Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 61: The Foreigner?

Iqlima got up from the bed by tightly holding onto the blanket that was still covering his body. With a heart that is not careless, he took the robe and veil that he had put in the bathroom. Iqlima opened the suitcase with a sad face. All the clothes given by doctor Jelita he folds more neatly and then slowly put into an invisible place.

“Thank you for your gift doc, but maybe all this I will never wear!” Iqlima smiled wryly. He quickly changed his clothes. Iqlima walked to the window with a digital prayer beads. He hopes that by looking at the outside world even though limited by glass will be able to relieve his anxiety.

Chequelek

Yahya entered the hotel room with a sweaty body and hands filled with bruises. His forehead shriveled to find Iqlima was wearing a robe complete with a veil and socks.

“Where are you going?” Ask Yahya astonished. Iqlima.

“Then why in the room dressed like that?”

“Just want to be like this only” Sahut Iqlima reluctant without turning his head. He glanced at the window of the room, looking at the people and vehicles passing by. But the look was actually just a blank stare. It was ten minutes ago that he wandered there.

As if he did not understand Iqlima's words, the young man passed into the bathroom. The tail of Iqlima's eyes followed Yahya's steps. Suddenly the tears returned. His feelings are completely fucked up. He looked at Yahya's back, which passed behind the wall with a sad heart.

Is he angry? But what makes him angry? Ask Yahya to himself. The water from the shower washed over his body.

Why are women so hard to understand? Yahya muttered thinking. He accelerated his ritual because the stomach was already wrapped around and could no longer be invited to compromise.

“You want me to order food then we eat in this room or we eat out?” Yahya asked when he came out of the bathroom with a white towel. He nonchalantly picked up the clothes in the suitcase and immediately put them on without feeling awkward. Iqlima who was not used to seeing the look of Yahya immediately turned his face. With a slide, he went to bed.

“Why not answer?” Ask Yahya again. Iqlima remained silent. He chose to cover his entire body. Before long, the sound of sobbing crying was heard.

“Hey, why even cry anyway?” Ask Yahya to be confused. He scratched the origin of his wet hair and tried to pull the blanket Iqlima but the girl held it.

"I'm not crying! " Serkah Iqlima.

“Huh! Did something happen to you? Did you slip in the bathroom or what?!” Yahya asked with a raised voice.

“Ma.. Excuse me.. A.. I'm fine” A raucous voice as a result of crying is heard. Immediately Iqlima realized that he had overreacted.

“If you're okay why cry? Are you mad at me?” Iqlima.

“You covered your whole body from your legs to your face and then didn't hesitate to talk to me. Especially if you're not angry?”

“Take-lah!” Yahya thrust out a piece of tissue. Impatiently, with a snort the young man brought the body of Iqlima facing him. He rubbed the remaining water in the corner of the wife's eyes carefully.

“Are you angry that I just left you?” Iqlima.

Hhh. Yahya threw his breath into the air.

“Alright! I'll finish it. Although this will be a sensitive topic, but I have to ask!” Iqlima put the ears on carefully.

“What was that... Hmh.... Was that you dressed up for me? Using clothes like that, hmh I mean.. What are you.” Yahya paused his sentence.

Deg.

“Do you lighten it?” Yahya rubbed his nape.

“Ha? Want what?!” Iqlima looked up.

“Wants for me to touch. After that day, do you want it back? It's okay if you say that you want his” a question that is very forced to ask but Yahya must be raised to be sure. However, she could not give up her responsibilities as a husband.

“Which way possible! What kind of question is that?! Bang Yahya don't think no-no! I don't want it! Really no!!” Iqlima protest in high tone. His cheeks are red. Yahya's question made Iqlima unable to condition the romance of his face.

“So the answer is no yes? I want it!” Sahut Yahya.

“If you want it why bang Yahya go without doing it?” Spray Iqlima fast.

Deg.

Realizing his words, Iqlima covered his mouth with both hands. Yahya smiled at her smile.

"Close! " Iqlima. His heart beats ungodly.

If there's a problem to be solved, Gus! Don't let. Running away from problems is not the solution! Yahya recalls the words of Rusdi who saw him hit the boxing bag with an increasingly craze. His finger was almost broken.

I have a problem with myself. Sahut Yahya stopped his blow.

If Gus doesn't mind, I'm ready to listen to Gus's problems. Yahya seemed interested to hear the sentence Rusdi said.

You're married, aren't you? Yahya was convincing.

It's been. But my wife died a year ago. Sahut Rusdi's.

Pardon.,

It's okay Gus, at least I already have experience. Continue to Rusdi again. Yahya began to tell about the problems he was facing. But only general problems. Not more. Turns out Rusdi was very fun to be a chatting friend.

"Your heart skipped a beat" he whispered again. The gust that hit Iqlima's face made him crumble.

"A... I'm going to the bathroom... " Iqlima was about to rise but Yahya's hand restrained his movement.

"If I wanted you, would you be ridha? "

"Ke... Why did bang Yahya ask like that? " Iqlima's forehead shriveling. Isn't Yahya her husband?

"Why did you let it go? Is it because I'm your husband or is there some other reason, hm?" Ask Yahya sissily. His mischievous hands began to guerrilla to where they should not be. Iqlima could not help the wild voice that suddenly came out due to the gentle touch Yahya gave.

"Dude..." Iqlima held back Yahya's hand which began to search further.

"Why, hm?" Yahya's raining gaze made Iqlima release his handrails. Getting the green light, Yahya continued to launch the action. The desire that was buried for some time, anger, disappointment in himself, and obedience to a united obligation filled the space in Yahya's heart. At least his feelings of guilt on Iqlima had been slightly reduced when he heard Rusdi's advice.

"Awww, why bite my lip? You really are a dracula drop!" Yahya grimaced with the pain of a deep bite wound.

"Ma... Excuse me... A... I was not intentionally. Bang Yahya makes me ticklish!" Sahut Iqlima by showing a row of neat teeth that have just been absent. As if not caring for his lips that turned swollen, Yahya returned to running the action. The sound of the phone that began to ring loudly did not dampen his spirit to do more. Next to Yahya's hand to turn off the phone that long felt disturbing.

"Why is it blocked?! How can I see it then?! " Tanya Yahya with a deflated flower chest. He was trying to scoop up oxygen on the sidelines.

"Ru... The room was too bright" Sahut Iqlima was nervous.

Hhhh. Yahya sighed along with their humble sighs of welcome. He was back trying to focus. Iqlima began to fall asleep, slowly but surely the woman began to follow the flow of the game directed by the director. Unknowingly Iqlima let Yahya do what he wanted to do. For the second time, Yahya managed to complete all the wishes he had craved for the past few weeks. The desire that makes him almost every day to do extreme sports. That desire made him feel guilty and consult. Even today he forgets the rebellious worms in his stomach.

Is this a picture of the heaven of the world echoed by poets and poets? I feel very reluctant to end it. Yahya muttered with a smile to see Iqlima who was lying with his eyes closed.

"Dik Ima, are you asleep? " Bisik Yahya's. His evil hands are back in action.

But suddenly, though,

Brakkkkk

Yahya fell on Iqlima on the floor.

Aww . Yes Rabbi... My waist... Iqlima complained of feeling extreme pain.

"Why are you pushing me?!" Hardik Yahya's. He quickly pulled the blanket and got up.

"Bang Yahya surprised me" Iqlima grinned, still grimacing.

"Basic sloppy!! I know this is a narrow single bed!! Maybe you fell asleep when I didn't know where to lie. You're in control of the whole bed!" Tukas Yahya.

"Tomorrow do not insist on settling in a single bed room! now you know the consequences, right?! " Tukas Yahya again.

"Awwww... It hurts!" Iqlima again complained when he wanted to stand up.

"Is it really that sick?" TanyaYahya. Iqlima.

Is bang Yahya not aware that his body weight is filled with muscle and meat?! Huh! Gerrutu Iqlima.

"We're going to the hospital now!"

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RS. Samsung Kangbuk, Seoul

Hilman walked casually into the hospital hallways. Counting eight weeks he had a complete rest for healing after doing plastic surgery at JK Plastic Surgery Center. Hilman was very satisfied and quite confident with the new face he used. Doctor Lee makes his face look more perfect than the owner of the original face in the canvas painting.

Tap Tap Tap

Hilman goes deeper. There is a drug that he must consume as an extra treatment on the skin of his face, and the drug can only be redeemed at Samsung Kangbuk Hospital.

Now I'm no longer Teuku Hilman, now my name is. Osman. Yes, Osman Selim. I'm not the old Hilman anymore. Whoever sees me, they'll be impressed.

Welcome to the new world, Iqlima~my lover. Give both your hands to accept me as... Osman~lover.

Praankkkkk

Suddenly, a mobile phone dropped on the floor from the hand of a woman in a wheelchair. The woman was waiting for her husband to be in the toilet. He's riveted. Not caring about the phone screen that has been smashed into pieces on the floor, he instead focused on seeing the man in front of him. A man who is no stranger.

"Bang Ra's... Rais...? " Swept her with teary eyes.

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