Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 54: Not the Mafia of Shari'ah

The santriwati throng the backyard of the pesantren. They kept a little distance because the well-respected Bustanul Jannah retainers were also there. This time not without reason, Iqlima who suddenly came with dirty clothes and smelling gasoline so attention.

Now all attention is on him. Iqlima stared at the disappearance of evidence at the scene of the crime. Though he was so sure in the place where he was walking at this time there was gasoline and leeches with a lot of.

“Hhhh your clothes do smell of gasoline, that means you brought gasoline into this boarding school! Did you disappear yesterday because you wanted to smuggle gasoline huh?! Do you want to burn this pesantren?!” Ayuni Ustadzah. He really felt embarrassed because Iqlima was not educated at all.

“After all why are you going to the backyard?! For what?! What are you doing here?!”

Iqlima looked up at Yahya for protection. Netra they met for a while. But alas, Yahya just looked at her with a flat face without expression. Iqlima bit his lower lip in disbelief. He's back down. His heart feels numb.

“Iqlima, why are you silent?! Speak out! You shut up because you're gonna admit to all your mistakes, right?!” Ayuni continued to corner. Iqlima wanted to refute and tell the truth as he always did. But the existence of Hajjah Aisyah, the mother-in-law shrunk her guts. He's really embarrassed. Just want to disappear it feels.

Pretty, but I'm much prettier. Layla looked at Iqlima fixedly with a condescending look.

She doesn't wear branded clothes, doesn't understand fashion at all. Too disheveled. Unlike Mas Yahya who even wears a robe or shirt but I know the price of his clothes is expensive. I'm sure Yahya wouldn't be interested in him.

He is also not my equal opponent. Looks like I can get rid of this village girl with just one flick. Layla raised one of her eyebrows and the corner of her lips upwards.

“A... I really don't lie” Just this one sentence came out of Iqlima's mouth. Blank's mind.

The santri had been desperately holding back a laugh. Iqlima spread his gaze around, He heard a discordant voice that directed him blatantly. Iqlima's ears feel hot.

“But I'm pretty sure this place is sabotaging. This crime should be investigated” Further Iqlima. It was as if he had the strength to answer.

“What?! After having no shame, now you are accusing others instead?! You think this is a devil's lair?! Mafia nest wrapped in shari'ah clothes?! Astaghfirullah. You really don't know manners! Accept this!!” Ayuni raised her hand about to throw a slap. Iqlima closed his eyes. Resignedly.

Yahya was surprised, his eyes were fiddled. As fast as lightning he pulled off one of the buttons from his sleeve. Then,

Psyuuuu

With one move, Yahya touched the button until it landed on the back of Ayuni's hand that had been raised high.

Awwww. For a second, Ayuni complained. He rubbed his hands that felt a little sore. Iqlima's cheeks survived a slap.

Yahya's shirt button that rolled under Iqlima's feet was caught by Layla's vision. The girl clenched her forehead. He quickly understood what was happening. Layla immediately glanced at the yahya outfit, counting the rows of buttons that were there.

Shi*t. That was Yahya's shirt button. May mas Yahya secretly defend the actor sok alim. Shit!! Layla who had just researched the number of buttons Yahya one by one immediately clenched her palms. Piqued.

“Hmm..” Yahya cleared his throat. The atmosphere changed quietly for a moment.

“What's your name?”

“A.. Ana. Name of ana A.. Ayuni, Gus!” Ayuni met a little. Although she was a young widow who did not dare to expect Yahya, but when the son of the pesantren owner deliberately asked his name in front of the crowd, inevitably Ayuni's heart rippled.

“Ustadzah Ayuni, it is not good to judge someone who is not necessarily wrong in a way that is too hasty like this. Your way is too cornering. Especially if we have guests. Hopefully in the future you can be wiser and more careful!” Yahya said coldly. As usual, there was no smile on his face.

“Ba... Good Gus!” Yahya turned to look at Iqlima. His face turned shady.

“I don't know what your motive is to act like this! Running here and ruining the event is not good behavior of a Muslim" Heart Iqlima said.

"Because I have already seen and heard it, then I decided that I myself will fully investigate this case!” Yahya looked deeply at the owner of the beautiful eyeballs in front of him as if he did not want to move. Iqlima, who realized Yahya's gaze, immediately lowered his head to avoid santri slander who was looking for his mistake.

“Mbak Sri, please bring a wheelchair here! He was running unstable. He's sprained or hurt! Please take her to the treatment room!” Yahya's word is meaningful to Sri.

“Good Gus!”

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Yahya entered his room in haste. He took the device and immediately contacted someone.

“Are you missing this supertalented doctor so soon? Ah, Though only tomorrow I will visit Iqlima!”

“Jelita, where are you? My driver will pick you up now!” Doctor Jelita was astonished to hear Yahya's unceremoniously stale remarks.

“Hey, what’s wrong?!” Doctor Jelita began to listen seriously.

“Iqlima injured. I don't know what he's going through, which is clear Iqlima needs your help! You're a female doctor, you already know how things are, handing Iqlima over to you to treat will make me calmer” Pinta Yahya.

“O.. Okay, I'll get ready to go there now!”

Brakes

Brakes

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"immis? "

"We have to talk" Hajjah Aisyah went straight in and took her place on the sofa. The crumpled face described how her current mood was.

"Do you see how your wife behaves? You're not strict, you're too weak in front of him! You should have given him a heavy sentence! She's humiliating. No no, he's really disgusting! "

"Why are you quiet?! You still want to keep a wild girl like her?! What good is Ummi sending you high, but choosing a dignified wife you can't afford! " See Hajjah Asiyah.

"What do you expect of him? If only facial beauty, Layla is far superior. In terms of morality, heredity, he has all the criteria that the Prophet SAW in choosing a wife! " Strictly Hajjah Aisyah again.

"Ummi is really embarrassed. Especially in front of the Pranawa family. Ummi did not know where to put Ummi's face. Our pesantren is famous for the dignity and nobility of its students..."

"Already from the time of your great-grandfather before marwah was awake. But today, women don't know themselves to be ruining everything that exists. Jeng Cahyati's face immediately changed as soon as she saw it. She just doesn't know that Iqlima is your wife. If you know, maybe he could faint suddenly" continued Hajjah Aisyah at length with a high shrill voice. Yahya could only feel his ears which from earlier felt like something was stinging.

"Ummi doesn't want to know! Divorce her!!! Ummi hates it!!! What happens if you have a child descended from an insane girl like her?! Oh Rabbi! " Hajjah Aisyah massaged her temple. Yahya approaches. He immediately grabbed Hajjah Aisyah tightly.

"Ummi is so beautiful today. The oration of Ummi in front of the santri is truly stunning. Yahya had not heard it for a long time. Today why Ummi willing to jump directly into the field when Ummi is very busy, hm? " Yahya kissed Hajjah Aisyah's head. He said softly.

"Be...really? Did you really hear him? " Yahya gave her smile.

"It's obvious because of the arrival of the Pranawa family right? O yes son, Layla what do you think?! " Search Hajjah Aisyah. He had almost forgotten what had just happened.

"Laila? What happened to Layla Mi? " Yahya frowned.

"Do you think she's beautiful? "

"Yes, she's beautiful! " Sahut Yahya's. Hajjah Aisyah sumringah.

"Ummi's taste is never wrong.. " Hajjah Aisyah nodded her head.

"Oh yes Mi, Yahya just wants to remind about South Korea!" Yahya loosened his bow.

"As promised. If Yahya is willing to go there, then all matters concerning Iqlima are released. Including punishment, right? " Hajjah Aisyah's face changed again.

"So that... Yahya waited for Ummi to do his thing. Yahya waited for the goodwill of Ummi to protect Iqlima from the months of the santri and ustadzah. But Ummi didn't do it! Sa. Ma's. Se. ka's. The li! " Yahya said sarcasm but she took the time to give her smile.

"He was guilty, he was humiliating, and he was disgusting. Ummi couldn't possibly defend her! Ummi is still very sane to want to protect her!!" Sergey Hajjah Aisyah.

"He has not been proven guilty, we do not know what happened to him! But he was immediately cornered and cornered. Even if he was guilty, he should have been built instead of humiliated! One of the ustadzah was also about to slap him, slapping him in front of Ummi who incidentally is the most respected and reluctant person there. He will be slapped in front of the guests that Ummi calls as great guests! "

"Dear Ummi, how would she feel if that slap actually happened?! Whoever the person is, surely he will be traumatized to enter the pesantren environment. Whoever he is, pesantren will be a bad memory for the rest of his life..." Yahya paused his sentence. Eyes glazed.

"Otherwise if he's telling the truth. Which person would do something silly to embarrass himself? If he's getting someone's attention, it shouldn't be what he's doing, a lot easier"

"But actually again, he did not need to do anything because everything in him was already interesting" Hajjah Aisyah raised her head in astonishment.

"Flame because of the gasoline, there were leeches scattered, he must have been very scared. I'm not defending her because she's my wife. His behavior was wrong, but what he was going through, his suffering and misfortune was far beyond that"

"Sorry, Yahya considers this as Ummi's negligence because it has violated the commitment. Actually Ummi does not need to do anything, just divorce and mediate as wisely as possible. That's more than enough. But Ummi was silent. Though Ummi knew that Yahya had brought him out of the pesantren as the last farewell because next week Yahya will go to South Korea, so it is clear Iqlima is not possible to transport gasoline from outside, so it is impossible, but strangely his clothes were even covered in gasoline" Hajjah Aisyah had trouble swallowing her saliva.

"Because this has already happened, Yahya will bring Iqlima to South Korea for self-healing. Such a committed person like Ummi would definitely agree to this!" Yahya continued to give her smile. He rubbed the back of Hajjah Aisyah's hand gently. The pesantren retainer can only fixate without wrinkles.

"Ummi whom Ananda loved because of God, Ananda told us today... Ananda excuse me" Yahya immediately left Hajjah Aisyah alone.

Braakkkkk

Lqfiaaaa... Fucking woman!!!! You've made Yahya turn against me!!!! Hajjah Aisyah kicked the table in anger.

You're a jal*ng woman!!! You seductress!!! You have tempted my son into your trap!!! Iqlimaaaa, I really hate you!!!!!

I sent Yahya to Korea to separate you. But you're planning to have Yahya take you along. You took advantage of Yahya's weakness. You liciiiiik!!!! Hajjah Aisyah is really windy.

This time you can have fun and be happy. But I swear... I swear I will make Yahya hate you too!!!! You know, this is the prayer of a dholimied mother, you will feel the consequences!!! Hajjah Aisyah clenched her hands tightly.

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