Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 76: The Bridal Night

Eighteen Months Later~

Cigar turned. Smoke filled the room. A person sat enjoying the tobacco while gazing towards the blackened overcast sky. It seems like it will soon be raining heavily.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

Chequelek

"Mr Osman, the wedding of Miss Layla and Mr. Yahya is about to begin!" Hilman who had changed his identity to Osman nodded.

Osman stepped up like he was not excited. Because it has been more than a year he migrated to Jakarta but has not yet managed to find his heart. Even about romance, now the young daughter of his superior has preceded him.

Osman felt all his efforts and hard work during this time felt futile. He changed his payment errand several times. How many coffers has he put out. Not to mention, he had to go back and forth Jakarta-Seoul so that the appearance of his former operations was always plenary. But all his efforts have not yet yielded results.

With no passion Osman began to enter the Mosque of Bustanul Jannah. Layla with the most prominent beauty among others is in the ranks of women worshipers. Osman also glanced at Yahya. The young man who was ready to say the kabul hijab wore a white robe that looked luxurious.

"It turns out that the taste of business partner Mr. Arya may as well! " Osman murmured to his assistant.

"Yes, let alone the news that is circulating mentions that this is his second marriage!"

"Ck. It turns out that men everywhere are the same! "

"But Miss Layla is the woman he loves, sir! Marriage to the first wife is forced marriage. Mr. Yahya saved the first wife from the brothel. Reportedly, his first wife was a prostitute*r!" Osman rubbed his chin. His mind floated on Roses and Jasmine. The night woman he married.

"Assistant brengs*k! We're in the mosque again! Watch what you say!!" Osman half whispered.

"Maa.. Sorry sir"

I accepted the marriage and the marriage of Layla Asmarini Ningsih bint Arya Pranawa Mahesa with a diamond ring dowry weighing 5 carats was paid in cash.

The reading of the loud and firm marriage contract recited by Yahya echoed from the mouthpiece of the Bustanul Jannah mosque. Sounds that break nature echo throughout the region. Unavoidable, the voice also entered the main room of Yahya and Iqlima.

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Praanaskkk

"Miss..... What did the lady do???!!" Shouted Sri dropping the drink tray when he saw Iqlima observing the stickiness of the knife in his hand.

The first daughter-in-law of her employer looked pitiful. His body became thinner than usual. Her eyes looked swollen from not stopping crying. It has been more than a year now that Iqlima is experiencing inner stress and today it is reaching its peak.

"Miss, please don't do this... " Sri cried while securing the knife Iqlima was holding. He did not hesitate to hug the woman in front of him and let the woman cry on his tiny shoulder.

"A... It's okay, Ma'am! A... I'm doing fine! " Said Iqlima. Sri's tears are flowing more and more.

"Mbak Sri better not come here..." Lirih Iqlima. This woman appears to be traumatized by Asih's dismissal half a year ago for being accused of theft in Bustanul Jannah. Though Iqlima actually knew that Asih was framed for always defending him. Unfortunately, Iqlima could not do anything to save the sincere hearted person.

"I'll stay here... I will not let the lady go through the hard days with a wounded heart alone... " Sri said grasping Iqlima's hand and looking at his bead. Iqlima.

"I'm powerful... I'm it's okay... Really am! Their marriage, I'm the one who wants it!" Iqlima wiped Sri's tears.

"I hope, may love bang Yahya and La... Layla lasted until death separated them" Like being stabbed in the mouth, Iqlima's heart felt sore. But she still tried hard and gave sincere hope for her husband's second marriage.

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"Yahyeah... Where are you going?!" Yahya stopped his steps. It turns the body facing the source of the sound with lazy movements.

"Otherwise mi? What else does Yahya have to do after all this?! Is Ummi not satisfied??" Yahya asked with a high voice and a roaring soul.

"Why are you so angry?! Your wife forced you to marry, not Ummi! He is also self-conscious for not being able to give you any offspring!" Yahya breathed his heavy breath.

"Listen Ummi... You've married Layla. Your wife is waiting for you in the room! This is penga night... "

"Yahya wants to see Iqlima" Ketus Yahya.

"Yeah! It's your bridal night with Layla! How can you not keep his feelings even when you just got married?! You've been through a thousand nights with Iqlima! Can't it be that this special night you only see Layla?! She's your legal wife! Don't disappoint him! " Sembur Hajjah Aisyah. Yahya took his breath back.

Chequelek

The smell of expensive perfume came to Yahya's smell. The fragrant bushes disturbed him a little. Yahya moved his head to the right and left. The room looks dark. There was no sign of life there.

Clique

Yahya turned on the main light. Instantly the pitch dark room turned bright. The dusty room that he rarely occupied was really in magic to be like a star hotel room. There were rose petals everywhere.

Athaghfirullah! Suddenly Yahya turned his face away. To his surprise he saw a woman standing by the mattress smilingly welcoming him with such an open look.

"My husband... Comeoverhere... Let's read the bride's prayer to my crown... The usual prayers are recited by Salafush Shalih on the night of their bride! " Layla's subtle voice rang out. It seems he has received many religious lessons in Bustanul Jannah. Yahya soon realized that he had married a girl named Layla. He slowly brought his face to look at his new wife who was only wearing bright red Lingerie. Layla looked so ripe in a dress that completely failed to cover her beautiful body.

***

Iqlima flipped his body over the bed. The woman could not sleep. He repeatedly glanced at the door. His heart repeatedly broke. He expects something he knows with certainty the answer to.

Where might bang Yahya come. What did I expect?! Iqlima smiled bitterly. Her tears came back. The woman bit her nails feeling anxious. Tonight is the night of her husband and honeymoon. Just now they were married to hold a super luxurious celebration party. Where maybe Yahya will approach her.

Iqlima could only stare at the gift wrapping he had prepared for Yahya and Layla's wedding. But unfortunately, Iqlima was still unable to hand it over. Though repeatedly convinced himself that he was strong and strong. Over and over again, his defenses collapsed. Crushed, dusty decays.

With a trembling body Iqlima forced himself to rise to his feet. The pain that gnawed at his soul was already unbearable. Slowly the woman walked to the window and opened it. There were no moonlight or stars in the sky. There was only air that felt damp because the rain had just stopped.

Tonight bang Yahya must be very happy.. Bang Yahya was enjoying the night with the woman he really loved... Bang Yahya had placed his hand on the beautiful woman...

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Iqlima could not stem his tears that fell overflowing. Even though he desperately forced Yahya to remarry, still the reality that actually happened is Iqlima felt very tortured. Feelings of jealousy, pain, frustration but have to let go of mingled unspeakably. Iqlima slumped to the floor. The cold wind that was sighing did not also make his feelings improve.

Tap Tap Tap

The Kreeekkkk Kreeekkk

Suddenly there was the sound of footprints and dry leaves being stepped on. Iqlima's attention was distracted.

He stopped his crying.

Looks like a cat's voice. Think Iqlima. He wants to stand up. But the sound of footprints that were not what he expected and resembled human footsteps was increasingly clear.

***

Yahya was on the spot. Layla is truly transformed into the adult magazine supermodel before her. The red lipstick is on. Wavy hair. Blush on blushing on her smooth face. She doesn't look like an 18 year old girl. Layla is really good at dressing up. Which man is not tempted?

Slowly Yahya walked over to him. Layla was still standing with her charming smile. He feels winning. The young man placed his palm on the top of Layla's head and recited a prayer that did not know what.

The young girl guaranteed with feelings. He's really happy. His dream of being married by Yahya was finally realized. Yahya. The cold man touched it. Although just touching the crown, but Layla seems to have managed to penetrate the heaven.

Yahya pulled his hand. Layla almost hugged the young man but suddenly Yahya first moved backwards.

"I'm going to the bathroom first... " Yahya said turning around. Layla scrunched her forehead. He does not remain silent. Layla immediately hugged Yahya from behind.

"To the bathroom why go to the door? The bathroom is behind me! Come mas... It's a special night, it's our bridal night! I'm yours.. se..utuh.nya...!" Whisper Layla mende.sah spoiled. Yahya again. Shortly after, he placed his hand on Layla's. The girl smiled and held her arms. But suddenly,

"Tomorrow yes! I'm weary... " Say Yahya diplomatically. He immediately took off Layla's hand that was coiled around her waist. The young man stepped quickly towards the door and out of the room leaving Layla with her mouth agape.

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