Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 79: The Hue That Increases~

Ilyas ended the public lecture after saying a closing greeting. His heart was beating when a student he already knew well walked past him just like that. Ilyas hurriedly cleaned up his equipment. He secretly followed the student.

"Iqlima, wait! " Call Ilyas when you see the atmosphere is already a bit quiet. The person he was aiming at turned his head and frowned.

"Destiny brought us here, I never expected you to be my student! " Subsequently Ilyas. Iqlima glued for a moment.

"I respect ustadz as my lecturer" Sahut Iqlima diplomatically. He waited a while to hear what Ilyas would say next. But the man just stared at her.

"Then excuse me" Iqlima will turn around.

"Wait, I want us to talk! " Iqlima did not heed Ilyas' words. It keeps going.

"Just for a second, please... " Pursue Ilyas.

"There's nothing more to talk about. Honestly I am not comfortable, Iman mang has also been waiting for me in front of the gate" Sahut Iqlima turned around.

"I'm also not comfortable.we talk for a while in the cafeteria!" Iqlima. He checked his watch.

"I promise, just for a minute! " Iqlima grunts.

"All right! Just five minutes. Let's just talk here! " Recisive Iqlima. The wind waved his veil.

"I am sorry for Yahya's actions. As a competent man, he shouldn't have cheated you by marrying Layla"

"If ustadz invites me to speak only to vilify my husband, then I will go! " Threaten Iqlima.

"No no, I'm sorry. I actually asked you to talk to me about this! " Ilyas offered two brochures.

1. International Conference, Faculty of Law

2. Musabaqah Tilawatil Qur'an (Student Level)

Iqlima's eyes sparkled when he saw the brochure paper in his hand.

"When I saw you in class, I immediately remembered this information! The International Conference will be very useful for you, especially in the future. For Musabaqah Tilawatil Qur'an, can also add experience in honing your skills. Especially later you will teach at the pesantren. I have seen all your abilities when we were in Aceh. You have the ability in the field of tartil, tilawah, fahmil or Sharhil Qur'an... Nice oration!" Ilyas assured.

I let you go to college. But you can only go to formal college. You can't join any organization or activity. Suddenly Yahya's warning about the rules of continuing education returned. Iqlima's eye light faded.

Hhh Hhh Hhh Hhhh

"Sorry lady, I'm looking for the lady here and there. Good to meet you here! " Mang Iman, a man in his 50s who was assigned to be the personal driver of Iqlima at this time suddenly came over with a gasp of breath.

"I'll have to drop the lady off before 4 p.m. Otherwise Gus Yahya could be angry! " Iqlima nodded. He hurriedly placed the brochures Ilyas gave into his bag.

"Thank you" Iqlima said briefly to Ilyas.

"Iqlima, wait... " Ilyas gripped Iqlima's wrist. The woman flinched.

"You can call me if there's anything you don't understand!" Ilyas.

Sreeggs.

A person from the opposite direction appeared to smash through the rough hands of Ilyas.

"Where did you put your hand, huh?? "

Bang Yahya's? Didn't bang Yahya into the office after meeting Oma Maharani? Mumbled Iqlima wonder. He grimaced a little as Yahya firmly grasped his wrist.

"The Faith can go home first. Iqlima will come with me!"

"Baa.. Good Gus" Mang Iman immediately darted in a hurry to see Yahya's expression that was very unfriendly. The leader of Bustanul Jannah turned to look at Ilyas with a face full of anger before he finally led Iqlima to get into the car.

Tuk

Iqlima's brooch involuntarily fell on the floor. Ilyas picked it up and stared at the butterfly brooch with a wounded heart. In recent years, his heart has not recovered. He continued to think about Iqlima without knowing how to complete a very painful longing.

"You should thank me for this expensive information..." A woman suddenly patted Ilyas on the shoulder and shocked him.

"Become? You're here?! "

"I want to make sure that you really have become a teaching assistant here! You must be acting in front of him that you just happened to meet! " Dara raised her eyebrows up.

Ilyas was silent

"Are you still going after him after finding out that he's polygamous?" Ilyas asked asexually. Dara shakes.

"We're going to the cafeteria! " Take Ilyas.

"Honestly, I was a little surprised that night when you told me that Yahya and Iqlima were married, even though I had expected it before" Dara explained as she walked.

"And it turns out that Yahya is now doing polygamy. Hhh... I am not interested in this unfaithful man. I just want to help you as well as save Iqlima. Since the divorce, I have slowly come to understand how the pain of being betrayed and humiliated by men. I think you deserve to be her husband. You're a sincere, good-natured man" Ilyas turned to the woman beside him.

"But it doesn't matter if you marry someone... Hmh... Sorry, a.... who was married to someone else?" Ask Dara curiously.

"Is that important? I guess not...My mistake with him was huge anyway. You tau? The stupidest and still regrettable decision to date is to ever misunderstand and immediately leave it with just a letter! " I'm Ilyas with a sick feeling. Dara smiled.

"Ilyas, you were so young back then. You still can't think clearly" Sahut Dara encouraged Ilyas. Secretly the woman was sympathetic to Ilyas' deep feelings.

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Braakkk

"You're really outrageous! " Say Yahya closed the car door by slamming it.

"I didn't do anything! " Remember Iqlima before Yahya actually cornered him.

"Not done anything you said?? You spoke to Ilyas. You look at each other! You did it without your husband's permission!"

"A... L'm... " Iqlima starts to stumble.

"I told you not to do anything outside of formal study hours! Are my words unclear?! " Yahya Hardik. Iqlima.

"And you let Ilyas touch you! You are really outrageous!! " Continue Yahya sharp.

"That's beyond my expectations, really! Ustadz Ilyas didn't touch me directly anyway! My long-sleeved clothes" Kilah Iqlima.

Awwww. Iqlima whimpers in pain. Yahya again clasped his wrist firmly.

"Then if Ilyas touches your waist, your stomach or other more sensitive parts. Are you still going to allow it on the pretext that the brengs*k man didn't touch your body directly. Didn't she??! "

Praakk. Yahya switched hitting stiur. The emotions of the young man are overflowing. Iqlima had trouble swallowing his saliva.

"I'm disappointed. You really gave other men a loophole and an opportunity to approach you" Lirih Yahya. This time his voice sounded slow but piercing.

"Just like that bang Yahya was angry, what about me who knew how terrible last night the togetherness of bang Yahya with...!" The high-pitched sentence could not be controlled just sliding from the mouth of Iqlima. It's realized. Iqlima quickly covered his mouth with a palm and threw his face into the window. Yahya frowned.

"Superst how? Whatchu mean?" Yahya pulled Iqlima to look at him.

"Ti's... It means nothing"

"Did you refuse me after last night and turn your husband over to another woman, now you feel jealous and overwhelmed? " Yahya Todong. He tried to touch Iqlima's hand again. But the woman again brushed it off.

"No, I'm not jealous! It's up to Yahya to do what.. I'm it's okay.. I'm really sincere! " Say Iqlima. Silently the water pooled in his eyelids. However much he gave up Yahya, yet he could not hide his jealousy.

"If you're okay, why are you acting so uncharacteristically?"

"I'm totally fine, let's go home. La.. Layla must have been waiting for Yahya's bang on....." Iqlima paused his sentence.

"at ka..mar! According to the rules, Bang Yahya should be with him in this week. I'm afraid he'll think badly if bang Yahya meets me like this" Iqlima said, twisting his veil without looking at Yahya. His voice began to sound raucous. Hearing the words of Iqlima, Yahya deftly pulled his wife's chair slightly back to give more space. He also stretched the back of Iqlima's chair to his surprise.

"A... What did Yahya do?" Ask Iqlima with enlarged pupils. Yahya looked at him.

"You are far more chatty when jealous" Sahut Yahya raised the corner of his lips upwards. He put his thumb to Iqlima's pink lips and rubbed them there. Slowly Yahya's body approached.

"Ja... Don't do it here... Later people will be suspicious to see a car that moves on its own" said Iqlima crossed his hands to the chest. But Yahya paid no heed to it. He kept getting closer. And,

Sreeeg

The Iqlima chair returned to its original position. Yahya again confirmed his position. Iqlima blinked his eyes.

"Do what? How do cars move by themselves, hm? Hmmppfff hmmpff" Yahya held his stomach holding in laughter. Iqlima's face was completely red like a tomato. He was so ashamed that he wanted to disappear from the sight of Yahya.

"I didn't expect, your mind is really perverted*um" Yahya said teasingly.

"I'm not mes*m! " Iqlima protests are fast.

"Your mouth and mind are out of sync... Looks like we really have to find a place to realize your words earlier! " Yahya continues to show the smirk.

"I said no yes no! I really don't think that's it! Bang Yahya is overrated! " Iqlima still maintains his pride.

"You know, your words made me..." Yahya did not continue his word.

"Make me what? " Iqlima frowned impatiently. Yahya brought his mouth closer to Iqlima's ears.

"Your words made me. wswsws wswswsw... Wswskkw..." Yahya whispered something to Iqlima's ear. The long whisper makes the hue on Iqlima's face increase. Yahya smiled meaningfully. He inched back and started his car to take Iqlima somewhere. But suddenly, though,

Dddrrrrttt Ddddrtt

Yahya's mobile phone located just like that near the handbrake next to them shook.

Layla's. Yahya and Iqlima can clearly read the name on the glass screen. Iqlima had trouble swallowing his saliva. Yahya.

"Thank you" said Iqlima. Layla was still calling until the call ended. But Layla did not give up. The girl returned to make a call.

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