Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 50: Descendants of Ampon Polem Pasha

The afternoon came. Reddish orange tinge turns thick coloring pelata. Yahya brought Iqlima into a luxurious apartment building.

“Bang, why are we here?” Tanya Iqlima tried to compensate Yahya's great strides. There have been so many questions that women have asked since they left the restaurant, but none of them have been Yahya.

“Bang...” Desperate, Iqlima held Yahya's arm trying to stop the husband's movement. A few pairs of eyes were pointing at them. Yahya quickly released the grip of Iqlima's hand and stared at him sharply. Iqlima jerks. He's mumbling. This time Iqlima followed Yahya without rebuttal.

Sreek

Yahya issued an exclusive card of ownership. The officer in the lobby was a little surprised. He saw the young man of Yemeni blood. Son of the Owner of Building~

“Mr. Yahya, A... what... that..”.

“Tonight I'll stay here!” Cut Yahya cold.

“Good, will we..” Not yet had they finished his sentence, Yahya had already darted in followed by Iqlima. They went up to the 17th floor. Yahya's fingerprints detected. Door opens.

Oh, my God, it's so fancy. Iqlima muttered. He stood in a corner watching Yahya take off his shirt and downing mineral water. The son of the owner of the building did not tell him to sit or just speak stale.

How'this? Is Yahya angry? Iqlima bit his lower lip. Uneasily. He held back the crying. Yahya really changed like a stranger.

Braakkk

Yahya went inside the bathroom and slammed the door hard. Iqlima's knee is limp. The girl slumped onto the cold marble floor.

Iqlima remembered what he had done wrong to make Yahya's attitude change. Iqlima felt he did nothing. Last time at the restaurant, they just happened to meet Rafi, her former upperclassman at Madrasah ‘Aliyah first. Slightly nostalgic and exchanging mobile numbers because Raafi will be his senior at Trisaksi University. That'sthat's all.

Driiite

The sound of the open door rattling Iqlima daydreams. Yahya came out revealing his abs by simply waisting a sheet of white towel. Iqlima turned his face. He's still not used to it. The girl twisted the veil feeling anxious.

Many things filled his mind. About Yahya's cold attitude that is more than usual, about the boarding school that he left suddenly, will he return to get punishment? About Yahya going to South Korea, about his solitude. He has no one here in Jakarta. Iqlima is completely alone.

“Mandilah! I don't want to smell that weird piercing scent!” Ketus Yahya's. Without looking at Iqlima he threw a luxurious perfume on his body. The smell of leather filled the room. Iqlima. He sat in place.

“Hey, didn't you hear me? Is your hearing no longer working?!” Yahya raised his voice. Flinched, as fast as lightning Iqlima rose to obey what her husband had decreed.

I don't bring clothes, bang Yahya must be angry if I don't change the clothes I've been wearing all day. How'this? Iqlima massaging temples. He smelled the smell of his clothes. According to Iqlima there is no strange aroma, either according to Yahya.

I still have to replace it. Think Iqlima.

Driiiiiit

Iqlima opens the door. He looks up, looks like Yahya is playing his phone.

“Bang, a. I did not bring a change of clothes” Adu iqlima forced. Again Yahya did not touch him.

Duh.

Iqlima opened his bag, looking at the rest of the money he had. Rp. 535,000,- . Enough to buy pajamas. Iqlima.

“Bang, a.. I went out first to buy a nightgown. Last I saw in the vicinity of this building there is a seller foot five” Continue Iqlima carefully. He quickly stepped towards the door.

Braakkk

Yahya throws the origin of his cell phone on the nightstand. A loud voice accompanied by a cracking sound was heard. Iqlima was really surprised. He looked, Yahya had walked to him. The young man quickly lifted Iqlima and threw him on the soft mattress. Iqlima.

“Girls like you want to go out at night like this?! Are you out of your mind?!” Hardik Yahya's. The tears of Iqlima flowed.

“In this world are you not afraid of anything, huh?!” Yahya massaged his temple. After the restaurant, his mood was a complete mess.

“If you were kidnapped by an irresponsible striped-nose man out there how??!! Na’udzubillah's. Oh I know.. You must have hoped that Rafi, the person you were so close to, would have come to your aid, right? He is the one who knows everything about you!!" Sarkas Yahya quipped.

"Oh... or do you still expect Ilyas? You were expecting Ilyas' arrival, right?!” Yahya's pointing is still on a high note. He put his fists in the air. His emotions are really explosive. Unable to stand it, Iqlima's tears flowed down.

“You are really careless! This is the capital, not Aceh! All kinds of people and evil are here! Why don't you think long?!” Yahya continued a little softened. Just slightly. Seen Iqlima curled up. He wiped away the tears with the end of the robe. Watering glinting.

Running out of words, Yahya snatched the pillow. He distanced himself from Iqlima and laid his body on the sofa. Yahya calmed down until he unconsciously fell asleep.

Iqlima looked at Yahya with a sad and hurt feeling.

***

Cut Buleun was reading the last paragraph of the company document when suddenly the thought of the handsome young man again so charming that he had just known just came to pass. The young man, known as Teuku Hilman, had not given him news in recent days.

Bang Hilman, how are you, brother? Type Cut Buleun sent a message carefully. He was afraid to disturb Hilman's time, but his curiosity was much greater. Since exchanging phone numbers their relationship has been more than just a friend.

Drrrrt Drrrrttt

Hilman's number is on the screen. The young man called him immediately.

Yes. Pekik Hati Buleun girang.

“Assalamu’alaikum Deck Cut!” Sapa Hilman softly from across.

“Wa.. Wa’alaikum Sa. lam Bang Man!”

Duh! Why am I this big?! Buleun silently knocked on the head. Breathe out to be more regular.

“Dek Cut, Bang Man is leaving for Korea tomorrow. Lately my brother is very busy taking care of the packing as well. Sorry forgot to tell!” Elegant Hilman.

“God's Assya, Brother's business widens to there huh?”

“Alhamdulillah deck. Bang Man will have to work hard. Because someday.. If bang Man gets married later, Bang Man's wife should be prosperous. Bang Man must make her as the only happiest Queen in the world” Hilman began to spread his sweet words. Cut Buleun glazed in admiration. His heart wondered who the lucky man Hilman would marry.

“Dek, Deck Cut…. Why silence, Dek?”

“Eh, no bang Man. Deck Cut was just amazed by Brother's persistence! If Deck Cut can participate see Abang's expertise in delegating in South Korea” Cut Buleun fishing rod sparkling.

“Dek Cut will wait for the moment to arrive, Bang Man!” Lirih Buleun.

“Sure. Sure was! Oh yes Deck Cut..”.

“Why Bang Man?”

“It will be very very troublesome Cut deck, but Bang Man is very excited to know it. Remembering the Cut deck has become a special part of the life bang Man!”

“What is Bang?” Cut Buleun is getting lulled.

“Please send us the Cut deck family genealogy list on bang Man, hmh... Se.ka...rang! Can?”

Is Bang Man already very serious about this relationship? Cut Buleun is getting together.

“Sure. Alright Bang Man, wait a minute!”

“Ya, Bang Man wait.. Deck Cut...” Sahut Hilman softly ends the conversation.

It is commonplace, usually Acehnese noble families will keep a detailed list of their family genealogy. Starting from the last descendants to the great-grandfather who connected to the previous kings.

Ddddrrrrttt Drrrrttt

An email went into Hilman's phone. From cutbuleun03@gmail.com. Hilman smiled at her smile. Quickly the bloody young man opened it, Acehnese,

A diagram of a tree is visible. Hilman only focused on the descendants of Ampon Polem Pasha. He focused on researching to the list listed below,

Ampon Polem Pasha

Ampon Banta Pasha

~Cut Nyak Meurah Intan:

-> Ampon Antana

-> Pocut Blet

~Cut Inong City:

-> Cut Putroe Bungong

-> Cut Meurah Silu

~ Cut Meulu Sigupai Sagoe:

-> Teuku Gadee

-> Teuku Bentara

-> Cut Dara Keumala

~Cut Malahayati's

->Cut Buleun

~Cut Nyak Afla Hotel

->Iqlima Noor Azkiya

I...Qlima Noor Azkiya? This is my Iqlima Noor Azkiya? Hilman. He looked many times and read the family history of Iqlima. There it was mentioned that Cut Nyak Afla had died.

“Hmh... As I suspected so far, My baby Full Light: IQLIMA NOOR AZKIYA is indeed the descendant of Ampon Pasha! You are no ordinary man, my love! Wherever you live, wherever you are placed, no matter how difficult your life may be, you cannot hide your class. Diamond is still diamond” Mumbled Hilman raised his eyebrows up. The fact about Iqlima slightly shook his soul. Successfully made Hilman who was also blue-blooded so dumbfounded.

Iqlimaku dear... Do I have to intervene to put everything back in place, hm? Hilman propped up his hands together to hold his head.

I had to find out why Iqlima was dumped and not recognized by his extended family and life was difficult. Hilman seemed to think. He stroked his chin which was filled with a thin beard.

Tired of thinking, in the end Hilman fell asleep carrying Iqlima in his long dream.

***

Early in the day, Yahya woke up. He was still on the sofa when his eyes could not find Iqlima on the bed.

Iqlima where? What's in the toilet? Yahya closed his mouth as it evaporated. The young man's eyes glowed. He wants to turn on the lights to make them brighter. But how surprised Yahya when he saw Iqlima who sleep leaned against the wall of the sofa right under his feet.

Astaghfirullah... Iqlima??

***