Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 62: Mad Woman!

Yahya helps Iqlima get dressed. The young man lifted the wife ala bridal to the parking lot to get into the car.

“What does it feel like to be so sick?” Tanya Yahya was concerned. Iqlima shook his head and forced himself to smile.

“Ma’af, I aggravated the pain in your hip! I don't know if what I did surprised you until we fell” Lirih Yahya felt guilty.

Ha's? Bang Yahya asked ma’af? How come? Iqlima hardly believed in his hearing.

“A.. I'm fine, brother don't worry. His pain has also reduced” Yahya nodded. For a moment Iqlima looked at Yahya who was focused on driving and then he chose to look straight at the street.

The more I deny, the more my heart betrays my mind. Did I really fall in love with her? If the answer is yes, then I will not mind if my heart has to pound every time it is close to him. I don't mind if he who is always present ruffles my night's sleep through dreams. Yahya murmured while looking at Iqlima whose mouth was muttering reciting do’a. The car they were riding on continued to split the streets of Seoul into the hospital.

“You wait here, I go to the toilet for a while. Not long. It was Rusdi who was taking care of the administration. If there's anything, just call him!” Yahya pointed towards the assistant not far from where they were standing. Iqlima. Before it passed, Yahya took the time to stroke Iqlima's cheek. Highlight his shady eyes felt soothing. Again Iqlima must be stunned.

Before going into the men's room, Yahya pulled over. He reached into his pocket to observe a butterfly pendant necklace initialed YN with the meaning Y for Yahya and N for Noor taken from the middle name Iqlima. Smile expands. The necklace is planned to be given at dinner later.

Accompanied by Rusdi and sweating, Yahya took the time to buy the necklace after the boxing gym. Now he smiled amusedly at the thought of his ridiculous actions. Yahya promised to give Rusdi a great bonus for opening his heart and mind.

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Sitting in a wheelchair, Iqlima waited for Yahya while looking around. Young women with good fashion sense are also s*xy passing by in front of him. There was a desire in Iqlima's heart to be able to follow their attractive appearance when with Yahya.

His pale face turned blustery. But, dear, the desire was immediately gone. The wish he had to bury deeply considering Yahya disliked it. Iqlima sighed. His eyes continued to glow observing the situation while occasionally glancing at the mobile phone that was in his grasp.

Praaaankkk

Suddenly the phone fell. The glass screen shattered on the floor. Iqlima was surprised not to be upset. A familiar figure was walking closer towards him.

"Bao... Ra's... The rais? " Lirih Iqlima shakes. Eyes glazed. He was trying to get up.

Tap Tap Tap

Rais's figure kept approaching. The young man looked straight ahead. His figure has not changed. Even Iqlima can see a speck of mole that is located just above his right eyebrow.

Bang Rais is alive? Iqlima muttered again still trying to stand up.

If Bang Rais is still alive, why not meet me? I haven't even said Thank you yet. Iqlima's tears began to trickle down.

"Bao... "

Bruuukkkk

Iqlima fell on the floor. The figure of Rais continues to walk even now the young man just passed through it without looking.

"Bang Rais's... Bang...! " Call Iqlima in a loud voice.

"Baaa... Bang Rais's...! " Call me Iqlima again. The woman did not care about the gazes of those who centered on her without even the slightest intention of helping.

"Bang Rais, I'm here!! " Iqlima's voice is getting louder. The tears are flowing.

"Yes Rabb, Iqlima! what are you doing?! " Squeak Yahya panicked to find Iqlima roaring alone. He quickly lifted Iqlima onto the wheelchair. His eyes were looking for where Rusdi was.

"Bang Rais's..."

"What's? " Yahya's forehead shriveled to confirm what Iqlima mentioned.

"Bang Rais is alive! Bang Rais is still here!" Said Iqlima with eyes that kept staring at the back of the figure of Rais who kept walking away.

"Bang Rais is alive, I have to make sure!" Iqlima again. Yahya's heart immediately melos.

"Iqlima, what are you saying? Rais is no more in this world!"

"I saw! I saw Bang Rais walking in that direction! Bang Rais is alive! " Sahut Iqlima insisted. He was still trying to stand until he finally succeeded. Watering glinting. Iqlima started walking outwards.

"Iqlima, wait! Iqlima! Rais is dead! Maybe all you saw was someone similar to him! If he's Rais, he's definitely calling you!" Hardik Yahya held both shoulders of Iqlima.

"Bang Rais didn't listen to me for wearing a headset! Bang Yahya knows what? I am his wife! I know exactly how Bang Rais looks! Even the location of the mole and the jaw line are the same!! He is bang Rais!" The voice of Iqlima is no less high. Yahya was surprised to hear a high voice that Iqlima never addressed to him. Instantly Yahya sculpted. The hand that held Iqlima's shoulder fell off. He let Iqlima go.

Iqlima's confession that he was the wife of Rais made Yahya's heart ache. It was as if a sharp object had struck his heart. Even Iqlima memorized Rais' face in great detail.

"Gus, miss Iqlima... " Said Rusdi who just came from taking care of all the administration.

"Follow where Iqlima went!" Yahya's word is cold.

"Okay Gus! " Yahya reached into his shirt pocket. He noticed the butterfly necklace in his palm and smiled wryly.

Yahya set foot a few meters from his stand. With a single move, he threw the initials YN necklace he had just bought at a fantastic price into the trash can.

***

Jakarta, Indonesia

Hajjah Aisyah put down her glasses and got up from her seat. He was very interested in the existence of people who claimed to be Iqlima village friends.

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

"Then, what information can you give me?"

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

"Haha, tell me how much you want!" Challenge Hajjah Aisyah.

"It's easy to judge for yourself what amount you deserve based on the information I give you! "

"Quick say, what information is it! " Hajjah Aisyah was getting impatient.

"Iqlima was married before being married by bang Yahya! "

"A... What's?! "

"Iqlima is a widow with a mental disorder because before her she had experienced s*xsual abuse and her husband burned to death in the middle of the forest! Bang Yahya bore all the burdens of marrying Iqlima out of pity! "

Prealkkk

Hajjah Aisyah staggered. He accidentally nudged a drink on the table until it fell to the floor. Hajjah Aisyah was very angry. Really angry. His feeling is so painful.

"Do you have any evidence? " Seek Hajjah Aisyah with a loud breath. He feels stuffy. The oxygen in the room was reduced.

"Read this!" The information provider presented an obsolete newspaper.

"The paper reports that Iqlima's husband was burned in the woods when they escaped from the murderous pursuit! It was the killer who had previously harassed Iqlima. And these are the data from the hospital that states that Iqlima's mental health is disrupted to the point that it requires a psychiatrist to cure it! "

Bruukkk

Hajjah Aisyah staggered by concentrating on the table. Her head hurts.

What sin did Yahya commit to have this bad luck? Why is God... Why did this misfortune have to befall my son? Wh why?

"Astaghfirullah" Hajjah Aisyah held his temple. He felt he could no longer stand. His knees feel weak.

"Ummi Hajjah's.. You're all right? " Ask the assistant.

"What do you see?! Quick help Umm Hajjah lie on the couch!! " Hardik assistant to the lady carrier of information.

"Baa.. Alrighty! "

"Don't touch me! Call Sri!! Where's Sri?!" Pekik Hajjah Aisyah's. The informational woman looked down. Sri came, deftly he led Hajjah Aisyah to the sofa.

"Come out first, I'll calm Umm Hajjah! " Sri said to the assistant and informing woman. They nodded simultaneously.

"Sri, leave it to Rusdi to bring Yahya home! Get the nearest flight!"

"Okay Ummi! But doesn't Gus Yahya have to attend a business meeting? " Sahut Sri while massaging Hajjah Aisyah's head. He gave me a glass of warm water.

"I'm going to cancel it next month! This is so much more important! Want to give up on him, especially?! Before marrying that trashy woman he should have known that in the Zechariah family of his former great-grandfather, marrying a widow was a disgrace! Especially widows with mental disorders! Yahya had married a mad widow! Oh my God, I'm going crazy this way! Yahya will drive his mother crazy! " Hajjah Aisyah is frustrated.

Deg. Hearing these words Sri's heart almost jumped out of place.

Is it true that Miss Iqlima is crazy? It feels impossible! She bit her lower lip. Worriedly.

"Istighfar Mi, again in a state of anger.we will so easily let out bad words! " Sri said carefully.

"Actually who are you on your side?! Sri, don't you increase the pain in my head with that stupid blasphemy of yours! I am the leader of Santri, I know what I am doing!! " Sembur Hajjah Aisyah. Sri langarah a thousand languages.

"Sri, cancel the press conference! The press conference will never exist because Yahya will soon divorce the woman! Want to give up on him, especially?! This time Yahya won't be able to dwell!!" Hajjah Aisyah's.

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