Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 70: A Courage~

Iqlima woke up and found himself on the bed. He realized there was something stuck in the palm of his hand when he felt his head hurt. Gauze cloth that had been seeped by the red medicine bandaged there.

Iqlima got up, he immediately spread his gaze around. At once his heart was relieved to find Yahya who was also in the room. The young man fell asleep on a sofa not far from the bed.

Iqlima slowly stepped closer to Yahya. Her eyes are glazed. He looked at the husband. Iqlima took the initiative to sit next to him.

“Force my unforgivable mistake!” Iqlima. Water in the corner of his eye.

“I have absolutely no intention of hurting or disrespecting my brother's position as a husband. And now I don't know what to do to treat the wound! I'm sorry!” Iqlima's throat was blocked. He reached out his hand to touch Yahya's thick eyebrows. His fingers stare there. Yahya squirms a little. Iqlima stopped its activities. He looked at Yahya again.

“At least my struggle today to see Bang Yahya was not in vain. Although I will have to serve a thousand kinds of punishment, I will. Even if my body crumbles and shatters, I will not complain! Really!” Iqlima smiled. Slowly he brought his face closer. The face is getting closer. Iqlima closed his eyes.

Cup.

Iqlima ventured to kiss Yahya's lips.

Second, two seconds, three seconds. Iqlima glued his lips feelingly there.

Clique

Suddenly Iqlima's eyes opened wide. Instantly he regained his senses and quickly distanced himself. Iqlima got up and rushed into the bathroom. He felt his pink lips. Iqlima's heart was pounding. His face was red.

What have I done? Iqlima patted her cheeks to declare that this was all unreal. But, baby, he did. Iqlima knocking his head curses his courage.

Slowly Iqlima peeked out. A moment later he felt his chest feel relieved. Yahya was still asleep.

Bang Yahya is so fragrant... Being around him really made me forget myself. For a moment Iqlima thought, he glanced at his shabby clothes and sniffed there. Iqlima immediately opened the clothes and began washing using soap sober.

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“Ridhoo, Release! Release him! Let go of me!” Layla thrashed as Ridho forced her to touch her. This man was angry because Layla said that he was getting married. Without wind and rain the girl severed their bond of love unilaterally.

“I won't let you go! How could you so easily say you'd leave me and marry someone else while we're in a relationship?! You are mine!”

Sreekk

Ridho accidentally tore Layla's clothes in the shoulder area to reveal her white skin. The young man silenced Layla's mouth with his mouth. Many times he sipped there. Layla is overwhelmed. He continued to thrash as the young man tried to remove his undergarments. Ridho Locked Layla with his arms. It's like losing common sense.

“Baj*ngan!!! Release me!!! Cuihh!!” Layla spits on Ridho's face.

"You traitor!! I won't let you go!!" Sahut Ridho swept the rough saliva of Layla that was attached to his face. Brutally, he continues to fight Layla until the girl is helpless.

Ridho manages to remove Layla's clothes. He almost completed the entire ritual. There is only one more stage left. Layla looks resigned. He was powerless to fight. Ridho made his body full of bruises.

"Stop for a moment. I won't fight anymore! I'll enjoy it! I'll make you feel heaven" Lirih Layla pulled Ridho's body, this time Layla took the initiative to kiss him. The girl is really shrewd. It did not take long, Ridho was complacent with the entire treatment of Layla which made it feel in the clouds. Ridho supinely enjoyed further what the girl would do next.

In between activities, Layla takes b*ra that has been placed in any direction by Ridho.

“So sexy*xy..” Lirih Ridho sparkled staring at the movement of the girl in front of him. He held Layla's hand to signal that she would put the interior back. Layla smiles. He again gives Ridho a kiss of death but still with a hand that continues to work. But suddenly, though,

Awwww. Ridho gave a strong shriek. Layla stuck a sharp wire (a buffer wire, found in some types of underwear) that was successfully released from her b*ra to Ridho's body firmly until it penetrated his flesh.

He quickly got up and kicked Ridho's vital apparatus. Not yet had the young man breathe a sigh of relief, Layla again stuck the sharp wire into his arm repeatedly. Without waiting any longer, Layla immediately got dressed and unlocked the door. Ridho's flushed face endured the extreme pain.

“Our business is done! Your pain just take it as a reward for the pleasure you have enjoyed from me! I assume we're even! You think I'll just let go of my ke*raw*nan?! Cheese!! I hope we never see each other again! I will marry a man who is much better than a dumb delinquent like you!” Sayla said that from earlier her cellphone had recorded Ridho with no clothes.

“If you come back of sorts, I will spread this video and your career will be ruined!” Layla pointed at the phone and smiled cynically.

Praanakk

The glass broke. Layla throws a glass bottle of wine on the floor as a sign that she is not messing with her words. After completing the heroic stunt securing her from Ridho's brutality, Layla immediately darted away.

I swear I will never let go!

***

Yahya opened his eyes when he heard a noise from inside the bathroom.

Prankkk

Yahya frowned. He heard Iqlima screech when an object that knew what it was like fell to the floor. Curious, Yahya immediately got up and rushed to see what was happening. Without knocking first, the young man immediately opened the door.

Chequek.

Yahya looked at Iqlima wearing a thin shirt and a transparent skirt was evaporating his robe using a hairdyer facilitated by the hotel room. It turned out to be the sound caused by the hairdryer that had woken her up.

“Ba.. Bang Yahya.” Lirih Iqlima. He no longer cared about his scantily dressed appearance. Yahya immediately closed the bathroom door and returned to his original place. Iqlima did not remain silent. He put the hairdyer who had fallen to the floor because he had not experienced using it and rushed to follow Yahya.

“Bang Yahya is awake?” Sapa Iqlima gave her a smile.

“You woke me!” Ketus Yahya without looking.

“Sorry, I washed my clothes and was confused how to dry them!” Lirih Iqlima twisted his shirt. Yahya sat back down on the sofa and cuefully picked up one of the reading magazines.

“A.. I hurriedly dried my clothes because I wanted to go back to the boarding school. Tonight there is a study of the book of al-Hikam” Iqlima continued to report. Yahya is not at all repulsive. The young man flipped the pages of the magazine looking serious. Iqlima exhaled his breath into the air lethargic. He intends to go to the bathroom to revive the hairdyer.

“I don't like noise!” Tukas Yahya's.

If my clothes are not dry, how? What am I supposed to do? Iqlima remained back in the bathroom to check the clothes he had repeatedly squeezed with remnants of potency. But it seems to be difficult if not helped with the dryer.

Iqlima returned to the room with a bent face. He chose to sit on the sofa in front of Yahya by crossing his legs and playing a mobile phone. Before her Iqlima intended to take a blanket covering her body. But he did not do it. Yahya doesn't care about it either. Just look at the young man reluctantly. His position is still very safe. At least that's what Iqlima feels.

It was very interesting that Iqlima contacted doctor Jelita, telling him to expel fatigue. But unfortunately, the doctor could not be disturbed at all because he was undergoing medical quarantine.

Set Set

Yahya fidgets. He sat down unsettled. The young man changed his sitting position repeatedly. Often without being asked his eyes glanced at Iqlima who was busy watching the drama. Instantly his wild thoughts shot out without limit. Yahya could not concentrate at all. Yahya had to denounce the response of his body that could not be compromised.

The sitting position of Iqlima with clothes that failed to cover his curves properly really invite h*srat until he had trouble swallowing saliva. For some reason, his breath suddenly hunted.

Set Set

Iqlima changed his sitting position. The incoming light makes the thin t-shirt more bright.

Focus focus focus focus. Yahya tried to refocus his attention on the automotive magazine in his hands. But the hot atmosphere increasingly made him feel sultry and unsettled. He closed his eyes trying a last resort to neutralize the turmoil in his life.

Hhhhh Yahya snorted. With a breath in the air he put the magazine on the sofa and closed the curtains of the room. The twilight almost changed the night. Iqlima stared puzzled at what Yahya was doing. The young man passed the light switch just like that without turning it on and walked over. Iqlima.

“I want to carry out my obligations!” Say Yahya with hunting breath. Amidst the dim light, his eyes could still shroud what was seen before him. Iqlima frowned for a moment but afterwards she understood what her husband wanted. Yahya immediately pulled the slim body of Iqlima onto the mattress and pulled the ribbon until his black hair was broken. This young man seemed to forget that at this moment his heart was still very angry at Iqlima. But Yahya failed to stop the turmoil that had been harbored for weeks and now he began to vent it with all his desire. Iqlima's heart is pounding.

“Bang...” Lirih Iqlima after being in Yahya's confinement.

“Hm..”

“Now I must return to the pesantren so as not to be punished.” Bisik Iqlima sweeps Yahya's face.

“There will be no penalty!” Sahut Yahya was quick to feel a little upset because his activities were disturbed. he again silenced the mouth of Iqlima with his mouth. Yahya's mischievous hands begin to explore whatever he wants to explore.

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