Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 68: Following the Traces

Iqlima started to step foot towards the main gate. He will leave for college by riding in a vegetable car. But not far away he swung his legs, Iqlima saw a figure that was very well known to him.

Bang Yahya. 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 her tears flowed.

The car that carried Yahya slowly moved. The car just passed through Iqlima which was on the edge of the road. From the half-transparent windshield, Iqlima could see Yahya sitting in the passenger seat staring straight ahead without looking at him.

“Mbak Sri, I'm sorry!” Said Iqlima silently wiping his tears. Sri nodded softly. The girl began to move away from the gate of the dormitory santriwati towards the main gate.

Where did Bang Yahya go? Heart Iqlima wondered. Suddenly he stopped his steps. Suddenly a crazy idea reappeared. From a distance of 20 meters Iqlima stared at the vegetable car that had been waiting for him. With a deep breath, Iqlima started to run fast.

“Hhh Hhh sir, ma'am.. today I am not going to the University of Indonesia! We follow the car that just got out of here ya!” Pinta Iqlima gasps. The driver of the car and a woman known to be his wife were stunned.

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The vegetable car carrying Iqlima began to split the highway. After a bit of debate, the driver finally agreed to Iqlima's request. But on condition, the payment must be increased to three times or even five times according to the destination.

Vegetable transport car with pickup/pick up model makes Iqlima must sit on a tub that has been closed with a mini container with the remnants of vegetables that are not used up. Every day, this car does supply vegetables to the pesantren kitchen in large quantities.

The driver carried the car at high speed so as not to lose track.The body of Iqlima staggered to the right and to the left. Amidst the devastating shock, Iqlima took the time to open the curtain, he followed closely to monitor where Yahya's car went.

Tukkk

Awwww. Iqlima's head hit the wall. Instantly he felt dizzy, but Iqlima still forced himself to monitor. But suddenly an unpleasant smell approached his smell.

What's this smell? Iqlima. Minimal lighting requires him to turn on the features of the flashlight on the phone.

Abaghfirullah?! Iqlima was alone. His eyes widened to see the floor he occupied filled with silky caterpillars in white.

I didn't see him! Why is it so much now? Iqlima's hair stood up because it felt amused. But he has no other choice. Fortunately Iqlima had given a pedestal in the part of the area he sat with the newspaper. Now Iqlima again directs the flashlight around to make sure.

Seen the rest of the vegetables that have rotted and slimy, the vegetable is mobbed by maggots who move agilely. The unpleasant smell was getting worse.

Hoekkk. Iqlima feels nauseous. He quickly turned off the flashlight and opened the curtain wide. Iqlima covered his nose and mouth. But still he felt nauseous.

How'this?

Hoeekkk.

This way I can throw up! Iqlima was unable to concentrate.

Ciiitt

Tuukkks

Iqlima's head hit the wall again. The driver brakes and stops the car.

"Come out, we're here!" The driver opened the door.

Hoekkk.

Unable to bear it, Iqlima ran to spit out all his entrails in a nearby garbage can.

Hooooooeeeeeeekkk.

"Empressive! A santri shouldn't go like this! Your behavior is wild, son! Your parents will be worried! You're gonna get in trouble!" Iqlima glanced at Yahya who entered a large building. Regardless of the words of the vegetable driver, Iqlima quickly made the payment and sped away.

"I'm sorry, do you have an identification tag or invitation letter?" Tanya security blocked Iqlima's move to enter the building. Iqlima showed his ID card.

"Oh no, an identification that states that you are a special staff of this building or an official invitation letter because here is also being held a big event! " Iqlima was sculpting then he shook his head.

"Then, please excuse me... You can't get into this building! Today the building is closed to the public!" Iqlima's knees feel weak.

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Yahya attended a special event involving many big businessmen in Indonesia. He saw Rusdi waiting for him. The trust assistant offered him a suit to wear. Together they entered the event room.

"Drinks, Sir! " A servant girl carries a tray containing several types of drinks. Yahya raised a hand hinting that he did not want to drink.

"My son-in-law, we're back together! " Someone asked Yahya to shake hands.

"I'm sorry for the passing of Rumi, Mr. Arya! "

Instantly Yahya's mind drifted to think of Iqlima. He could only breathe out his heavy breath. But the life Yahya lived felt much heavier than the breath.

"Mrs. Yahla.. Long time no see! I heard your company won the tender again! Congrats! "

"Thank you!" Yahya gave his smile. He glanced at the man who looked very young to be next to his business partner.

"This is my son Muhammad al-Gibran. He's still in 2nd grade! He will continue my fight!" Yahya.

"The piece already resembles a great entrepreneur. God willing your son will continue in your footsteps to become a successful entrepreneur! "

"Hahaha, thank you! A pity... Yura my daughter is still very small. He's still in school, otherwise I'd be paired with a young man of character like you! " Yahya forced her smile. He shifted his eyes.

I..The iqlima? Instantly Yahya was glued. He saw a woman who looked so much like his wife. The woman was talking to another business partner. Sometimes he seems to laugh. Yahya approaches.

"Mr Yahya, let's join! This is Miss Buleun, a successful businessman from Aceh!"

He is not Iqlima. They're just similar. Yahya Mumbled.

This man from earlier kept watching me! Like he likes me. Cut Buleun was wrong. He fixed the location of the veil that did not need to be repaired.

"It's great to meet successful entrepreneurs like you! " Say Yahya tried to be friendly.

"It's for you!" Cut Buleun thrusting drink.

"Thank you!"

*this man is handsome, his natural demeanor and gesture is really the attitude shown by a successful entrepreneur. No ring yet sweet. That means he is still single. Very exciting!

Hmh. but baby, my heart I've been held captive by the charm of bang Man. But there's no harm if me and this young man are friends*.

"This is my business card! If you visit Aceh, you can contact me. If you're interested, maybe in the future we can talk about business! My company is engaged in the cement and retail industry" Cut Buleun handed out his business card. Yahya took the business card and pocketed it.

Drrrttt Drrrttt

Mobile Cut Buleun vibrate. A message came in.

Send me your location now! I'll come get you! I hope you're not surprised by my change of face!

Yeaaahh! Bang Man is coming to pick me up!! Cut Buleun screeched restrained. But suddenly he realized that people were watching him.

Hmh... Cut Buleun cleared his throat and took another sip of his drink.

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Iqlima waited 2 hours for Yahya but her husband never showed his nose. Luckily the security officer allowed him to wait in the lobby. Iqlima started to feel anxious. Soon he will have to be on campus to wait for an invitation from the Ayyub mang. Today he was forced to skip college just to see Yahya. Iqlima really misses her. But it looks like those dreams will be in vain.

Miss, don't come home late. I fear that someone is looking for fault until the lady is punished more severely. Tonight the book of al-Hikam. Miss must attend! That's how the message from Sri adorns the screen of his phone.

Iqlima, you should be in class today! You have not entered the compulsory subjects 3 times. If you don't attend again, you're threatened to repeat next year! Luckily today Mr. Raditya was replaced by his assistant, Mr. Ilyas. Otherwise, for the future your existence will be very conspicuous! The message from his college friends made Iqlima's feelings even more unreasonable. The sun is also rising.

Hhhh. Iqlima. Resignedly. Looks like the important people dressed up neatly started to flock out of the elevator. There was no time left, Iqlima started to slowly leave the building with no spirit. The woman opened her wallet. The money left is not much more. He had to find an ATM to find a taxi.

Sreeetttt

Iqlima was surprised not to be upset. Suddenly a young man pulled the wallet that was in his hand.

"Yongoooo!!! Return my wallet!!!! " Shouted Iqlima in a hoarse voice. His body is not okay. Iqlima was already unable to shout loudly.

"Return!! Restore it... Hix Hicks... " Iqlima started crying. As fast as lightning the pickpocket disappeared from his eyes.

On the other hand, Yahya who was already out of the event room moved his head to the right and to the left. It quickly moved from one side to the other to make sure of something.

"I see Iqlima here" Yahya frowned.

"Is it possible Iqlima was here? But for what?! Huft... Am I hallucinating?" Yahya rubbed his nape. He smiled blandly. The young man started walking out of the building.

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