Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 60: Expensive Value

Hajjah Aisyah and Hajjah Wirda sat opposite each other at a cafe not far from Bhayangkara Hospital. They held a meeting after the meeting and drew the same conclusion that Iqlima was a great threat to their sons.

“That girl is like a fire in a husk, quietly burning then afterwards causing great damage!” Tukas Hajjah Wirda opened the conversation. Hajjah Aisyah nodded in agreement.

“He drugged Yahya and Ilyas with a deadly sting! He really is a cunning jal*ng who doesn't know himself! Once the press conference and news of their marriage spread, she would definitely grow bigger in head! Arrrgh I can go crazy thinking about this all!” Hajjah Aisyah held her head in pain.

“Call me, it's not over yet. You still have Layla! She is a kind girl who has a sincere and pure love for Yahya. Although Layla comes from a well-known family with billions of dollars of wealth assets, but does not make it a joke. He still wants to accept Yahya even though he has married Iqlima. You're so lucky! Your mental health must be strong against crafty and slippery humans like Iqlima!” Hajjah Wirda clasped Hajjah Aisyah's hand to calm down.

“Kakak's right. Thank you, Wirda, for being an encouragement to me! Layla will be the medicine for the Zakaria family. I will remove the poison and put the antidote into Yahya's body! I will be a doctor for my own son!” Hajjah Wirda nodded.

Huh. Fortunately, Aisyah is a regular contributor and the biggest donor to my husband's foundation, which was already on the verge of bankruptcy. Otherwise, I may forgive the deed of Yahya to Ilyas. Brengs!!

Hmh, but calm down! After Ilyas officially became Rumi's husband, I no longer needed him! Rumi will be a gold mine for my family! The success of the Uthman family will return and will certainly defeat the authority of the Zakariah family and other families. Sure was! Hajjah Wirda smiled.

Drrrttt Drrttt

Hajjah Wirda flinched. A call that meets the phone screen disperse his daydream.

“Ru... Rumi in the hospital?!"

“A... Wha what?? Attempted suicide?!” Hajjah Wirda was surprised not to hear the news delivered by the assistant.

“Good! I'm going to the hospital right now!” Hajjah Wirda closes the call.

Yes Rabb... Don't let Rumi die! He's my gold mine!

“Kak, lest Rumi get frustrated knowing Ilyas would rather Iqlima than think about their engagement!” Hajjah Aisyah said worriedly.

“For sure! That bastard-bearer girl is ruining the whole fabric of life! I have to make Rumi realize that he is very valuable!” Hajjah Aisyah nodded. Their conversation is over. Hajjah Wirda stepped towards the parking lot.

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Braaakkk

Iqlima fell from the bed with a blanket wrapped around his body.

Awwwwws. My waist. Iqlima complained without a sound.

“You why?” Ask Yahya astonished. The young man who had just entered the room smiled amusedly at the behavior of Iqlima. Undeniably, his heart rippled to see the wife had released her veil.

“Bang Yahya how can ma.... enter? The door is locked!” Lirih Iqlima is still wrapped in a blanket. It is like a caterpillar that has not metamorphosed into a butterfly.

“I have this room password! Why you anyway? Why wrap yourself up and sleep down like that? You want cosplay to be cocooned or you want to play circus, huh?!” Tanya Yahya slowly walked over. Iqlima shook his head strongly.

“Then why? Are you sick?”

“Do not... Do not approach! Stopit! Bang Yahya better not come near! Stay there!” Pinta Iqlima's. Panic suddenly came upon him.

“Stupid basis! If I don't help, how do you escape?!” Yahya is getting closer.

Oh Rabbi. If I get caught, I'll embarrass myself! Doctor Jelitaaaa.. Pekik livers Iqlima.

“A.. I can release it myself!”

“Really? Just try! I want to see your greatness!” Challenge Yahya to lay his hands. He chose to sit on the mattress while waiting for the movement of Iqlima.

“Why silence?! Too long and a waste of time! We're gonna eat! You can't let go!” Impatiently, Yahya went forward lifting Iqlima and immediately released the winding. The young man put Iqlima on the bed.

“Basic hard kepa...” Not yet Yahya finished his sentence, immediately he was glued to see the look of Iqlima.

"Ka... You're..." Yahya's throat suddenly choked. Iqlima's dandanan that showed his curves clearly made Yahya difficult to swallow his saliva. He mendamba.

Instantly the atmosphere of sacred events some time ago was like being present again. Yahya wants to feel the beauty he has ever felt even though somehow, awkwardness still remains firmly entrenched in each of them.

Iqlima's face already resembled a boiled crab. The woman tried to reach the blanket lying on the floor but she lost quickly. Yahya reached him first. Iqlima. He hugged both knees in shame. Iqlima's long hair that had been draped fell over covering his face.

“Hmm” Yahya cleared his throat.

“Hey, look at me!” Tell Yahya without blinking. His eyes could not help but pay attention to the look of Iqlima which made his breath blow heavily. Without rebutting, Iqlima slowly raised his face. He looked in any direction.

“You....." Yahya brought the face closer by squinting the eyes.

“Only! Where possible!” Iqlima Protest. This time they met for a while. Clumsy, Yahya rubbed his nape.

“Then if you do not intend to leave the room, why do you dress up like this?!” Ask Yahya again. Iqlima silent thousand languages.

“Why silence? Who for? Come javaab!” Urge Yahya to approach. The distance they live. Iqlima bit his lower lip.

Iqlima... What are you doing? This way I don't know if I can really hold back! The moves Iqlima made Yahya crazy. It's getting less and less of their distance. Now Iqlima could feel Yahya's roaring breath on his cheek. Almost the young man put his hand on Iqlima's shoulder. But suddenly, though,

I can't be selfish! I can't put forward my lust like this! I don't appreciate her as a woman. I'm just gonna hurt him and hurt him. Yahya as awakened. The young man backed off.

Yahya carried the blanket still in his hand and then re-wrapped Iqlima's body. Her chest rumbled violently. His breathing is irregular. Yahya. With a matted face he stepped away leaving Iqlima alone. Iqlima's tears didn't fall.

A... I'm not at all attractive... Iqlima wiped his tears and forced himself to smile. Their departure to Korea was delayed by more than a month. So it had been more than 5 weeks since the day of their union, Yahya had never touched it again.

What is that pretty girl that Yahya wants more of? They look very familiar. Iqlima dilemma. He squeezed out the blanket that wrapped his body. Yahya's departure made his heart melt. His pride is hurt.

In a different place, Yahya walked towards the nearest Boxing Sasana. He did not care about the casual clothes he was wearing. His head hurts. His eyes were twitching. For the past few weeks he has been doing extreme sports. Yahya really punishes him.

Buuuggggg

Buuuggggg

Buugggggg

Yahya hit the punching bag as hard as a possessed man. Yahya was disappointed in himself. Disappointed at his burning lust. Disappointed because they cannot identify their own feelings. The shadow of past disappointment still haunts him.

"Sorry Gus, wear gloves. Gus Yahya's knuckles were already flushed and nearly smashed" Rusdi advised cautiously.

Buugggggg

Buugggggg

Buugggggg

Yahya does not speak of Rusdi. He kept raising his fist. Fresh blood began to pour out.

But at the end of it I must touch it for a reason of obligation or because of my wild lust.

And I really hate myself like this. But I was also tormented.

***

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

The sound of knocking on the door blew away Hajjah Aisyah's daydream. An assistant came in and walked over.

"According to the decree that Umm Hajjah put forward, within the last month I have settled in Aceh and have investigated the origin of Miss Iqlima! " The assistant submitted a document containing a record of the results of his investigation.

"Is this accurate?" Hajjah Aisyah throws the sheets in her hand.

"God willing, I am accurate, because I investigated directly into the land of his birth and residence with various reliable sources!" Hajjah Aisyah nodded.

"I also brought someone who will corroborate the evidence and provide important information! "

"Who is he? Quickly bring it in! "The word Hajjah Aisyah seemed interested. Assistant nodded. From behind the door a veiled woman came into the study.

"Who are you? " Task Hajjah Aisyah without a stale base.

"I'm a friend of Iqlima, Buk! " The woman replied with a thick Acehnese accent.

"So you're his friend?" The woman nodded.

"Then, what information can you give me?"

"Everything you want to know! I will also provide you with information that is very expensive!"

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