakarta regardless of his grasp and fell to the floor just like that.
Yahya who had heard the conversation between mother and child could only sympathize. He patted Ilyas' broad shoulder trying to encourage him.
“You've heard it all! Bro, how should I?” Ask Ilyas sissily.
“Do you really love her?” Yahya asked back as a result. Ilyas nodded.
“You know exactly how I am! I wouldn't have decided something if I wasn't absolutely sure. Now what do I do? Am I determined to marry Iqlima without Ummi's blessing? Isn't it in Islam that a man doesn't need a guardian to marry?” Said Ilyas rubbing his face rough. Yahya shook his head quickly.
“Your paradise is under the soles of Ummi's feet. Don't you throw away that paradise just for a woman” Sahut Yahya said. Ilyas. This young man looked. Yahya's short answer was not the kind of answer he wanted to hear for now, Ilyas needed support. But Yahya's words are true.
“These months I missed that girl. He was near me, we often engaged in the same activities, often without a word. But I still miss him. It's also my fault for not being able to control my feelings. Hhhh There is no cure for a longing other than meeting. And now I need that medicine! I would love to marry her!” Ilyas. His eyes turned red. Yahya. Ilyas is not the type of man who easily falls out with women. If her cousin has reached this stage, it means that the girl is indeed special.
"Do you want to hear a suggestion? " Ilyas nodded.
“Saranku, try to make a last effort. The maximum effort possible. Go home, talk back to Ummi! Who knows by staring and talking from heart to heart he can be destroyed. Moreover, Ummi loves you very much. Describe who exactly the woman you chose was, what her superiority was and give a strong argument!” Saying Yahya in the end. Ilyas thought for a moment then nodded. The advice from his cousin and best friend is the most realistic for now even though the words of Ummi on the phone were a little bit to make his heart sliced.
“I need your help to realize this all” Instantly Ilyas widens his meaningful smile.
“Please.. Just a week! I'll handle your job for that long! I will also be booking a new ticket for you!” Yahya could only massage the temple hearing Ilyas' pleas. Return to Jakarta which should be two days longer he had to postpone.
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Iqlima opened the door to his grandfather's room. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found out that Grandpa had slept. Just now he was about to close the door of the room again but the sound of grandfather's call was heard filling the ears.
“Why so long? Where have you been?!” Ask grandpa to rise.
“So Mr. Keuchik's house was full of cake guests, Iqlima accidentally met Ustadz Ilyas on the road. We chat for a while” Iqlima said honestly.
“You are a girl. Don't be quick with just any man. Huk Huk Huk!”
“Kek, Iqlima would like your blessing. Iqlima wants to marry Ustadz Ilyas. Is it okay if Iqlima asks to be married to a male of choice Iqlima?” Ask Iqlima suddenly. He clasped Grandpa's hand tightly at the foot of the bed. Watering eyes.
“Hhhhh Your stubbornness is exactly Cut Afla, your mother. If only your mother who came from among the Acehnese nobility was not married to Taufiq, your father. He will not suffer. My son brought a lot of suffering to him” recalled Grandfather stroking Iqlima's head. His consciousness sometimes disappears.
“Cut Afla the man is, his father is rich. She's a smart girl. It's a pity to even fall in love with my son until he was willing to be kicked out of the house. If your father had a lot of money, certainly would not be looked at by your mother's family. If I also come from Teuku, of course the word Cut has been embedded in front of your name to be Cut Iqlima. Ah although at the end of it, your mother's family is also bankrupt. I'm sure they must have been affected by karma! Haha.. Huk Huk Law..” Grandpa laughed and then coughed. There was an uncomfortable feeling in Iqlima's heart when grandfather talked about his mother's family and the lack of a father.
“Grandfather who is old and soon will go into this grave just do not want your mother's suffering repeated to you son.. Grandpa doesn't want you to marry someone who can't afford it. Grandpa wants you to live a prosperous and decent life..Huk Huk Huk..” Grandpa paused his sentence.
“So you don't have to bother knitting the bag until your eyes hurt like you do now. Ilyas was just a nomad. It's just my usual teapot.. Grandpa wasn't sure he would make you happy. You will be constantly looked down upon and will become trash in this society” The already shriveled eyes are glazed over. Hearing what his grandfather said made Iqlima's tears scatter. His grandfather was traumatized by their social status.
“Kakek..” Iqlima wiped his tears.
“Iqlima will school as high as possible. Iqlima will achieve the goals. Whether the Ustadz Ilyas came from a family or not. I don't know what social status he currently holds, Iqlima does not look at it. Who Iqlima knows he is holy, he already wants to fight for Iqlima. Accepting this short-lived granddaughter of grandfather. That's more than enough. After all, Iqlima does not want to depend upon the creature for the sustenance of Allah, the bounty of Allah is Exhaustible. Later Iqlima also wants to be an independent woman who is not dependent on men”
“Second, grandpa would you like to bless Iqlima and Ustadz Ilyas?” Mata Iqlima and grandfather meet. Grandfather was silent not answering. Until at last he nodded his head. Iqlima managed to melt his heart.
“Rabbii The girl was crying haru. He hugged grandpa. Roman-roman is happy as if to approach him.
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Iqlima went into the room. This girl berwudhu’ and perform prayers two raka’at to express gratitude. He cried bitterly in the expanse of prayer. Forgiving and the Ridha of Allah. Those wiggly eyes turned swollen. Her nose is watery red. He ended his ritual by reading hamdallah. Iqlima was about to sleep, but his hand accidentally held a card that had been in his skirt since noon. Iqlima took and glanced at the business card.
Yahya El Fawwas Zakaria.
Somehow he felt that there was a slight tremor when he mentioned the young man's long name. But this woman immediately brushed it off. Maybe that vibration just came from gratitude for helping him and grandpa. Iqlima knew that soon she would be the wife of Ilyas. Iqlima must not bring any man into the heart for whatever reason.
This girl immediately tore the business card in two. Then he put it in any place in the desk drawer.
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