Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 63: Shattered Self-Esteem

Yahya was silent in a room. He chose to pull over to avoid the crowd. His feelings are falling apart. Yahya had performed prayers and tadarus over and over again to calm his turbidity. But the words Iqlima uttered were very painful. Those words made her hope dashed.

Hhhh In fact, Iqlima really loves Rais. They married on the basis of feelings. I married her because of circumstances. Yahya smiled bitterly.

Bang Yahya knows what? I'm 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!!

Tests.

Yahya's tears are flowing. Like a recording played over and over again, Iqlima's words continued to ring in his memory. Words that managed to tear his pride as a husband.

Drrrttt Drrrttt

“Ya?” Yahya picked up the phone by wiping the remaining water in the corner of his eye.

“Gus, Miss Iqlima I have delivered to the hotel! Now he's heading to the room!” Yahya's heart returned.

“Oh yes Gus, Ummi Hajjah declares that Gus Yahya must return to Indonesia immediately because there are important things to say and can not be discussed by phone!” Rusdi said.

Chequelek

On the sidelines of the conversation, Yahya could hear the sound of the door being accidentally opened. A sign Iqlima has returned.

“You take care of everything! I am no longer interested in talking about office work on weekends!” Yahya immediately broke off the unilateral conversation, leaving Rusdi confused because he felt he was not talking about office work.

“Bang Yahya..” Lirih Iqlima greets with his head down.

“What is your business with your husband out there already done?” Syndicate Yahya.

“I'm sorry for making a high-pitched voice, I really didn't mean that. It all happened spontaneously and I'm so sorry!” Iqlima wiped his tears. Yahya sighed that felt heavy.

“That's why I lost track of bang Rais but I'll keep looking for him because I'm sure that bang Rais is still alive! I'll call his family. If I was given a chance to meet bang Rais then I would like to give a.” Iqlima tried to explain.

Sreeggs

Iqlima had not yet finished his sentence, Yahya had grasped his wrist firmly. The words Iqlima uttered made Yahya's tubers seem to boil.

“Aaww sakiit!” Iqlima whimpers in pain.

“Didn't you realize you were mine now?! Don't you realize, huh?!!” Hardik Yahya's.

“Bang, release!” Iqlima struggled with the pain.

“Awww pain bang.. Please let go!” The tears of Iqlima flowed. Yahya's heavy hands hurt him.

“Bang, Bang Yahya.. Please..” Iqlima still cuddle. Yahya seemed to wake up, as soon as he let go of the grasp of his hand. But suddenly, though,

Prankkk

Yahya threw the phone on the nightstand onto the floor.

Buuugggg

Kreeksk

With full force, he also extended his fist against the wall. The sound of cracks was heard. Iqlima closed both his ears and eyes.

“You have absolutely no respect for my standing as a husband!” Say Yahya without opening his mouth wide but he said with great emphasis. Eyes glittering.

“You should understand that after I made you swear to God by agreement, you are already completely mine! Not only your body but also your heart!” Yahya pointed at Iqlima with his index finger. Instantly the girl was stunned. After finishing his sentence, the young man walked out of the room slamming the door hard. Iqlima sits limp.

***

Jakarta, Indonesia

Layla arrived at Soekarno Hatta Airport along with the landing of the plane that was boarded by Yahya and Iqlima. His smile broadened when the figure he had longed for was present before his eyes. Even Razil or Ridho cannot make his heart as enthusiastic as he sees Yahya. But his smile instantly dimmed as the figure of Iqlima was also present there following wherever Yahya's feet stepped.

“Mas, Layla was told by Ummi to pick her up. Ummi is having a meeting!” Sayla with a voice made as loud as possible. The strong aroma of vanilla is oozing. Hair draped with peach-colored dress decorate her appearance. Rusdi who came with them could not help but be stunned to see Layla's beauty. As a bewitch, Rusdi did not blink.

With a tangled face Yahya nodded. Want it to feel he protested by saying why not picked up by the driver alone? , but the young man was really in a condition not in the mood to talk let alone he was in a condition that was not fit. In addition to two days yesterday Yahya could not sleep, his hands were still sick because it had hit a hard stone wall.

“Just let Rusdi drive!” Pinta Yahya's.

“How is the atmosphere in Korea now, Mas?” Layla asked in pleasantries.

“Yes so” Sahut Yahya flat not turned his head.

“Haha, how is it? Not boring, right?” Continue Layla while glancing at Iqlima through the rear view mirror.

“Abiasa!” Yahya again. Hearing their conversation, Iqlima twisted his veil. Somehow their familiarity made her chest feel tight. Layla laughed repeatedly in response to Yahya's simple answer, her charms multiplied many times. Charming dimples, her crisp laughter, the ravishing scent of perfume, Iqlima's heart could not help but worry. He kept watching Yahya's movements.

Their car entered the pesantren area. Layla took the cardigan as well as the veil and quickly put it on. Nilam was already standing at the gate with a gaze that watched as sharp as an eagle. Layla blinked one eye and was greeted with a smile and nod by the star girl.

Rabb, what shall I do now? Do I have to go to boarding school or follow bang Yahya into the house? How'this? It has been a few days that Yahya has been reluctant to look and talk to me! I should what? Iqlima. He felt anxious, to be honest Iqlima had not found comfort since he first set foot in Bustanul Jannah.

“Mas, waituu!” Call Layla to follow Yahya who darted straight inside.

“Mas, briefly!” Call Layla again. Yahya stop. He saw Sri who had just come out of Hajjah Aisyah's room.

“Sri, please bring Iqlima rest in the room!” Pinta Yahya's. Sri nodded. Without understanding Layla's whereabouts, Yahya set foot into a different room. The second room is in the back, close to the stairs.

Why did Yahya go into the back room? Are they splitting the bed? Hmh, It is impossible for them to split the bed if they are not in a big fight right? Layla frowned analyzing.

Oh yeah, I don't hear Yahya asking the actor to talk. The eyes of the village woman also look puffy. Hmh.Hopefully honeymoon in Korea even become a month of poison for their relationship! Hahaha, pity! The village! In the country people must make Yahya mas ashamed! Is it good to be diced? Haha.

Bruukkk.

Awwwwww. Sakiiit.

Layla slips due to surging too excited. He felt the pain of sitting on the slippery floor that had just finished on the mop. The pain unconsciously made her shed tears.

Damn it! Whose actions are these?! Just watch out, I will fire all of you if I become the mistress of this house!! Huh!! Layla clenched her hand.

Duuuh, what a sakiiit!! Layla held onto her waist in a staggering walk.

"Eh uh, wait!! Here's a minute!! " Call Layla when you see Rusdi who just arrived. He still held his painful waist.

"A... What's wrong, miss? " Tanya Rusdi was nervous.

"There's something I want to ask you about what happened in Korea, we need to talk! " Bisik Layla while looking around carefully.

Deg Deg Deg

Rusdi could not condition his racing heartbeat.

***

Who did Iqlima see in the hospital? Is he really Rais? Think Yahya. This question has been repeatedly examined with his common sense but still the question is again present to decorate his mind.

Has Rais survived the fire and suffered burns and undergone plastic surgery in Korea?

Then he hides with another identity for fear that the killer is coming back for him... But he was waiting for the right time to reveal his identity and then take Iqlima back in his arms?!

Arrrrgggg

Buuugggg

Yahya kicked the bolster pillow at full force.

Praaaankkk

The pillow floated. The chandelier broke and collapsed on the floor.

Not likely. Impossible. It's ridiculous! Yahya squeezed his hair which began to lengthen. Anger, jealousy, feeling unappreciated, but also not being able to stay away from Iqlima made him really feel frustrated. Negative thoughts pervaded his mind until Yahya was exhausted and asleep.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

“Sorry Gus, Ummi Hajjah and Abah Haji are waiting for Gus Yahya in the meeting room! Ummi Hajjah wants to talk about the very important thing”

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