Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 72: Iqlima the Only One!

Yahya lay with Iqlima close. Together they just got back to enjoying the pleasure of worship. Yahya still gently rubbed the top of Iqlima's head.

“This is the first time we do it here! And... there will be the next days..” Bisik Yahya. Iqlima. Butterflies felt flying in their stomachs.

“A... I want to get back dressed!” Iqlima. He pulled the blanket away.

“Wait a minute, don't go yet! Like this really very comfortable!” Yahya pulled Iqlima until the woman returned in his arms. Iqlima is getting together. Too embarrassed, he avoided Yahya's eyes.

“Hey, look! How come you're so shy now like this you just made me not dwell!” Iqlima.

“Ti.. No tangling?”

“Yes... You pounced on me so skillfully, you really are like a lion! Auum..”.

“Auuumm Auumm” Yahya shaped his hand to resemble a claw shape.

“A... I'm not like that!” Refute Iqlima.

“I noticed you, You are the most excited and enjoy it!” Goda Yahya's. Sontak Iqlima.

“Which might be so! Bang Yahya don't just accuse me! It was clearly bang Yahya who forced me!” Iqlima protest not accepted. Yahya. The movement of Iqlima makes it difficult to swallow saliva.

“Do you really want to lure me, Hm? Then I will be happy to continue!” Yahya said without blinking a look at the exposed body part of Iqlima. Iqlima was shocked when he realized what he had done. Iqlima quickly pulled the blanket wrapped around his body and ran to the bathroom.

“Ayolaaah dik Imaa.. Auumm Aumm” Shouts Yahya seduces.

“No! Bang Yahya is the ferocious Tiger! Not me!” Scream Iqlima from behind the bathroom. Yahya rubbed his face smiling. His teeth are visible. His lips formed a smile. A very sweet smile.

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The sun is gone on the west road. The night is coming. The main dining room at the residence of Haji Zakaria seemed busy. Khadim and khadimah are busy passing by preparing dinner dishes on the table. Because tonight is very special, relatives, large families will gather together.

But Hajj Zakaria himself was not in place. He was in America to take care of business. The internal problems of the family have been fully entrusted to Hajjah Aisyah.

Looks like a variety of food in the area. Occasionally, the sound of spoons and forks clashing. But the sound that is heard only occasionally. They behave elegantly. The table manner style of eating has been mastered completely.

Hajjah Aisyah deliberately invited his relatives and relatives to gather at his magnificent residence. Not without reason, this middle-aged woman had planned what she would say. Important information that actually has often become a byword among them.

Finished eating the luxury dishes served, they were directed to gather in the meeting room. Yahya's eyes glowed. He saw 90 percent of his extended family present. The higher-ups, the celebrities are also the elders who are highly respected. Yahya frowned guessing in what order his ummy prepared all this. But Yahya failed to believe.

“Assalamu’alaikum wr wb..” Hajjah Aisyah opens the conversation. After pronouncing the opening sentence officially, he began to say his intentions and goals blatantly. His true intentions and goals have been known to most of his extended family.

Hajjah Aisyah explained at length so skillfully. The family members present nodded their heads in agreement. Hajjah Aisyah appears like a parliamentarian who never runs out of talk with stunning orations. It is undeniable, it is indeed his skill.

“Then from that I want Yahya to divorce the woman whose origins are not clear. Besides, they've been married a long time. But I don't have children yet! Yahya needs a successor. We need the heir to the throne!” Yahya the climber did not believe what his mother was doing. Now all the gazes were directed at him.

“Astaghfirullah son, poor is your fate!” A close relative commented with tears.

“Hmh.. Let me express my opinion!” Yahya glanced flatly at the face of his mother's relatives who suddenly wanted to make a sound.

“This we can't let at all. Their marriage was truly a disgrace that tarnished the dignity of the family. How can there be marriage under the hands of forced conditions? Not to mention that this woman is not from our group! Our families will be scorned by the crowd and will become a gossip! Definite destruction...!” The younger brother of Grandpa Yahya paused his sentence. As one of the nobility holding the largest assets in the family, the voice of Haji Musa is taken into account. The atmosphere became very tense.

“Destruction is definitely coming! If indeed he could not produce offspring, yes already! It's good that we realized it early on before it's too late! Yahya can divorce her directly! As honorable and dignified people, we will remain responsible. Give him some cash! If you need to give him a house, or something! Whatever it is, consider it compensation! I think this is far from enough!” Hajj Musa said lightly. Yahya's eyes were reddened.

“But Abah Haji, Yahya is very stubborn and does not want to divorce Iqlima! " Hajjah Aisyah's face was bending sadly.

"..... And from that I will give up! If Yahya cannot divorce the woman, then he must marry Layla. Second daughter of the Pranawa family!”

Pranawa Family?

Ah the great Pranawa family?

The relatives who were present whispered to each other. As a family of entrepreneurs who are considered in Indonesia, they certainly have heard the name of the Pranawa family. The name of the celebrity is no longer foreign.

“Whatever the story, brother, our big family can not accept the woman! Even if Yahya remarries, a woman named Iqlima cannot be an official wife! The woman should be hidden from the public and can only be the shadow of Layla!” Other close relatives.

“I told Yahya! I've explained everything as bright as the moonlight of night!” Sahut Hajjah Aisyah's. He stared intently at Yahya who had a very complicated face to interpret.

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Slowly Iqlima opened the door. He moved his eyes to the right and to the left. Blank. There's no one around. Tonight Iqlima asked Yahya for permission to take Arabic classes at the boarding school. Her husband happily allowed it. Sri was waiting for him in front of the terrace of the house on the east side.

“Mbak Sri, I will definitely be punished for continuing to go in and out of the boarding school like this!” Iqlima.

“God willing not. Don't worry, Miss! Especially before the dinner started, Gus Yahya had told some khadimah to prepare everything because tomorrow he will announce that Gus and Miss are married!” Sri Sahut.

Bang Yahya turned out to be serious about his words. Iqlima's face was increasingly radiant. They walk down the street brightly lit because the lighting provided along the road is very maximal.

“Stop!” Someone intercepted him on the street. Iqlima and Sri suddenly stopped.

“We have met a few times, but I want to introduce myself more officially!” Iqlima frowned.

“Include, I'm Layla Asmarini Ningsih! Wife candidate Yahya!” Layla who was accompanied by Nilam spoke by raising her chin up. Iqlima.

“Tonight Yahya had dinner with the whole big family and you weren't invited, were you? They were all talking about our wedding plans! Your marriage fate is on the edge. Whether Yahya will divorce you or not, I don't care! What is clear is that I will be his legal wife!” Iqlima. Layla is so brave. Hearing all this, Iqlima was slightly shaken. Body vibrates.

“I am Yahya's only wife. Our marriage was planned long before Yahya knew you! You came to Yahya's life and ruined everything! I'm the only girl who's approved in this family!” The eyes of Iqlima condense. Sri docked and held the hand of Iqlima. He saw the expression on the face of his wife Gus who was holding back tears.

“Sorry, I have to say this early so you can prevent yourself from getting depressed until suicide! So I took the initiative to introduce myself! I'm Layla. Beautiful woman of class and honor would be the main daughter-in-law in the Zakaria family! Not a lowly person who has no origin like you! Haha... Such is the sentence that this great family has always been echoing!” Layla said proudly with a condescending smile.

“Good... A brief and early introduction from me. I'm sorry!” Layla continued to walk casually through Iqlima with puffed up chest.

“Shortly!” Layla. Slowly Iqlima walked up to him.

“Sorry. Too bad, you're so wrong!" Iqlima. This time it was Layla who frowned.

"I never went to Yahya's bang and asked him to take me with him! Ti's. Dak Per. Nah! Yet we are bound by the chain of destiny! It is Allah's destiny that brings Yahya bang to marry me” Iqlima said out loud. He moved a step further and then Iqlima brought his face closer to Layla's ears.

“Now I reiterate so that you are not mistaken! I never chased bang Yahya here! We got married in my homeland! And bang Yahya who brought me to this house!” Iqlima. Layla.

“One more... Because bang Yahya has married and dared to show me as a wife in front of his family, it means that bang Yahya did choose me! That honorable and classy woman would never want to snatch someone else's property! Even if Yahya divorces me, a noble and classy woman will never accept someone else's ex! Moreover, the man is a former lowly person like me!” Said Iqlima sharply. Layla raised her hand to throw a slap.

Seeett

But Iqlima quickly held the hand. He let go of Layla's hand with a slight blow. Iqlima's hand-pumping caused Layla to fall to the ground. Iqlima held Sri's hand to take her away.

Awwwwws. Oh hell!!! Pekik Layla is restrained. Nilam helped him stand up. Layla is really wrathful.

I will eliminate you until you become dust!!!! Layla clenched her hands.

"Miss, miss... I salute the actions of the lady! " Puji Sri luminous. Iqlima was silent, he did not look. But the sound of sobs began to sound.

"Astaghfirullah.. miss... miss crying?! " Sri's hysterical. Then he remembered how the fate of Iqlima in the future.

"Mr... Is bang Yahya really going to divorce me? Or marry Layla?" Iqlima asked with a clutch asked Sri. Watering glinting.

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Meeting Room

"I'm sorry if Ananda is presumptuous! Until now Ananda will never divorce Iqlima! Ananda won't be polygamous either! Enough Iqlima the only one. The first and the last! " Sahut Yahya was outstretched by kneeling before the family fokum.

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