Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 7: The Heart of the Neelangsa

Hilman brought his face closer to Iqlima's ear. It speeds up action. The quiet atmosphere became very favorable to him. Honestly, this man is a little worried about his actions known by Wilayatul Hisbah or known as WH (Islamic Sharia Police in Aceh Province). If his actions are known, it is certain that he will be subject to severe sanctions according to Islamic law. Hilman started whispering something in Iqlima's ear.

"I'll make you mine. Being the concubine of a Teuku Hilman seems like a perfect fit for a saintly woman like you! The woman who rejected me outright! I'll make you beg to marry me exactly like what your grandfather did! "

Iqlima's eyes are perfectly rounded. The movement that the man was doing along with the net eye of Yahya who caught both wet. The young man who broke into the pesantren cabin was surprised not a bitch. From his point of view, Yahya is like seeing two humans who are kissing lips. Yahya could see the two clear eyes of a girl that were wide open.

Astagfirullah... Isn't it... That's Iqlima's future wife Ilyas? They do indecent deeds in a deserted place? Yes Rabb...Yahya murmured difficulty swallowing his saliva. Not believing what he saw. This handsome man of Yemeni blood staggered. It's moving backwards. But before his Yahya took the time to take pictures of those who according to him are khalwat and fun masyuk in a quiet place.

Yahya quickly moved away. He returned to the place where the participants rihlah with a mind full of burden. Yahya could see the cheerful face of Ilyas who was distributing the students food and drink. His heart melted, Yahya felt pity. His cousin chose the wrong wife.

"Bro...! " Call Ilyas who throws a bottle of mineral drink. Yahya. Ilyas spread his eyes to the right and left looking for the whereabouts of Iqlima which he had not seen before. But this young man still had not found him.

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"Haha... " Hilman's laughter boomed. He looked at the frightened face of Iqlima with great desire. After whispering words that were inappropriate to say, Hilman immediately pulled the veil of the girl before him. The veil that was thrown to the ground instantly flew by the wind. Iqlima's long hair immediately dangled dangling down. A strong beach wind greeted the hair and made it float in the air. The crying Iqlima broke. Body vibrates. His neck impounded Hilman's attention. The young man in brown skin had difficulty swallowing his saliva.

"I've told you not to do much! Lucky for a rice mill entrepreneur like me to ask a poor girl like you! You should be grateful!" Hilman gripped Iqlima's wrist.

"Hhhmmppp Hhmmppp" Iqlima thrashed. Hilman moved his face towards the neck. Iqlima closed his eyes tightly. Blowing of men who are under the influence of narcotics type of marijuana is felt in the skin. Iqlima's eyes are open again. By saying Bismillah and full force,

Buuuuugghhh

The brave girl floated her feet right into Hilman's cell. For a while, Hilman's world felt turned upside down. Rotating. Spontaneous The man took off the grip of his hand and complained in pain. This opportunity is certainly not wasted. With a deep breath, he ran fast. But before her the girl took the time to take the veil that had been flown by the wind. Hair ties that are released no matter where it is he ignored. To protect her aura, Iqlima stuffed her long hair into the collar of an outer garment. He hurriedly put on the veil while running towards the shoulder of the highway.

"Damn!! " Hilman clenched his hand. Angrier. He was sitting on the sand still grimacing in pain. His head was too heavy to catch up to Iqlima. The pain of kicks, lack of sleep and fatigue drained his energy. But Hilman promised to give Iqlima the calculation. After this he will not let go of the girl.

Hah Hah Hah

Iqlima immediately stopped a labi-labi (a term for public transportation in Aceh). He rubbed the sweat and tears that were still livid. Seated benches facing each other cause other passengers can see his puffy face. This girl is embarrassed. His hands are still shaking.

"Where down, brother? " Task kernet Labi-labi who is standing in front of the door. His hand stretched out to collect the fee.

Deg.

Iqlima. He forgot that his bag was left on Maryam before going to the public restroom. Iqlima reached into his shirt pocket.10 thousand rupiah.

Alhamdulillahot. There's still money left.

"Sss.. I went down in front of Baiturrahman Grand Mosque, South Gate" Sahut Iqlima. He himself is still confused. The Baiturrahman Grand Mosque area is the last stop for Labi-labi transport. After that Iqlima had to continue looking for other public transportation to go to Indrapuri Subdistrict. Now the money is totally gone.

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"Yes, where are you going?" Yahya asked who saw Ilyas looking panicked.

"Short of a second, I'm gonna go find Iqlima. Maryam said, My wife-to-be left her a bag to go to the public toilet. This has been too long anyway"

Wife-to-be? Hid. Inner Yahya smiled wryly.

"You need to look for it" Lirih Yahya.

"Why? " Ilyas frowned.

"Hm... I'm going with you. We're following Iqlima together"

Ilyas nodded in agreement.

Yahya directed the way to where he had caught Iqlima with the aim that Ilyas could see for himself the indecent deeds of his future wife. I hope they are still there. Into Yahya again. This young man wanted Ilyas to open his eyes and cancel the intention of marrying the girl he so loved.

Yahya's thoughts drifted on the events of the uproar of Iqlima and his grandfather at the residence of Ampon Din. It is only natural that many people seem to hate them. Naturally Ampon Din refused to make Iqlima as his son-in-law. Not married only the woman can not keep her marwahnya. That said after marriage?

O Lord, if you give your servant a chance to marry, marry him to the Shaliha girl. Yahya's heart is praying.

Astarghfirullah's. Hufttts. Yahya Distighfar, then rubbed his face. He begged God for forgiveness for his wild mind that had gone too far in judgment.

"Why are you directing to chapter three? There is quiet and the waves of the beach are big. Babah three is usually for surfing youth on Saturday-sunday. There's no way Iqlima's going there" Sergea Ilyas objected.

"I was just there. There's swings. Maybe Iqlima tried it after coming from the toilet. Who know? we must look in all directions" Yahya said convincingly.

They were still traversing the pepasiran with Ilyas's eyes twisting around. Slender. There's nobody there. The swing looks empty.

Sreg Sreg.

Yahya moved quickly beyond Ilyas towards the bushes after hearing the sound of dry foliage being stepped on by the feet. He wanted to make sure Iqlima was still there.

Yahya tilted his face peering out from behind the trees. The sound came from a wild cat. The two people who were talking were no longer there.

"Yeah, Iqlima is not here! We've been looking for it to many points. Where'd he go? " Ilyas rubbed his face starting to get anxious. Adhan Zuhur has been heard through the mouthpieces of the mosque.

Have they left this beach? Yahya thought hard.

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Labi-labi transport down Iqlima right in front of the southern door of the Baiturrahman Grand Mosque. The sun burns on the skin. Her throat feels dry. Iqlima was still goosebumps with what he had just experienced. This girl felt her safety was threatened. Hilman would definitely not let her calm down after what she did. Heart of Iqlima nelangsa.

"Sin... Ashes... Hiks Hiks" Lirih Iqlima called his dead parents with watery eyes. Nanar's view. This young girl was confused where to go. He also has no money.

Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar~

Kumandang Adzan Zuhur, performed by Muadzin, made Iqlima decide to enter the mosque area. But only a few steps did he move,

Tukkkkkk

The sandal strap broke.

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