Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)
Chapter 6: Yahya's Point of View
Early morning. Hilman walked over. He hugged a young woman into his yard. Last night he secretly enjoyed two pieces of marijuana. His head is heavy with red eyes.
"Oh Rabbi Hilmaaan... Peu ka peugeot buet?!(What are you doing son?!), an act like this is a great sin!! " Shouted Hilman's mother wrathfully.
"Iqlima Lon dear (Iqlima my dear) ... " Hilman said involuntarily kissing the cheek of the woman he embraced.
"Astaghfirullah. if caught by the police shari'ah you can be arrested!" Hilman's mother was at a loss for words.
"Hey... You're a jal*ng woman! Go then! Repent! " Mom kicked out the woman Hilman embraced.
"Don't go...." Hilman with hand gestures. His voice sounded raucous. Mom glares her eyes. The woman immediately sped up without refuting. Mother took cold water from the earthen jar.
Byuuurrrrrr
The cold water splashed on Hilman's body. Half-conscious, the young man rubbed his face.
"Cut Munirah's...! What was? What's Hilman done?" Ampon Din emerges from the living room with a sarong and singlet. He woke up hearing a loud noise.
"Mom.. Look at the behavior of this child of Abu! Hilman brought the woman back home! "
Plaaaakkk.
Ampon Din slapped the only child with a hard punch.
"Shameful!!"
Plaaaakkk.
"We are the people of honor! You should be able to keep up your behavior!! If caught by society, you are not only punished with whipping but also...." Ampon Din again slaps Hilman. But the man was acting indifferent. Hilman walked away.
"Man's... Hilmanis... Where are you going! Hilmaan... Abu and Nyanyak have not finished speaking!! " Call Ampon Din. The young man did not hear. Even out of the house.
"Bang Din's... How'this? Hilman has crossed the line! " Cut Munirah asked worriedly.
"This is all the fault of Yakob who did not manage to educate Iqlima well. That kid's already making our kid turn wild! We have to think of a way to get them out of this village! "
"Yes Rabb... Not so bang! It's not whose fault. We are the wrong ones! We failed to educate our children! " Sahut Cut Munirah's.
"Huh! " Ampon Din pushed Cut Munirah until she fell on the couch.
"You know what Munirah is?! You better shut up and take care of your looks as best you can so I don't look for young girls! " Ampon Din's speech passed. Leaving the crying Cut Munirah with a heart full of wounds.
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Two pick up model cars go hand in hand to Lampu'uk beach in Lhoknga District, Aceh Besar. The volunteers assisted by some local residents who had passed the selection brought participants from the house of the Qur'an to perform rihlah after a long struggle with various religious books and general lessons.
Male and female cars are separated. The distance from Indrapuri District to Lampu'uk Beach takes approximately one hour drive.
The blazing rays that pierced the skin caused those sitting in the cabin to install tarps to avoid sunburn.
From the top of the cabin, Ilyas could see the end of Iqlima's veil being waved away by the wind. Their cars go hand in hand. One of them is sometimes in the front position or vice versa. Sometimes their eyes meet. Ilyas gave her a smile. Iqlima tried to welcome the sincere smile. But for some reason the tail of his eyes always ends with the man next to Ilyas, Yahya. The bespectacled youth whose hairline was waving in the air was busy with his Science book without a care around. As a lover of science, the activities that Yahya does today are quite attention-grabbing.
"Cieee who continues to look at Ustadz Ilyaas. would like to be proposed. hihi" Goda Maryam, a friend of Iqlima who is today involved in consumption sessions. Involved in providing food for participants rihlah make Maryam can increase her daily income. As a wife of a man who does not have a sense of responsibility and likes to gamble togel, activities like this are a windfall.
"Mar, does a marriage need love? "
"Yes need... Otherwise, like my husband, bang Helmi! "
Again Iqlima was stunned. If she were to marry Ilyas, would she also punish her husband?
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Everyone gathered at the beach. Ilyas explained the rules of the game that the committee had set for the participants. Yahya looked around. He enjoys the panoramic view of the beach with blue sea and white sand. The young man moved away from the crowd. He chose a quieter place to be more able to temper nature.
Near a slightly steep cliff, Yahya found a hanging swing with a net-net pattern. He's shedding a body there. Feeling the touch of the beach breeze in a breeze, he spoiled the eyes to see the waving nyiur and dense trees that enveloped the mountain. Green tapestry with all its beauty, Yahya was amazed until unconscious, he fell asleep.
"Astaghfirullah release the bang!! Release him!! " Iqlima thrashed as Hilman's burly hand dragged him to a deserted place. He had just finished his day in a public toilet. Because it is not a holiday, beach visitors Lampu'uk at noon is not too crowded. There are only Rihlah participants and the committee who are busy with various activities and few people who fish. Their position is not close either.
"Bang, Release... What do you want?! " Hardik Iqlima's. He's almost desperate. Hilman took the black duct tape out of his pants pocket. Iqlima's mouth was smothered without being able to make a sound. The Bangladeshi-looking man dragged him near a cliff and leaned him there.
"You ask me what I want, right? I want you, holy-suckling woman! " Say Hilman with red-veined eyes. That rogue-looking face pinned a cruel smile on it. Iqlima gulps spit that feels difficult to pass through the esophagus. The tail of his eyes glanced right and left. Slender. He's in danger.
"Mppppppp Mmmmmppp" Iqlima shouted in a fistful.
"Stop fighting! Otherwise I'll rip your clothes off! No one will help!" Threatened Hilman holding the neck of Iqlima wrapped in a veil. The girl stared for a moment.
"Good sweet boy... You play the role very well.. Haha... " Hilman laughing. Sweat drops from Iqlima's forehead.
"Because I don't want to marry my brother... How about being a playmate?! We're gonna have some fun. The brother promises to meet all the needs of the adek..." Hilman asked raising his eyebrows. Her voice softened. He said very softly. Iqlima quickly shook his head. Hilman rubbed the grains of sweat that flowed from the temple of the girl in front of him and the sweat he licked with full feeling without any disgust.
Yahya who was sleeping fast not far from them, suddenly woke up because he heard the sound of bushes of leaves.
The sound of snakes. The inner Yahya shuddered. He got away. This young man wants to return to the place of people who are doing rihlah activities.
Sreg Sreg Sreg
Just walking a few steps, the sound of dry leaves like there were feet stepping back was heard. The voice sounded clearer. Curious, Yahya took a step. He turned around. Slowly go to the source of the sound.
Tap Tap Tap
Yahya slowly swung his footsteps. One by one. In order that either it was a savage beast or something unwanted was unaware of its presence.
On the other hand, Iqlima closed his eyes. He was so afraid that Hilman would do such a heinous deed. The feather I was sitting on was already shuddering in horror. He could no longer cry. Throat's choked. Iqlima can only wait resigned while forcing his heart and mind that can not think clearly to say a sentence of monotheism and recite many prayers. He is in a resigned condition.
Hilman brought his face closer to Iqlima's ear. Whisper something there. Iqlima's eyes are perfectly rounded. The movement that the man did along with the net eye of Yahya who caught both. The young man who broke into the pesantren cabin was surprised not a bitch. From his point of view, Yahya is like seeing two humans who are kissing lips. Yahya could see the two clear eyes of a girl that were wide open.
Astagfirullah... Isn't it.. is Iqlima? Ilyas' future wife? They do indecent deeds in a deserted place? Yes Rabb...Yahya murmured difficulty swallowing his saliva. Not believing what he saw. This handsome man of Yemeni blood staggered. It's moving backwards.
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