Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 77: Finding the Lost Gem~

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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.

Amidst the wave of anxiety, Iqlima's eyes caught a block of wood. With quick movements but still careful he tried to reach her. Sitting, Iqlima dragged his body under the bed.

Chequelek

The sound of the door opening.

"Leaf.... Iqlime... "

Bang Yahya's?

"Why are you under the bed?" Tanya Yahya frowned.

"Sssstttt Outside there are people! " Bisik Iqlima's. Yahya quickly headed towards the open window. His eagle eyes poked cautiously.

Wuuussss

A strong wind slapped his face. Yahya put his eyes out there. Blank. There was only the noise of crickets being heard. Yahya quickly closed the window.

"Abang to... Why is it here? " Tanya Iqlima. He quietly took the time to wipe away his tears. Yahya looked at Iqlima sharply.

"Why did you open the window at this hour? The weather outside is so cold! The rain just stopped. What if you catch a cold?" Read Yahya. Iqlima stared fixedly at Yahya. Like a dream, her husband was in front of her. But instantly he was awakened.

"Bang Yahya, don't be here! La... Layla... " Say Iqlima. Her throat was choked. Iqlima seemed unable to continue his sentence.

"I only saw you for a moment and then I'll come back to see him" Yahya's words made Iqlima's heart feel sliced.

"Oohs... " Iqlima nodded then forced his smile.

"Why haven't you slept?" Tanya Yahya approached.

"A... I can't sleep"

"Aren't you able to sleep thinking of me being with him?" Ask Yahya is asductive. His look was so intimidating.

"Ti's... No. gabe... Su.. It should have been brother ber... " Sahut Iqlima without looking at Yahya.

Haapp~

Yahya clasped Iqlima's wrist and gripped him. The young man led him to the wall.

"If so, why are your eyes so big? Dik Ima's... Don't lie..." Yahya's right hand rubbed slowly Iqlima's cheek. His left hand came to work by trying to pull down the Japanese zipper that was behind the blouse shirt.

"You helped Ummi get me to marry him... And you've made it..." Bisik Yahya's. Iqlima. The breath that caressed the skin of his face made Iqlima bristle. Yahya did not remain silent. The fingers of his fingers also gently rubbed the delicate back of Iqlima to make the woman squirm a little.

"Bao... Ja's.. Don't like this... I... It's your bridal night... Hhh... " Iqlima could not help but sound a whimper that accidentally came out of his mouth due to Yahya's treatment. The young man quickly led Iqlima onto the bed. He managed to strip his wife of clothes by throwing them in any direction.

"Dude..." Iqlima crossed his hands to his chest. He looked at Yahya with a sad look while shaking his head.

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"So Gus Yahya headed for Miss Iqlima's room, Non! " The assistant alerted Layla over the phone line.

Shiii*t! Layla clenched her hands.

The girl put her clothes back on with an annoyed grunt. He could have been left on the night of their bride. Whereas Layla really has exerted her ability to lure Yahya. But it all seems to be in vain.

"Waitwait... But I've only deployed 30 percent of my abilities! I haven't really gone all out in melting the head of the stone!" Layla seemed to think. He paced back and forth and looked at the door in case Yahya really came back and apologized.

Ck.

Layla again clucked when she realized her wishful thinking was wrong. He quickly picked up a fruit knife on the nightstand and stabbed it into a soft pillow filled with beautifully decorated goose feathers. His mouth shook with anger.

Fucking actor! Fucking actor! Layla murmured while stabbing the pillow harder.

I swear I'll keep my husband away from you! I swear! Layla's eyes turned red. Goose feathers scattered everywhere filled the room.

Braakkk

I heard the windows being opened forcibly. Layla turned to the source of the voice.

Hooppp

Someone he knew set foot into the room.

"Shut your mouth, sweetie! I'm Osman, not Hilman!"

"Yes yes! You're fucking crazy! If Mas Yahya finds out you're here he'll kill you!!" Pekik Layla whispered. It seems that in less than two years these two different people are already familiar with each other.

"He's not going to come here! Because he was having fun with his first wife!" Hilman said with a hardened jaw. His chest rumbled after knowing the truth. Debris pieces of the puzzle seems to have succeeded in stacking. Layla grunts as hell.

"As far as I'm concerned, something's wrong with your marriage! I sneaked in after a maid named Yahya's first wife. I was curious and checked! It turns out that guy was...."

"Don't beat around! What are you doing here?! It's my bride's night! Don't try to ruin it!!" Layla's spray cuts off Hilman's conversation.

"I just found out that the devil is real. And you are the real form of the devil!" Hilman said sharply.

"You are far more demon than me!! As my father's slave, you don't have to be so presumptuous!! Hurry up and say what you want!! " Layla raised her chin up.

Sreeggs

Hilman pulls Layla's arm. He turned it hard.

"Aawww... Sakiiit... Unleash it... Release...!!"

"Don't be arrogant!! You owe me... I've smeared my hands with blood just to save a wild girl like you from a poor man named Ridho! And I'm... Hold your ace!" Hilman whispered in Layla's ear. The girl nodded.

"You have everything that men want! Beauty and beauty of the face. I can understand why the brengs*k man chose to marry you and wish him his first wife!" Hilman stared wildly at Layla's body from top to bottom.

"Either I should be grateful or not for your marriage to that baj*ngan man! What's clear is that your marriage made me find my lost jewel"

"The missing jewel?" Layla frowned.

"Iqlime... She's mylover! He's my life!!" Layla flabbergasted.

"So that woman is your lover?!" Layla was completely shocked by the statement Hilman had said.

"I'll pick him up soon! I warned you not to touch her fingertips!! Do you understand?!" Threatened Hilman. He pressed his wrists against Layla's wrists to make the young girl complain of pain.

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"Dude..." Iqlima crossed his hands to his chest. He looked at Yahya with a sad look while shaking his head.

Hhhh Hhh. Yahya's breath was heard hunting. Slowly he backed off. Iqlima's refusal really disappointed him.

Iqlima quickly pulled the blanket over his body. He quietly returned to tears. His heart felt torn because of his own actions.

"Where is Yahya going?" Tanya Iqlima ventured when Yahya was already heading outwards.

"I'm going back to my room, tired! " Sahut Yahya's. He slammed the door hard. Iqlima came back crying.

Isn't this his room? Aaaa aaaa hix... Iqlima back sniffling.

Yes Rabb... Iqlima hiccups by cowering alone.

Yahya exited the room still with a thundered chest. He stepped into the kitchen to pick up a soft drink in the refrigerator and then drank it up. He squeezed an empty bottle in his hand. With a gontai step Yahya returned to Layla's room. Just now he was about to pull the doorknob, but his phone felt vibrating. A message of decorating there.

I know you're busy with your young wife, I'm sure you don't have time to respond to this stupid message. Its alright. I just want to let you know that I am now in front of the gate of Bustanul Jannah. Waiting just in case I have a chance to strangle your neck! Jelita~

Yahya's forehead shriveled. He quickly turned the bow. Approaching Jelita who was waiting for her by leaning on a mini sedan car. He was still wearing a white doctor uniform with a tired face.

"Yahya you.... " Jelita raised her index finger. Almost the woman will criticize the man in front of her. But for a moment he realized that the look on Yahya's face showed an expression that was not okay.

"Why do you wish Iqlima?!" Yahya just shut up.

"Does Iqlima agree?" Yahya nodded.

"But why? Why are you doing this?! Wh why?? " Jelita's voice is rising. Yahya is silent.

"I'm sorry that I was presumptuous and too intrusive in your household affairs. But you already know that I was involved in your relationship from the beginning.. I've been a witness to your journey to this day!" Jelita could not hold back her tears.

"I know you're capable, it's your capacity to do polygamy. But... Which heart of the woman can be cheated on? Even if he says he can and does, he's just pretending! What else Iqlima has had problems with his mental health! Take a look from his side, Yahya! " Jelita wiped her tears.

"Sorry, I have to go back... Layla's waiting!" Yahya's law without expression.

"Whatever you say won't change anything. I married her. She has become my wife, my responsibility. As long as he does not commit the fatal mistake forbidden by religion and Shari'a, I will never divorce him! " Yahya's law is firm. Jelita.

"Go home. It's late. I'll have my driver take you! " Cold Yahya continues. Jelita looked at Yahya's back who was walking away from her with tears breaking.

Iqlime... Jelita bit her lower lip.

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