Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 71: Very Sweet Smile~

Yahya is awakened by the sound of an alarm ringing. He blinked his eyes and yawned. The clock still shows at half-two in the morning. Yahya glanced at Iqlima who was still sound asleep in his arms. The young man pulled a blanket over the exposed part of their body.

Jamilah. Sometimes he dipped there. The young man grew his embrace. It was as if he did not want to let go of the woman. His eyes condensed.

“Bang Yahya is awake?” Suddenly Iqlima's voice sounded. Yahya turned and let go of his embrace. He's a little bit of a throb.

“I woke up because of the cold temperature. You just continue sleeping!” Tell Yahya to get out of bed.

“Bang Yahya where to go?” Iqlima held his arm.

“I want to clean” Sahut Yahya flat.

“Bang Yahya... I did not know that time bang Yahya was sick, really!” Lirih Iqlima sad. He still held Yahya back from leaving his side. Yahya was stunned for a moment and then he nodded.

“Hmh, that photo problem.. I accidentally met Bang Rafi on the street. I was out of the house for..”.

“I want to clean up and pray tahajud! Time is not much more..” Cut Yahya cold while removing the hand Iqlima from his arm. Somehow his mood changed drastically when Iqlima mentioned the name of another man with his mouth. With a tangled face Yahya immediately put on the shirt that lay on the floor and passed to the bathroom. Iqlima breathed out into the air. He looked down lethargic.

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Iqlima got off the car slowly. He grimaced a little. Like something's up. I don't know why his waist still hurts. Moreover, the struggle that occurred last night was like opening old wounds on his joints.

Without a word Yahya extended a hand. Iqlima greeted him with a sparkle. Yahya seemed to be able to understand the pain Iqlima felt.

“I'll call Mbak Asih to the room!” Say Yahya without expression. Iqlima. He looked at Yahya who was walking with his hands. Not until they entered the room, a khadim came.

“Sorry Gus, Ummi Hajjah has invited a big family. He said there would be dinner together! Ummi Hajjah mandated that later tonight Gus Yahya must be present and must not be absent!”

“Large family dinner? In what order?” Yahya's forehead shriveled.

“I also don't know, Gus!” Yahya thought for a moment, he nodded and brought Iqlima into his master room.

“Rest!” Yahya's Word. He himself will open the door. Iqlima directly squeezed Yahya's clothes. It was as if the trauma was left for a long time.

“I'm going to the office for a minute!” Iqlima is getting squeezed by holding his hand there.

“Just a minute!” Yahya forcibly took off the hand that perched on his shoulder without turning his head and went straight out. Iqlima heart mengelos. His eyes are back watering. The shadow of solitude is approaching again.

Hhh. Yahya closed his eyes after tightly closing the door. He's massaging his temple. Honestly, Yahya still can not understand the attitude of Iqlima who is so enthusiastic about other men. Also the actions of Iqlima who was alone with other men behind him. Yahya's chest feels tight. It feels like betrayal. Even to just hear the explanation of Iqlima he was not able to.

“Gus Yahya..” Call someone who is suddenly in front of him.

“Mbak Asih? I was just about to call mbak to come!” Sahut Yahya's. Looking to the right and to the left like a frightened person. Yahya frowned feeling astonished.

“Ma’af Gus, there's something I want to talk about. Does Gus have time?” Look back to the right and to the left.

“It's about miss Iqlima!”

“Iq... five?” Asih.

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Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

“Assalamu’alaikum ustadzah.” A santriwati approached Ayi in haste as the girl was completing her Madrasah duties.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, what is it?” Ask Ayi indifferently.

“Ustadzah called to santri” parent meeting room

“Now is not the time of welcome, after all usually also the Ustadzah Ayuni or other Ustadzah facing!” Sahut Ayi cuek's.

“I also don't know ustadzah, but Gus Yahya did! Gus Yahya waiting in the meeting room!”

“A.. What's?! Gus Yahya??” Ayi was surprised not to be a bitch. Yahya never called him. Moreover, it seems like this is a special call. Suddenly Ayi got up from her seat.

“Why didn't you say it daritadi??” Hardik Ayi's. He felt his face take the glass. Ayi noticed his appearance.

“Duh, there is acne... How is this?!” Ayi panic. She rushed to polish her face with the best makeup possible.

Is the powder not too excessive? Santriwati muttered to see Ayi who was busy putting on makeup.

“Is this shirt nice? Or this one? What is this?” Ayi is panicking.

“Hehe... Actually wear ustadzah anywhere, Gus Yahya certainly stunned kok!” Sahut santriwati with a forced smile. It seemed as if he understood where Ayi was headed. The girl's face meets. He started dressing up faster and darted off to the meeting room.

Chequelek

Ayi opened the door and circulated her gaze. Undeniably, a sense of disappointment instantly enveloped his heart. Because in the meeting room there is not only Yahya and his assistant. But there is Ustadzah Ayuni and another senior ustadzah. There are also several other higher levels. There is another Nilam that is not needed in the room but was busy repeatedly cleaning iron shelves with wet cloth that will not be finished.

Ayi stepped up and took a place next to Ayuni's ustadzah. They could see Yahya from a distance of 5 meters.

"Antumas... Ayuni and Rahayu? Ustadzah are the ones in charge of giving Ta'zir the santriwati?" Yahya asked staring intently. They nodded together.

"If Anti... Ayi's? Ustadzah East Bloc hostel babysitter?" Tanya Yahya read their names in the list book. Ayi nodded while smiling.

"From today your department was removed! The Ayuni Ustadzah and Rahayu's ustadzah are no longer the ustadzah here!" Say Yahya while looking at the old ustadzah to record what he entrusted.

"Dan Ustadzah Ayi is back to being an ordinary santriwati! " Tuke Yahya without much ado. They were all overwhelmed by the impromptu decision that Yahya had given.

"'Afwan Gus, if you may know what our mistakes are? Afwan giddan... " Ayuni ventured to ask.

"You are still asking what is your fault?! Alright!" Yahya paused his sentence with a snort.

"You have acted arbitrarily on Iqlima!" Ayuni and Rahayu glanced at each other anxiously.

"You have already given Iqlima a penalty beyond limits! Have him wash the entire dishes of the dormitory for 30 days in a row, and here are hundreds of santriwati! Can you imagine it?! Where is your common sense?! Do you want to kill him?! " Yahya's voice is high and piercing.

"Afwan Gus's... Forgive Gus... We didn't mean that..." Ayuni immediately knelt down. Seeing her partner kneeling down, Rahayu also participated.

Hhhh Ustadzah Weak. Nilam murmured who had become an observer.

"I was forced to give the punishment because Ummi Hajjah told us to give a severe punishment because Iqlima went in and out of the boarding school at will! Iqlima can come out for days" Sahut Ayuni tried to defend.

"Heavy punishment beyond reason? Punish him like a slave of Rodi (dutch colonial period) or a slave of Romusha (the Japanese colonial period)?!" Yahya's duties are sharp.

"I'm not abolishing punishment to make a deterrent effect! But you are so overrated! This punishment is not mentioned in any book! Let's count the count... More than hundreds of santriwati here, in a day they eat 3 times. That means you ordered Iqlima to wash thousands of dishes in one day! He did it himself without anyone helping... Allahu Musta'an!! " Yahya's eyes were reddened holding back anger. They're soundless.

"Hopefully this decision can make you more human in thinking and weighing! Because you are wrought in this boarding school to become a more humanistic human being not a human being who only relies on lust alone!" Yahya.

"You are women, you will have many generations. You're future milestones. The nation-changing relay. You're Educators. But if from now on your conscience has been covered this way, what can be expected from future generations? I'm so disappointed! " Yahya rise.

"Hhh Alright! I don't want to extend.My time is not much! If you are not satisfied, you can ask more details about this decision to my assistant, excuse me! " Yahiah walked past those whose faces were bent.

Iqlime.. Who is he?! Why did Gus Yahya intervene in his own defense?! Ayi clenched her hands tightly. In vain he had dressed up to seek Yahya's sympathy. Nilam who was still pretending to clean the room eavesdropped on the details of today's conversation. He left the room immediately after Yahya came out.

Who gave information to Gus Yahya? There is a cuaks here! Nilam thought hard.

Ayuni and Rahayu were crying. That means they have been fired and have to go home.

Tap Tap Tap

Yahya stepped out of the meeting room in a hurry. The ustadzah and the santriwati who knew the young man visited the hostel came out to see him. Some ventured to show their admiration for the Director General of Bustanul Jannah openly. Others could only peek through the window curtains.

"Gus, the car is ready!" Greet his personal driver.

"I'm not going to the office! " Sahut Yahya is sad. He stepped back. Yahya remembered the Asih complaint reinforced by Sri about the suffering of Iqlima. How his wife had a very hard day in the pesantren. His wife also had no idea that Yahya had entered the hospital because he had locked Iqlima in his room. Iqlima had absolutely no chance of knowing his condition. Also other complaints that made Yahya dumbfounded. He misses Iqlima. Very homesick.

Chequelek

Yahya opened the door slowly. Iqlima was by the window staring out there. The girl seemed to be daydreaming. I don't know what he's got.

Sreeeg

Yahya reached out his hand hugging Iqlima from behind. The young lady who was in his arms was completely shocked.

"Is your back still hurting, hm? " Task Yahya gently. Iqlima. He still could not believe that Yahya was holding him.

"Sus.. It's more mengingan, mbak Asih has sorted it!" Sahut Iqlima. Yahya gently kissed his cheeks and brought Iqlima to sit facing each other on the sofa.

Yahya took Iqlima's hand, opened his palm. This time Yahya really noticed the reddening scratch wounds that were there. Slowly Yahya kissed each side feelingly.

"Is this sick? " Iqlima.

"Start tonight, stay here! This room is yours too! You don't have to stay in the pesantren anymore! From now on, every night we will always share the same place" Yahya said stroking Iqlima's cheek with the back of his palm. He noticed Iqlima's neck was filled with purplish red marks from his work last night. Yahya had been paying less attention to his wife. He was insensitive to the many sacrifices of Iqlima.

"Ttt But... "

"Don't worry, tomorrow I'll announce at the boarding school that we're married!"

"Tomorrow? " Yahya nodded giving her smile. So sweet that Iqlima was stunned.

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