Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 67: Status, Formality~

Even when I see you, I miss you~

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“Where have you been all day?!” Ask Hajjah cynically Aisyah without stale bases.

“Iqlima in class, Mi! Today the first lecture begins!” Sahut Iqlima when he has taken his place.

“Cih. Your big scarf also turned out!”

Sreeeeekkk

Hajjah Aisyah got up and threw a number of photos in front of Iqlima.

“Not keeping your sick husband helpless in the hospital, but you're dating another man behind him! You are a woman who does not know yourself! Women don't know they're lucky!! A jahiliyah woman who has no adab!!” Hajjah Aisyah. Yahya jerks.

Bang Yahya is sick?? Iqlima stared at Yahya. But Iqlima's eyes widened as his gaze shifted. His photos with Rafi at the Foundation reached the residence of Bustanul Jannah.

“How was your date today? Running smoothly?!” Todong Hajjah Aisha. Iqlima's throat was blocked.

“Why silence?! Where's your big guts?! Answer!!” Hardik Hajjah Aisyah's. Iqlima was surprised to hear a clashing sound. His position went wrong.

Sreeetttt

Yahya pulled the chair back violently. He got up from his seat. Without looking, Yahya began to step outside. Iqlima's eyes faded at Yahya's distant back. He hasn't even said a word.

“Bang Yahya..” Iqlima rose up in pursuit of the young man who almost reached the door. She held Yahya's arm so that her husband would stop.

“Bang.. Wait!” Iqlima. Yahya's chest rumbled. With a rough throw of breath into the air the young man stopped his steps.

"Bao... A... I asked for ma... "

“We got married because we had to, right?” Ask Yahya without turning around. He turned his back on Iqlima.

“For you, I'm just a walking robot! For you our marriage is nothing more than mere status and formality!” Yahya threw out the hand that perched on his arm and just passed by. Iqlima. Hajjah Aisyah smiled with satisfaction.

“Prepare with great news that will reach your ears! Whether it's the divorce announcement between you and Yahya or the announcement of my son's second marriage to a dignified beautiful woman! That's also if you still have the face to stay here! My dad no longer wants you!” Say Hajjah Aisyah Sharp. Iqlima's body shook.

“Sri, escort this shameless woman back to the boarding school! Tell the foster oustadzah to give him punishment! He's been leaving Bustanul Jannah for too long!”

“Ta.. But Ummi.” Sri bit her lower lip looking at Iqlima who looked depressed.

“Sri, don't argue! If he can't stand the rules, he can choose to leave. Running away with other men can be! The door is wide open and I'm not banning it! Just don't ever come back and tease my son!” Tukas Hajjah Aisyah spread out the fan in her hand. He came out of the room with his chest puffed up and his chin raised.

God helped! God provided an unexpected solution without me having to bother! I have to thank Brother Wirda! I'll transfer some money as a thank you! Hajjah Aisyah nodded happily.

After the death of Hajjah Aisyah, Iqlima broke down. Sri gave her embrace.

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Driiiit

The sound of the door creaking broke the concentration of Hajjah Wirda who was checking the financial statements of the foundation. But a few moments ago his smile had expanded when he found out Hajjah Aisyah again sent a number of funds that were not small to his account number.

"According to the lady's request, I've already informed lady Aisyah of the woman's origin! I also reinforced the evidence by bringing in his fellow villagers!" Said a paid assistant who worked for Hajjah Aisyah but in fact the person was under the auspices of Hajjah Wirda.

"But you didn't mention the kid was rich, did you?" Hajjah Wirda squinted his eyes.

“They don't have to worry! "

And... Your investigation stating that the woman is wealthy, can be entrusted?! "

"of course! He is a descendant of Wali Nanggroe Aceh whose wealth is abundant! Their family's wealth assets were also scattered everywhere!"

"Wow! Prok Prok Prok! " Hajjah Wirda clapped elegantly. His materialistic soul thrashed.

"Is their wealth on par with that of Arya Pranawa?"

"The wealth of Mr. Arya is only a quarter of Miss Iqlima's family's wealth!" Sahut Assistant is sure.

"Woww Woow... Ahahaha! I think I should roll the plan!" Hajjah Wirda said. His mind drifted without limit.

"Wait. wait... wait! Why didn't the girl tell Aisha that she was rich?! "

"Maybe the lady wants to hide her status and will one day dismantle it at the right time! "

"Hm... Makes sense... Makes sense! You are so smart! I have to arrange a meeting with the Iqlima family!" Hajjah Wirda nodded again. He closed the laptop after ending the conversation with the paid assistant.

Chequelek

Hajjah Wirda snorted at Ilyas who was daydreaming in the corner of the window. Rumi's death has made the middle-aged woman a joke. Kocar Kacir like a chick lost its mother. Now coupled with the only son who was silent like losing the passion of life.

"Ummi brought you lunch!" Tukas Hajjah Wirda approached. Ilyas was silent. Her flat face was hard to decipher.

"Eat! You've been in the room too long! When are you going to be like this?! "

"Bych!!! Didn't you hear Ummi talk?!!" Hajjah Wirda raised his voice. He's careless. Ilyas remained silent.

"Yahya will divorce Iqlima! You still have a chance!" The words of Hajjah Wirda suddenly made Ilyas look up.

"They're..divorce?" Ilyas was really surprised.

"When are you like this? Wake up and welcome your Iqlima!!" Hajjah Wirda gave his smile.

"Ja... So Ummi's blessing me?" Ilyas could hardly believe what he was hearing.

"Hhhh actually Ummi does not approve of you and Iqlima because the girl is the wife of your own cousin! But Iqlima was not accepted into Yahya's family. He suffered there! Ummi wanted to repent, Ummi realized that Iqlima was actually a shaliha woman! He deserves you!" Lirih Hajjah Wirda with Face made as sad as possible. Ilyas's face turned increasingly bright. Mother's blessing is like a booster vitamin injection for her psyche.

"Definitely... I will definitely fight for him! I will make amends for my past mistakes!" Ilyas nodded, eagerly taking the plate from his mother's hand and began to devour the entire contents. Hajjah Wirda smiled with satisfaction.

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It has been seven days Iqlima became a dishwasher assistant in place of the khadimah who served in the washing business at Pesantren Bustanul Jannah.

Iqlima was sentenced for 30 consecutive days washing cookware and eating all the santriwati in the dormitory. Now Iqlima must serve the remaining 3 weeks of his sentence. If not, he should not move anywhere and will be punished with a heavier sentence.

Iqlima repeatedly rubbed the sweat that flooded his forehead. Sweat women pouring. He is like an unpaid worker for a big celebration party every day.

"Astaghfirullah Nonaa's... " Asih was surprised not to see Iqlima who was serving his sentence. His hands look wrinkled. The skin of his soles looked thinned with eroded red patches. The assistant supplier of medicines and the masseuse looked down on the fate of the woman who should have been a respected princess because Iqlima's status was actually the wife of a Gus.

"Sssstttt, don't call miss, mbak! Call me Iqlima!" Iqlima glanced to the right and to the left.

"But non. uh mbak... You wash this much alone?! Here I help!! " Asih immediately rolled up her sleeves. The expert's assistant's eyes glazed over.

"It's okay! It will also be finished! If mbak Asih helped me worry that my sentence was aggravated, later I could not go to college.. I have a class schedule today! " Say Iqlima while rinsing his laundry dishes.

"God's Masya... I still think about education! Duh, but my time is just looking! I am not happy.your fate mbak... " Asih shed her tears.

"It's my fault... I should have received punishment! Ma'am Asih don't worry... God willing, I'm fine!" Iqlima gave her a smile. In his true heart he felt sad, sad not because of the severe punishment he was undergoing, but it had been three weeks that he and Yahya were separated. They met briefly only in the living room last time, and it wasn't enough to treat all the longing in his heart.

Tap Tap Tap

Iqlima and Asih turned their heads as someone approached them.

"Miss, this time there is a vegetable transport car that can take the lady to campus! If the lady really wants to enter the classroom, then the lady should be at the gate at the latest in 10 minutes! Later there will be a mang Ayyub, a driver owned by Bustanul Jannah who is willing to pick up! I have confirmed his willingness!" Sri whispered with sparkling eyes. Hajjah Asiyah's trust assistant is trying to find a vehicle that can pick up Iqlima to be able to enter the class. But Sri's heart changed to see the plates and pans still scattered on the floor. Sri sculpting. He stepped out and glanced at the clock in the kitchen.9 minutes away the transport car departed.

How'this? With a quick thought Sri returned to Iqlima. He lifted his sleeve up. Sri took out a dish that had been soaped for rinsing.

"Sir, what are you doing?" Iqlima. Deftly Sri rinses the dishes that are within his reach. Seeing Sri's movement, Asih did not stay silent. He who initially followed the wishes of Iqlima turned to help him.

"Sir, if caught it can be bad! It's nothing, later because I'm getting punished!" Whisper Iqlima worried.

"It's okay mbak! There is mbak Sri, InshaAllah if there is mbak Sri all will be fine! " Sahut Asih whispered.

Kreeekkkk Kreeekkk

A pair of eyes emerged from the windhole.

There's people.

"Who's that?! " Task Sri. Caught, the man ran away.

"Someone's peeping at us! "

"How is this mbak?! " Tanya Iqlima was worried. His heart is racing. He was worried that the person who was peeping earlier would report to Ayuni.

"It's okay, let's wash it more we speed up! " Sri said soothe. But actually, he himself was struck by tremendous anxiety.

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"Mbak Sri, thank you for the help that Sri has given me, from looking for a vehicle to asking permission so that I can go to college! I won't forget all this! " Iqlima said as they walked towards the gate.

"Don't thank you, lady, I hope everything goes well! I can only take you here, Miss walk to the front gate! the vegetable car was waiting there! " Sri said, he turned around to leave Iqlima.

"Mbak Sri, wait! "

"Yes miss? "

"Hm... A.. Has Sri seen Yahya's bang? Is Yahya okay? " Lirih Iqlima bit his lip. Kelu.

"Hm... Gus Yahya is fine, miss! " Sri looked at Iqlima.

"Oh, Alhamdulillah then" Iqlima forced his smile. His eyes began to glaze over.

"Miss,,," Sri held Iqlima's hand.

"Let's just run away... If miss is to escape from this residence, I am willing to help miss! Even though later I got into trouble, I was willing!" Iqlima.

"Miss, the punishment that miss will receive the longer it will get heavier! This is just the beginning! Ummi Hajjah will not stay silent until miss is not at home and comes out of this pesantren by itself! Miss will suffer..." Said Sri earnestly. Iqlima.

"It's okay, I will defend as far as I can. As long as Yahya does not declare separation or divorce me, then I will remain here! " Say Iqlima firmly. Now Sri the yoked.

"All right lady! But if miss needs help, miss can find me!" Iqlima. But suddenly from a distance that was not too close, Iqlima's eyes caught a figure that he was very familiar with.

Bang Yahia... Iqlima muttered aloud without blinking. In a shirt and wearing sunglasses, the handsome young man walked out the main door with Haji Zakaria. They seem to talk. A private car was waiting for them there. Iqlima kept looking at Yahya. Unknowingly, the tears flowed.

Even when I see you, I miss you~

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