Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)
Chapter 78: Much More In~
Yahya opened the room door. He was very surprised to see the room in disarray. Goose feathers were scattered and a fruit knife stuck in one of the pillows that were torn. Yahya spread his views wider. Look Layla who has changed clothes in pajamas.
He slept on the bed with a blanket on the floor.
Yahya approaches. Suddenly a feeling of guilt on Iqlima ambushed. Like there was something stuck in her heart. It really feels uncomfortable. Yahya took the blanket on the floor and slowly wrapped Layla's body. He turned and walked towards the sofa.
Sreg.
“Mas, where are you going?” Yahya surprised. He accidentally brushed off Layla's hand holding her arm.
“Hmh Me...” Yahya tried to find an excuse.
“Mas, can't I sleep next to me tonight? If it's like this suddenly I feel like a poor bride” Layla said with a sad look. Yahya. He had no other choice, he could only nod. Layla sumringah. A sweet smile expands on her thin lips. Yahya took his place. He lay stiffly staring at the ceiling of the room.
“Mas..” Call Layla.
“Hmh..”.
“Mas..” Layla softens her voice. It shifts. Slowly Layla hugged Yahya's fragrant body. The young man sat down. Cold sweat the size of a corn seed came out from his temple.
“Ma.. Sorry!" Yahya said he felt bad for Layla.
"I feel hot. The AC seems to be broken! Tonight I sleep on the couch!” Yahya immediately stood up. Not to forget he rubbed the water droplets coming out of his sweat glands. Layla's face changed. He bit his lower lip so hard that he involuntarily spat out blood.
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Accompanied by Sari, Iqlima walked into the dining room. Today is the first time he has been invited to have breakfast together after more than two years as a wife and daughter-in-law.
Iqlima saw Haji Zakaria already in the main seat. On his right side was Hajjah Aisyah. Yahya sat on the left side and then there was Layla who accompanied Yahya.
Instantly Iqlima's heart slipped when he saw Layla's slightly wet hair. Looks like the girl deliberately didn't hairdryer her hair.
It's supposed to bang Yahya touched it. They are already married. Iqlima muttered trying to encourage. He was so desperate that his tears would not flow. Yahya immediately looked at Iqlima since the beginning of his first wife stepped foot and preferred to sit next to Hajjah Aisyah. Yahya took advantage of the situation by looking at him intensely from the front.
Jamilaaa. Why am I not satisfied with looking at him? Yahya propped his hand on his chin looking at Iqlima's face unblinkingly.
“Ehemm” Hajjah Aisyah realizes Yahya's legacy. He immediately broke the atmosphere with a thud.
“Nak Iqlima, this morning there is Ummi or Jiddah Maharani. Abah's mother. His grandmother Yahya who deliberately came all the way from Solo to see his daughter-in-law's granddaughter who just got married! Sorry, son, where you're sitting, that's where he is. You can take the place next to it” Iqlima jerked. He was surprised not because of the decree of Hajjah Aisha who told him to move but because all this time he had never seen the grandmother of Yahya. And he was willing to come just for Layla. Iqlima moved to the seat next to him. Layla raised one corner of her lips upwards. Disparaging.
Tap Tap Tap Tap
The sound of a stick clashing with marble (alami stone) and footsteps was heard approaching. A woman who was old but still looked fresh arrived accompanied by three assistants. Everyone in the dining room rose up to greet him one by one.
Food in session. No one starts the conversation. Silent mood. The family members who had taken the place began to eat solemnly. Although Hajjah Maharani was already old, but it looks he is very master of table manner. He ate slowly with elegance.
Ting
Iqlima accidentally banged a spoon into a porcelain dish. The sound is loud enough to grab attention. Hajjah Aisyah stopped scooping.
"It's rude! " Say Hajjah Maharani without looking. His forehead is pucker.
"Sorry Ummi, son Iqlima is from the village. So a little clueless of manners! " Said Hajjah Aisyah.
"Who's Iqlima? "
Triying
Hearing the words of Hajjah Aisyah, Yahya threw his spoon on the plate.
Deg.
"Yahya's first wife, Mi..." Sahut Hajjah Aisyah stared intently at Yahya. He hinted that his son would remain polite.
"What?! Wife per..tama??" Hajjah Maharani seemed surprised to not notice Yahya's disheveled face.
"Jaka, Ummi is no longer appetizing! You guys just continue! Ummi wait for you in the living room! " Said Hajjah Maharani with a contorted face to Haji Zakaria, his son. Iqlima lowered his head by biting his lower lip anxiously.
"You're eating it, you should be able to follow Layla's son! Learn from her. Although he is younger than you, but Layla's son is more organized and his experience of courtesy at the dinner table is much more qualified!" Layla sumringa. He glanced at Yahya if-if the praise his father-in-law made to him managed to make the ice cube youth melt and fascinated.
"Mii...Already, Mi! Let no one else lose their appetite because of the words of Ummi!" Sambar Haji Zakaria who managed to make Hajjah Aisyah Manyun.
Iqlima's appetite has been expanding since the beginning. Since then he accidentally made the eating atmosphere so chaotic. For some reason since urging Yahya to marry Layla in the span of more than a year and a half ago, Iqlima's confidence dimmed. Hajjah Aisyah continued to terrorize and knock her mentally.
"Satvs... " Suddenly Layla hissed while chewing. Attention turned to him. Hajjah Aisyah who was right in front of him only realized that Layla's lips were broken.
"Yes Rabb... Your lips can be so trashy, son?"
"It's okay mi, later also healed yourself! " Layla gave her smile with a slight grimace. Hajjah Aisyah seemed to think, then she changed her temper.
"Son Yahya, Ummi knows that you and Layla just got married... Your spirit is so passionate. You are exactly your brother.hehe" Hajjah Aisyah's voice softened. He laughed lightly.
"But yes please notice also how your wife's condition, hm? Indeed picking fresh flowers whose buds have just bloomed it tastes different, other with flowers whose honey has been first enjoyed by other beetles" Sindir Hajjah Aisyah.
"Huk Huk Huk... " Yahya coughed. Iqlima who was sipping drinks seemed to swallow thorns. He secretly glanced at Yahya who was also staring at him. Looking at her husband, Iqlima's mood was getting worse. Layla felt like she had the upper hand. Yahya's treatment last night avoided him a little treated by looking at the face of Iqlima, his competitor who is now bending depressed.
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"Come, no, come, no, come... " Iqlima unknowingly counted the seeds in his hand while glancing towards the door awaiting Yahya's arrival. His tears kept flowing. The events in the dining room filled his mind and made his heart ache.
Astarghfirullah's. Iqlima massaged the temple aware of his mistake. He should have done the prayer after performing the dhuha. Iqlima wiped away her tears.
Did bang Yahya meet Layla and resume their worship last night? Iqlima's mind started to mess back up. He could not concentrate at all.
Chequek.
Door opens. Iqlima looked up with a thump. But immediately he was again disappointed because it turned out that the one who met him was not Yahya but Sari who came carrying mango juice.
"Sir, did you see that Yahya's bang passing outside? " Task Iqlima.
"Gus Yahya again with Umm Hajjah and the big lady in the living room, miss! " Iqlima nodded.
"Oh yes, please drink! Alhamdulillah mango juice has been formulated with various fertilizing herbs" Sari said aggravate the mood Iqlima. The water is back flowing.
The problem of children is also the main problem that is always being echoed in Yahya's extended family in addition to his status and low position. And, the problem he and Yahya who have not been blessed with children is the problem that makes Iqlima feel most crowded. Make him cry often, eliminate his appetite and make his weight shrink drastically.
Iqlima told Yahya to be polygamous not only because of the problem of return and love Yahya to Layla alone. It's a lot deeper than that. Urge, intimidation, terror almost made him give up and almost end his life.
"Thank you, Sari! " Sahut Iqlima.
"Was the lady crying? " Sari suddenly felt bad.
"I just don't feel well. I want to rest" said Iqlima diplomatically. Sari nodded. He understood what his employer wanted. Sari went out without asking much.
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"What?? His first wife is barren?? " Hajjah Maharani was surprised at the words of Aisha, his son-in-law. They had spent 30 minutes talking about the origin of Iqlima and why Yahya could do polygamy.
"Mi, no one ever said Iqlima was so! Yahya please watch Ummi's words! " Yahya raised her voice. His heart hurts.
"Jiddah is grateful you decided to marry Layla, son! My son Jaka is stubborn! Lucky he had a wife like your ummi who managed to persuade him. Girls like Layla are rare. Besides he knows manners, graceful and not from a careless family. He wants to accept your situation, my granddaughter!" Say Hajjah Maharani with a satisfied smile engraved on the beautiful face of Hajjah Aisyah.
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