Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 56: Not a Jealous?

Yahya escorted Dr. Jelita to the parking lot. The young doctor must immediately go home because he already has a schedule to see an academic advisor to discuss the initial research that he must submit immediately. But Jelita doctor promised to return to visit Iqlima when the time is more loose.

“Iqlima misses you so much, but you chose to go home so soon!” Yahya.

“Really? Isn't my return happiness to you? Let's thank you!” Dr. Jelita raised her eyebrows up and down.

“Huh Basic! You better hurry up and give me brother-in-law because only he can sterilize your head!”

“Hey, That's your job!”

“Tasku? Hmh, Okay. I'll give Raafi to you!”

“Rapass? Who is he?!”

“Friends Iqlima”

“No, I don't like snot kids!” Sambar doctor Jelita.

“Then with Ilyas only! Yeah, he suits you! ”

“What? Ilyas?! The Super Big No!! I will suffer because every night only Iqlima is in his shadow” The look on Yahya's face changes instantly. Doctor Jelita covered her mouth with a palm. He condemned his indiscretions in speech.

Duh!

Ciiiiiite.

The sound of tires squeaking. Someone got out of the car right next to the car that was going to deliver Doctor Jelita.

Abba...

Haji Zakaria is approaching. He patted Yahya's shoulder at a glance and passed into the house without the slightest intention of looking at Jelita's doctor.

“Abahmu?” Yahya nodded.

“Your face is really your abah copyan huh! Hmh, he's in such a hurry. Though I have not given you a salute!’’ Doctor Jelita continued to watch the back of Hajj Zakaria until it disappeared behind the wall.

“Better not to. Abah strongly avoids interaction with women except his own family! Even his secretary in the office was just a man”

“Hah? Really?” Yahya nodded again.

“Then find me a man who is like your brother!” Doctor Jelita sparkling.

“Spec like abah is already very rare on the face of this earth! You choose Ilyas course” Sahut Yahya origin.

“Kan I told you.. If the shadow of Iqlima will not be separated from the mind of Ilyas! "

“Ch, if this is how it is better you go home soon! Come home before the temperature in my head increases! Sir, please take this doctor to Mars or Neptune!” Yahya's word to his personal driver.

“Huh! Can-can-can..” Gerutu doctor Jelita. He was about to get in the car, but,

“Oh yes.. Just one more moment. Do not forget you apply the ointment with a circular motion on the body part Iqlima sick. Although actually not mandatory and just a sudden idea from me, but it will all help you to…. ” Has not had time for Doctor Jelita to finish his sentence with pride, he has seen Yahya's tangled face.

“Oh, Okay.. Okay.. I'm going home now! I'm really going home now!” Said Doctor Jelita then entered the car after previously raising both hands.

Huft, I almost got swallowed up raw. You candy Sugus! Doctor Jelita rubbed her chest in relief. The car quickly left Yahya alone.

He was two years above me, but he behaved like a teenager minus fifteen. I wonder if he really is a psychiatrist? What kind of man is suitable for him? Yahya muttered, shaking his head while massaging his temple.

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“Mas Yahya... Wait!” Call Layla in rags. He ran after Yahya who entered the house to sweat. The young man looked.

“Is it true that Yahya wants to go to South Korea?” Yahya nodded flatly.

“Yaaaah, how long?” Layla showed a sad face.

“Not yet” Yahya is about to turn towards his room.

“Eee wait... wait... Mas Yahya wait dong..” Suddenly Layla's tail caught the whereabouts of Iqlima being pushed using a wheelchair. Instantly a brilliant idea mundul in his mind.

“Mas, why not take me to Korea anyway? Though I am his future wife Mas Yahya.” Sayla said in a spoiled tone. Iqlima's eyes popped out instantly. He whose position was not far behind Yahya could clearly hear what Layla was saying.

Ca... Prospective wife bang Yahya? This young girl? Iqlima's eyes instantly condensed.

“Listen! You'd better.”.

“Ga nothing if now mas ga take me to Korea, which is important later abis marah take me to the Maldives ya! It's a very romantic place.. Hihi!” Yahya replied, Layla had already cut off his words.

“Then excuse me, I'm going to the boarding school. I want to learn to be a good wife without a lot of drama! Hye! Byee mas Yahya! So do not forget that Layla” passed leaving Yahya who gawked in wonder. Not to forget, before leaving he took the time to look fixed into the netra Iqlima.

Really delicious?! Haha Let the hypocritical actor know the taste! It could have taken Yahya's mas but still dare to look at me with a innocent face without sin. What the f*ck! That's fucking right! Layla came out with her middle finger. Seeing Iqlima, his emotions rose.

Uh... Astaghfirulloh.. I forgot. ukhti-ukhti it should be graceful. My mission almost failed. Layla immediately changed the way she walked to be more organized. He stepped up with a friendly smile. It really attracts the sympathy of anyone who sees it.

Yahya turned around, surprised to find Iqlima already in front of him.

"Sorry Gus, I want to bring Miss Iqlima into the room! " Say the assistant pushing the wheelchair. Yahya nodded. The assistant brought Iqlima to Yahya's room.

"Sorry miss, I helped you get into bed! "

"Let me lift it! Just come out! " Tell Yahya.

"Thank you Mother Goddess" said Iqlima sincerely.

"Sama-sama lady! " The goddess came out of the room after she had previously floated a smile. Yahya swiftly lifted Iqlima onto the mattress. But then he realized something.

"Why are you crying?" Iqlima. He avoids eye contact by looking in any direction.

"Then why are your eyes so big?! " Yahya Todong.

"Hm... I... That's... Hmh... The air conditioner was too cold so the wind caused my eyes to water! " Iqlima is justified. But instead of stopping, the tears continued to flow.

"Couldn't you?" Yahya drew his face closer to see more clearly. Iqlima.

"Basar crybaby! You must be crying because you haven't had a shower, right?! " I blame Yahya. Iqlima. His mood was completely chaotic. The tears will not stop flowing. The closeness of Yahya and the beautiful girl in front of his eyes made his heart so chaotic.

What mistake have I made with him? Why is he crying? Yahya who does not know what to do rubbed his nape. He chose to lie next to Iqlima and take his salary.

How to relieve a woman's cry. Type Yahya in the search field and delete it.

How to restore the mood of women. Reasons why women cry. Yahya scrolls his phone screen up and down but the more he scrolls, the more confused Yahya becomes.

Was that pretty girl Yahya's boyfriend bang? Does bang Yahya love her? Are they really getting married? Iqlima repeatedly wiped his tears. But the rumbling in his heart did not also subside. He glanced at Yahya who was sleeping on his back. The tears of Iqlima flowed back.

"Huh. Why are you still crying?! " Yahya turned her body. Iqlima. The tip of his nose turned red. Yahya tried to bring Iqlima into the arms. But the woman refused it.

"What's really going on? Is there any part of your body that still hurts?" Yahya tried to touch Iqlima's feet. But the girl moved her body parts before Yahya could touch her.

"Hey, why shut up?! What's wrong with you?!" Hardik Yahya frustrated.

Women are really strange creatures!

"A.. I'm.."

"Yes, what's wrong with you?"

"Did before marrying me bang Yahya already have a lover?" Ask Iqlima carefully. He twisted his veil. Iqlima really could not help his jealousy. Yahya. Finally he understood what the matter was.

"I'm a cottage boy! From childhood it was put into the cottage by Abah to learn from one Kiayi to another Kiayi! So don't think what you don't have to think! "

"But sister Dara? Just keep the pretty girl..." Iqlima. Yahya's answer did not satisfy him.

"Are you jealous? " Yahya Todong.

"I'm not jealous! " Sahut Iqlima raised his head. Now Yahya can see body gestures and answers that are out of sync.

"You're jealous! Otherwise you might cry, then refuse my embrace! "

"I told you I'm not jealous... A.. I'm just... " Iqlima was confused as to what to answer. He was clearly caught off guard.

"What only? If you're not jealous, you shouldn't refuse my embrace! I was wondering if you were jealous or not! Ayoo! " Yahya stretched out her hand again. Iqlima.

"Why silence? So you're really jealous, right?! I was expecting it!" Yahya Argument. Iqlima quickly rushed into his embrace. She really did not want to be labeled as a jealous girl.

If you are jealous, admit it! Why should prestige anyway? Is the world of women like this? Yahya secretly smiled at her. He hugged Iqlima tightly.

"Aww My Waist" complained Iqlima.

"Still sick? Let me see here! "

"Ti's... No. gabe... With a little lying down everything will be fine! "

"alright. Then you just sleep. You'll have to get well if you don't want me to stay in Korea!"

"A... Whahuh? Ko's... The korean? "

"Yes, you will accompany me to Korea! You're the only one I brought there!"

Bang Yahya took me to Korea? Am I just one? Iqlima. His sadness instantly disappeared.

"Don't be happy! You haven't had a shower and still stink of gasoline! If you don't shower, then I.... "

"I'm planning to take a shower! I'm taking a shower now! Bang Yahya take it easy!" Iqlima said excitedly. He immediately rose.

Ssssss. Iqlima back hissing. It turned out that he could not hide the pain on his waist.

"Huh, troublesome! This is how I'm forced to intervene to bathe you! " Iqlima shook his head strongly.

"I can shower myself!" Sahut Iqlima but Yahya did not criticize him. With one move, Yahya immediately lifted Iqlima to the bathroom and sat him in a clean bath that was still empty. With a trembling heart, Yahya slowly removed the buttons of the blouse Iqlima one by one.

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This chapter is also quite long yaa Man-Friend ❤❤❤

See you in South Korea Guysss!

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