Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 75: A Little Sacrifice (1000 Kinds of Feelings) !

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Iqlima is happy. His status as the legitimate wife of Yahya has revealed its legal. A week ago Hajjah Aisyah also gave him a bracelet made of white gold as a sign that he had been accepted as a son-in-law in the Zakarian family. Unknowingly the woman was singing.

Iqlima unceasingly rubbed the bracelet given by the mother-in-law. It's so moved. Although relatively simple for the family class Yahya family, but Iqlima has been very touched and appreciated. The happiness felt was also so intense. His mood was very good, Iqlima was so grateful that his eyes often glazed.

“Nona, Let me help you put all your Miss and Gus clothes in the closet!” Tawar Sari, the woman who is now assigned to be Iqlima's personal assistant.

“Thank you, but for this one let me do it myself!” Sahut Iqlima gave her a smile. Sari could only nod.

Chequek.

Iqlima looked towards the wall clock. It's still 10:00 in the morning. It looks like Yahya has entered the room by carrying a plastic package that does not know what it contains. The young man immediately hugged her. Yahya put his nose to the open neck of Iqlima.

“Bang, bang.. There is Sari here..” Bisik Iqlima feel uncomfortable. Sontak Yahya let go of his embrace. The young man frowned and turned towards Sari who was sculpting.

“Ma...Ma'af... Sss... I'm sorry!” Sari said awkwardly. Iqlima nodded with a restrain of embarrassment. After Sari's death, Yahya again pulled Iqlima to get closer to her.

“Bang Yahya, should if you want like this give a cue first.” Iqlima Protest.

“Why don't you wear a veil?” Tanya Yahya switched the conversation by loosening his embrace. Not forgetting he squinted his eyes.

“Ha? I'm just in the room and not going anywhere”

“But there is someone other than you in this room!”

“Ha? Wh who? There is only Sari. Sari is a woman after all. Isn't the limit of fellow woman's aurat from above the navel to below the knee?”

“Sari is new. Untested loyalty! If he tells others what is your condition? On other men how?” Iqlima frowned.

“Must only open the veil when in front of me alone or in front of a person who has been completely tested like his loyalty like your own sister!” Yahya's Word. Iqlima blinked his eyes. Although a little confusing is somehow excessive, in the end the woman chose to nod. Yahya faintly revealed his smile.

"Hahahaha. ah..." Suddenly Iqlima laughed while dodging as Yahya's hands began to infiltrate into the baggy shirt he was wearing.

"Huh! Just got amused!" Yahya again reached Iqlima's wrist and carried out a number of attacks.

"Haha... Bang Yahya... Hahaha" Iqlima increasingly stretched when Yahya really tickled his slender waist. With a face full of smiles the young man deftly dribbled Iqlima onto the mattress.

"I... It's still at ten in the morning... Not last night, last night and yesterday again su. dah?" Iqlima asked with his eyes back. He pulled a blanket over his body.

*pletakkk

A flick landed back on his forehead. It seems that the woman is more accustomed to facing Yahya's treatment.

"I was curious... Other than that, what else is inside your head, Huh?" Yahya Sembur. Iqlima pinched his lips.

"But that was... Bang Yahia.... "

"I just want to make sure of something! " Sahut Yahya fast.

"Sure what?!" Yahya took the plastic package he had brought. He approached and whispered something to Iqlima's ear.

"The deposit of Asih? " Iqlima's forehead shriveling. The woman remembers. Yahya whispered another sentence. Rebuk cheeks Iqlima blushing.

"Yes Rabb... Bang Yahya nakaaal!" Iqlima covered his face with both palms.

"Stupid! Just so embarrassed! Not every night... "

"Stop stops... " Iqlima rose to cover Yahya's mouth with a palm. The hasty movement caused his body to break open and befall Yahya.

"Hmh...." Yahya. He quickly wrapped his hands over Iqlima's body.

"Jaaadi really se..... is that it?" Yahya asked raising the corner of his lips upwards. His pupils are enlarged.

"Huh?! What??!!" Pekik Iqlima panicked in response to Yahya's absurd question. Quickly he sat up.

"Ayoo here let me make sure!! "Yahya back teasing. He began to pull the shirt that Iqlima desperately defended.

" no... No!"

"Come on... I have to go to Aceh tomorrow... Don't make me curious! " Yahya's sentence makes Iqlima sculpt.

"Go to Aceh? With who?"

"Together Mr. Arya and Mr. Osman.. Ah, free I'll tell you too. You don't know them either... I have business there, just for three or four days! As long as I am not here, you will be escorted by Mang Ayyub and Sari to campus! " Say Yahya. For some reason suddenly there was a bit of a feeling of unease that perched in Iqlima's heart.

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Iqlima turned his body about to go back into the house. But his vision was a little disturbed. It was like seeing someone he knew well.

Mariam? Mumbled Iqlima frowned.

Maryam is here? Iqlima started walking after the woman who was 35 meters away from him. His footsteps accelerated because the woman who resembled Maryam also walked in a hurry. Iqlima continued to follow him but suddenly, suddenly,

Huh huh? Where did Maryam go? Iqlima was confused when he realized that he had lost track of Maryam. But Iqlima even showed his smile.

"Haha... It's ridiculous! Where could Maryam be here! I missed her so much that I unconsciously hallucinated!" Iqlima shook his head amusedly. Although Yahya had repeatedly reminded her that Mary was not a good person, Iqlima still found it hard to believe. They have been friends since childhood.

"Miss..lady..." Just a few steps Iqlima stepped, Sari had called him.

"Ummi Hajjah is waiting for the lady in the room near the stairs!"

Ummi looking? What was? Iqlima headed to the intended room according to Sari's direction. There was already seen Hajjah Aisyah who was hugging a painting.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ummi!" Say hello Iqlima politely.

"Had he gone? " Task Hajjah Aisyah without a stale base.

"Ummi"

"What's it like to be in a fairyland? " Iqlima gasped not understanding what her in-laws were saying.

"You're happy to be Yahya's wife? " Slowly Iqlima nodded.

"Haha, obviously you're happy! Got a handsome, sholeh and rich husband! But your happiness is your happiness. You're making my son hurt! You are happy above the suffering of others! " Hajjah Aisyah said.

"Ma.. Ummi means how? Iqlima doesn't understand... "

"This is your painting, right? " Hajjah Aisyah showed me the painting she drew. Iqlima was shocked when he saw it.

"Come here... Follow Me!" Hajjah Aisyah opened the door to a room that was quite spacious but its size was only a quarter of Yahya's main room. No stranger items lined up neatly there.

"That's all your paintings that my son bought at a fantastic price!" This time Iqlima was completely shocked. He never expected a cold man like Yahya to have bought so many of his paintings.

"Yahya bought your stupid painting just to make you survive and not be a crazy woman on the streets! Yahya lives you by spending billions! It takes a lot of time and money... As her mother, here I feel proud but my heart hurts too!" Say Hajjah Aisyah with a flushed face. Iqlima.

"You are just a crazy woman who is insane and then helped by Yahya for a humanitarian reason but by not knowing yourself to pretend to be the crown princess for her! Yahya was forced to marry you because of circumstances! " Iqlima tears flowed successfully.

"Before we were going to marry Yahya to Layla. The daughter of a distinguished and highly respected family. But your presence has ruined the happiness of many! Because of the complexity of your life... You broke Layla's heart. You took what was supposed to be his!" Iqlima's throat felt choked. His whole body became numb.

"You know? Actually Yahya was also injured... As a religious Gus, he was forced to deny his love for Layla because of his forced marriage with you. He sacrificed again!" Hajjah Aisyah said in tears. His voice that sounded raucous really broke Iqlima's heart. A great feeling of guilt approached his soul.

"Iqlime... How long will Yahya sacrifice for you?! How long will you have fun on top of the suffering of others?! Don't you think Yahya is being sweet coming to you at night because he loves you! You're wrong big time! He is very distressed and his treatment of you is as a form of mere impingement! Also just fulfilling her obligations as a husband! " Hajjah Aisyah's words that are so striking make Iqlima feel tight. Her chest hurts. Iqlima really has trouble breathing.

"I tell you, the impact of your silly marriage has on business relationships, straining relationships, and hurting hearts. Right, it's not your fault. Not at all! " Hajjah Aisyah clasped Iqlima's hand.

"But as a mother, as a woman who is sensitive to situations and conditions, may I ask you a little to sacrifice for Yahya? For the sake of this family after all the sacrifices and pains of the months and even years that Yahya did for you, for the sake of your life?" Hajjah Aisyah. He looked at the netra Iqlima and clasped his son-in-law's hand even more tightly.

"A... What can Iqlima do to bang Yahya and this family, Mi? Does Iqlima have to leave here? " Tanya Iqlima is no less sniffling. This woman is like a patient who can not detect where the pain is very felt.

"No, don't leave here! You're gonna make Yahya feel like a failure as a husband..."

"Iqlime... Get your husband to marry Layla. Give them a chance so that their love is not next to clapping. The wall that separates them. Only you can do it! " Iqlima's body feels crushed. His heart stopped beating. World ceased.

"If Yahya and Layla get married, you don't just save their feelings. But there are a lot of great things that you save... As I've explained at length to you"

"Can you sacrifice a little this time? Just a little of all the things Yahya has sacrificed for you! "

After finishing his request sentence, Hajjah Aisyah came out of the room leaving Iqlima with 1000 kinds of mixed feelings. He sat on the floor and cried.

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