Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 55: I Believe in You! I Trust You!

“Yahya, where is Iqlima?” Todong was Jelita's doctor when he and Yahya met.

“I haven't seen Iqlima either, but he's already in the room of one of the assistant”

“Lho? Why isn't she in your room?!”Sambar doctor Jelita.

“Still mending in the assistant room rather than in the pesantren” room Sahut Yahya accordingly.

“Ha? Room antennas?” Doctor Jelita frowned.

“Astaghfirullah Jelita. San. Trends are not mowers!” Yahya massaged his temple.

“Yahya, I can kill you if you are arbitrary against Iqlima. Don't you know who you're dealing with?” Tukas doctor Jelita with a high tone. He pointed his index finger at Yahya's face.

“Sssstttt, if Ummi hears your cry all can runyam. You calm down first. Save your threats, Follow me!” Doctor Jelita would not want to follow Yahya's steps. He spread his eyes around.

The house is so spacious and beautiful yet looks so quiet. There were only two or three assistants. They carry cloths and wipe things that are not dusty.

Yahya brought Doctor Jelita deeper into the back area. Sri was already in front of her room.

“I brought a doctor to treat Iqlima!” Sri nodded. He glanced at the beautiful young doctor who was near Yahya and gave his smile. The smile faded as Yahya opened the door.

How much I want to cheat Miss Iqlima, but I still can't! I can't afford to do it. For a moment Sri closed her eyes and then passed.

Chequek.

Seen Iqlima who lay playing his phone.

“Doctor Jelitaaa?!” Iqlima. He raised his hands high. He almost jumped out of bed so happy, but the pain in his body made him have to stay on the bed.

Huh. Meet Jelita only she was immediately excited, if she met her own husband her behavior was not so! Gerrutu Yahya's.

“Hey, My Sweety Pie.. How are you?” Doctor Jelita was about to hug Iqlima but the girl instead held him back.

“Dok, I miss you. ta... pi. Don't come any closer!” Although he had changed clothes, but Iqlima still sniffed.

“Bau gasoline?” Doctor Jelita glanced at Yahya who looked indifferent.

“I slipped on the pesantren because the ground was slippery. Somehow gasoline could be there” Iqlima grumbled.

“Yahya, you must investigate this matter!" Again doctor Jelita glanced at Yahya who was still very indifferent.

Huh.

"So which part is sick? Yahya called me. He's so worried about you! Yahya said if I came to treat you, he would feel very calm!”

“Be... Really?” Iqlima. He glanced at Yahya who pretended to read a magazine.

“Of course! He pleaded with me in a serious-sounding tone. Though his heart was enveloped in a huge rumble!” Doctor Jelita.

“Ge.. Thundering?”

“Yes, the rumble of missing you and the rumble of worrying about you!” Doctor Jelita said convincingly in a whispering voice. But he didn't really do it. Yahya could hear all the doctor's words very clearly.

Angelita sialaa*n!! I told him to treat Iqlima why gossip instead?! Yahya is really careless. But he can't do anything.

Doctor Jelita's words made Iqlima's heart feel cool. The sadness of Yahya's abandonment disappeared instantly. Shamefully he glanced back at Yahya. At the same time, the young man also glanced at him. Netra they met but quickly Yahya moved his eyes to refocus on the kitchen recipe magazine that was in his grasp.

The behavior of Yahya and Iqlima cannot be separated from observation. Doctor Jelita shook her head at the bashful behavior of two lovebirds who are still like a teenage couple who are just approaching and not married.

“Iqlima... You did not experience domestic violence right? Why are your legs bruised like this? no pain?!” Ask doctor Jelita moving Iqlima's legs in a circular motion. Yahya got up, he was curious.

Iqlima fell down like this?! There could be gasoline and the trail disappears as fast as lightning. Very suspicious. But who did it? Yahya surprised.

“No. Pain only when walking, pain when used to concentrate. Actually, the pain is here. I sat down when I fell” Iqlima pointed at his waist.

“Reverse! I'll see it!” Iqlima was fixated on seeing Yahya who was already near him.

“Iqfive, come!”

“I.. Yes...” Doctor Jelita slightly flicked blouse shirt. He pressed the waist surface of Iqlima.

Ssss. The girl grimaced.

“Hmh... Can not withstand the load and pain around the joint, but there is no sign of swelling or bruising. You've had a sprain!” Doctor Jelita gave the diagnosis.

“What pain is severe?!” Ask Yahya worried.

“Alhamdulillah no, I will prescribe anti-pain as well as topical medication! Please help Iqlima smear the drug every 2 x a day, day and night”

“After applying it, Do it like this. Do it with a twisting motion!”

“God willing the pain will disappear in a few days!” Yahya nodded.

“Tonight we slept together in the room! Since you're sick, I've given you permission to leave the boarding school for treatment!”

“Ti... Sleeping together?! Duh, why are you discussing the discussion of 21+ in front of a girl like me like this anyway?! Why is it so rushed, you can wait for me to come home first... Only after that....." Doctor Iqlima pretended to cover his face with his palm, he blinked one eye at Iqlima.

"Your mind should be rinsed with detergent to be clean of germs and dirt! Fuck up!! " Yahya Hardik. Slowly he rubbed his neck. Honestly, the pose of Iqlima when examined by doctor Jelita has made him quite sultry.

“Oh yes doc, I want to ask about what the doctor said when called some time ago!”

“Hmh, about that yes.. Your house in Medan entered by Maling!” Doctor Jelita's.

“What?! Why are you saying it now?!” Sambar Yahya's.

“I did not panic too much because there was no meaningful item taken. It's just that there are some clothes belonging to Iqlima and a painting that comes with!”

“Used clothes? For what?!” Iqlima was astonished. Doctor Jelita sniffed her shoulder.

“Maybe to give to his wife!”

“What painting does it bring?” Ask Yahya. Doctor Jelita glanced at Iqlima.

“What paintings are always brought along?!” Ask Yahya again. Doctor Jelita nodded. He himself did not know who the person in the painting was.

“Who do you paint special on your canvas, Iqlima?”

Deg.

“He's a man right?” Todong Yahya's.

“I.. That..” Iqlima.

***

Seoul, South Korea.

JK Plastic Surgery Center's.

Hilman sat down in front of a surgeon. He is consulting on a surgical plan to be carried out against him. The doctor gave various theories and notes so that Hilman re-thought his decision carefully.

“My decision is final, Doctor Lee!” Sahut Hilman in fluent English. Although only a graduate of STM, Hilman is proficient in English. By Wali Nanggroe, he was selected to be sent to Sweden when the GAM (Gerakan Aceh Merdeka) and RI (Republic of Indonesia) groups heated up.

“Alright, here are some face shape references! I've seen and studied the skeletal shape of your face, almost perfect. Maybe you just need to change the shape of the nose a little to make it look taper and chin shape to get more dashing!” Doctor Lee gives advice. He presented several forms of faces through his monitor. Hilman.

“Dok, I'm not here to do light surgery by perfecting some parts of my face look to look handsome, not at all”

"Then? "

“I came here to change my whole face. This face magic becomes like this..” Appoint Hilman on the painting he holds. Doctor Lee was aghast.

“Change my face exactly like this, like the person in this painting!” Hilman said full of emphasis on the plastic surgeon.

“Whaatt? Are you sure? O Man, your face look is much better than the face in this painting!”

"Operations changing the entire shape of the face is very risky, young man! " Next Doctor Lee again.

"What percent is the success rate, Doc? "

"Almost 65 percent! I will give you time to go home and think more maturely! " Hilman seemed to think, he hesitated a little.

"I'll give you the paperwork for this surgical procedure to study. You can cancel if you doubt this surgical operation! "

"No, don't make me wobble. I'm 1000 percent sure!” Sahut Hilman.

“Good. But there's something you should know, once you have surgery, you'll never get your real face again. Your real face will never come back. You will live with a plastic face for life and of course you need the cost and time to take care of it to stay always durable!” Hilman had trouble swallowing his saliva. He touched his handsome face. Fused thick eyebrows, eyes as sharp as eagle eyes, nose sharp typical of India, a slightly split taper chin. The face that makes anyone who sees will be stunned. Except Iqlima. Siamese.

"In the name of God. Do the best! I believe in you, I trust you, Mr. Lee's! " r. Lee nodded his head at the determination of the person before him. He became impressed. The person in the painting must be so valuable to Hilman that he is willing to take risks so far.

If not for you, for who else? If not for you, who else? Lookatme! Live with me! I will make you the only Queen in my heart~

Hilman took his gawai, he,

Teach a lesson to a man named Ilyas. Her photo. Don't kill him, just teach him a lesson! Type Hilman send a message to his assistant.

Anyone who dares to approach my Queen, will then face me!!

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