Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 51: Opium

Early in the day, Yahya woke up. He was still on the sofa when his eyes could not find Iqlima in 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 get brighter. But how surprised Yahya when he saw Iqlima who sleep leaned against the wall of the sofa right under his feet.

Why, Iqlima? Yahya. In limited lighting, he glanced at his watch. Fajr is 2 hours away. Yahya swiftly lifted Iqlima onto the mattress in a bridal style. He slowly threw his wife there. The close proximity of them caused Yahya to be able to inhale the fragrance of Floral.

He hasn't had a shower, has he? why is it so fragrant? Yahya subconsciously brought his body closer to where the source of the scent came from. He's enjoying it more and more. The disturbing veil undoes Yahya's intentions. The young man wanted to stay away, he was worried that Iqlima would wake up. But Iqlima's slightly open lips managed to stop his movement. Iqlima looks so ripe. Yahya could not hold himself back.

Coughy

Sets

The kiss that Yahya gave along with Iqlima's eyes suddenly opened wide. The girl was surprised not to be a bitch. With a quick movement he pushed Yahya who had confined him. Yahya brought his body to a firm stand. Iqlima felt his heart beating faster. A little traumatized by the past, cold sweat began to fill his forehead.

Iqlima touched his lips with a blank look. He looks confused.

“A... I just kiss! Ma'am... not kissing!” Yahya tried to explain without being asked.

Hhh Hhh Hhh Hhhh

A flash of shadow pursued by Hilman made his breath feel tight. Iqlima difficulty breathing.

“Ka.. You why?” Yahya saw the strange gurgle of the wife. He turned on the lights. Seemed by the sweat grains as large as corn seeds popping up even though the AC temperature is very cold.

“I just kiss you, nothing more! Why are you overreacting like this?!” Yahya raised his voice.

“A... I...” Iqlima still palpates his heartbeat.

“Minum!” Yahya thrust a bottle of mineral water after opening the lid. He climbed onto the bed removing the sweat grains that filled Iqlima's forehead.

“Truck!” Ketus Yahya's.

I... This is really bang Yahya, Alhamdulillah! Mumbles Iqlima glazed. He looked at Yahya's face without blinking and stretched out his hand to reach out to the face of the man before him.

“Don't think too far! I just kissed and there was no other intention!” Yahya said with still focus on removing sweat grains. Hearing the sentence, Iqlima's outstretched hand was pulled back.

“Do you really wear a veil 24 hours like this? I wouldn't be surprised just in case it turns out.. Your head is filled with various kinds of insects!” Yahya moved to remove the veil Iqlima. Instantly his long black hair was draped.

“Hmh...” Yahya cleared his throat to dispel the nervousness he created himself.

“Sorry bang, I was just surprised when I felt something stuck to my lips! Turns out.. bang Yahya kissed me!”

“Hey, I just dipped!” Sergey Yahya did not accept it. Iqlima frowned.

“In addition to stupid, it turns out you are stubborn too! I've told you many times that I just kissed! If you kiss it..” Yahya paused his sentence.

“If kiss that, yes.... Just like you did to me. Especially in that room!” Yahya raised his eyebrows up. He rises.

Bluuusss. Pipi Iqlima successfully met. He was just about to protest, since when did he do such a shameful thing? But Yahya first walked away from him.

“This room is too hot! Tomorrow I have to call an assistant to replace all the ACs in this room! Huh! Absolutely useless!” Gerrutu Yahya to himself. He went to the balcony to get air.

Hot? Did ya? I felt like this room was too cold in the fridge. Think Iqlima wonder. The girl yawned a few times. To stop the sleepiness, he decided to take a shower.

Iqlima noticed her reflection in the mirror. The reddish patches that had already turned purple still filled several points on his body. The patches that Yahya gave warmly.

Iqlima cupped both palms covering his face. The incident just happened to make Iqlima smile embarrassed. Face meet. However, the smile suddenly faded and then simply vanished.

Didn't Yahya love her? Wasn't Yahya forced to marry her? Even if Yahya touches it, it is all only on the basis of rights and obligations. Not more. Iqlima.

What do you expect Iqlima? The girl smiled wryly. He looked back with teary eyes.

What do you expect from the young man of Java Island? You are poor and orphaned! Grandfather's words came back.

Is Yahya bang the same as Ustadz Ilyas? Is bang Yahya going to leave me at any time? Will Yahya throw me away when I get bored? Iqlima wiped his tears that had already flowed. Suddenly he missed Grandpa. Very homesick.

But surely grandfather did not want to see me sad and crying. I have to stay up! What am I worried about? Hasn't I been used to it all my life? Am I used to living in loneliness? Iqlima rubbed his face with a towel. Removing water that falls apart. Iqlima quickly washed his face and took ablution'.

Driiiit

Yahya went into the room and saw Iqlima who had finished bathing. The woman was getting ready to go back into the blanket.

"I brought food for sahur. Do you want to come eat? "

"Tomorrow isn't it Wednesday? Bang Yahya wants to fast what?" Iqlima walked following Yahya to the dining room. The young man threw a serving of food in front of him.

"Try to eat, thank God if it fits on your tongue!" Say Yahya who awaits Iqlima's reaction. The woman slowly nodded.

"Good boy! It's delicious! " Say Iqlima girang. He returned to scooping more. Yahya smiled.

No. gabe. It's just an illusion. Yahya's smile faded.

Not likely. I can't possibly love her. Not at all. I only appreciate her position as my wife. It is simply a feeling of affection that grows out of pity because of the overwhelming test of his life.

I just admire his strength. I like the innocence. Yeah, that's all. Not more. I can't put my heart back on Acehnese women. Iqlima is innocent, but I cannot fall into the same hole. Too painful. Dara was the only one and it was over. Yahya shook his head. He did not understand what he was feeling.

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Yahya drove Iqlima right where he had picked him up.

"This is your phone. As long as I go to Korea, we will communicate with this! I've already handed over an ATM card with the amount of money I feel is enough for a month. Use it as you please because it's yours"

"You can ask Mbak Asih to buy all your needs. Asih often visited the pesantren to deliver medicine. If the number is less, you can call me" Yahya said. Iqlima looked at the santriwati building behind him.

"Come in! " Tell Yahya. Iqlima was still silent with a troubled face. Unknowingly he grabbed Yahya's shirt.

"You scared? Be calm! This time you won't be punished" Yahya seemed to understand what Iqlima felt.

"If this phone is seized how? "

"Ustadzah phones will not be confiscated! You will be placed in the nanny's body while still studying! Be calm.. I've made sure you won't be punished" Iqlima nodded.

"Maybe this is our last meeting. I'll see you back after coming home from Korea! " Yahya's words succeeded in making Iqlima's tears flow. Why did he become so sad. Iqlima hates the word farewell. He saw a direction that Yahya would not be aware of his tears.

"I'm leaving! " The motor starts to turn on. Iqlima nodded while looking down deeply.

"Hey, are you crying? "

"Lift your face! Are you really crying?!" Iqlima shook his head quickly. Yahya got off his bike.

"Zinc! This is how we cry!" Chebik Yahya hugged Iqlima. The girl is so busy.

"Oh, don't cry. Doctor Jelita will visit you here tomorrow! " Yahya tightened her embrace.

"Doctor Jelita is here? "

"Huh, my fast is off because you're crying! "

"Ke... Why cancel? " Iqlima stretched out Yahya's embrace.

"Because you're crying I have to hug you!"

"If you're not sincere, what am I! I really ain't what! " Iqlima pursed his lips. He immediately took a step to get into the pesantren.

Yahya did not let Iqlima go. He quickly pulled the woman's hand back into his arms. With a quick movement Yahya brought Iqlima pulled down the lush and shady Mahogany Tree. The atmosphere is completely quiet. There are only trees and Ilalang that have risen.

"Before going to Korea I will tell you what the difference between a kiss and a kiss is! " Netra Yahya and Iqlima meet.

Cueup

"That's called a kiss! " The whisper of Yahya who suddenly kissed Iqlima's lips.

"If that kiss.... That way... " Iqlima's eyes are perfectly patterned. Yahya put their lips together again. Not just to unite. The young man sipped it many times. Yahya forced his way in. He complains of neat rows of teeth Iqlima one by one. Somewhat long. Up to Iqlima difficulty scooping the air.

Hhh Hh. Their breath is hunting.

"Bang, ka... If anyone sees ba.... how? " Tanya Iqlima took pains. He resigned when Yahya again kissed him. Yahya's hand began to spread out in an uncertain direction. Iqlima quickly halted the movement before her husband's release.

"Bao... " Lirih Iqlima. Yahya's treatment made his legs feel limp.

"If caught, we will be paraded around the boarding school and married because the couple thinks mesuu*m" Bisik Yahya relaxed. Iqlima pushed Yahya away from his body. He turned his back to the young man with a red face.

"It's your own fault, it's good in the apartment even choose a place like this!"

"Huh? Who's voting?" Iqlima protests are fast.

"Oh, so there's no need to vote and you want to repeat that again huh?" Yahya brought his body closer. Iqlima shook his head quickly.

"Le... I'd better get back to the pesantren! " Said Iqlima who immediately shot up fast. His face could no longer be conditioned for enduring embarrassment. Yahya silently smiled.

He's very dangerous. No. gabe. He's not dangerous. But myself. I can't control myself when I'm around him. He's really opium. Lirih Yahya looked at Iqlima's back which was getting further away.

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Awwwwwwwww. Iqlima who suddenly fell. His waist hurt because he was hit hard. The road that passes is so slippery. Before it was not. Iqlima smelled the pungent oil. He groped into the shiny wet ground.

I... This... Petrol.

Who poured gasoline here? Iqlima's forehead shriveled. It is difficult to get up on his feet.

Ssss... Oh Allah... So hurt... Rintih Iqlima. He looked around. Slender. In the backyard of the dormitory there was not a single creature.

Oh Allah... What am I supposed to do? Thought Iqlima was getting anxious.

At the same yet unreachable spot of sight, a smiling young lady smirked.

H.a h.a.h.a. Iqlima dear~ This is just the beginning of~ 👽

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