Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 8: The Restrained Cry

"Iqlimaaaa where are you? Iqlimaaa" Shouted Ilyas starting to panic. The sound that came out was blown away by the wind. He quickly walked around every corner of the beach. Other volunteers have also been contacted by telephone. They also search.

Yahya who had already known Iqlima together who could only quietly see the panic of Ilyas. He leaned against a fir tree while making hands. Can't stand it, he's approaching.

"Yass... " Call Yahya.

"Hm... About Iqlima... You don't have to.... " Yahya paused her sentence seeing the expectant gaze of Ilyas. He felt bad.

"Iqlima why? " Ilyas frowned waiting for an answer.

Hah Hah Hah.

"Sorry Teungku... " Suddenly someone greeted them with gasps from behind.

"What's wrong? "

"According to the owner of a small stall at the end of the road, he saw a woman in a blue sea hood rising into the public transport labi-labi" said one of the volunteers.

"From the characteristics he mentioned, it is most likely that the person is Iqlima" he continued.

What's the matter? What the hell is going on? Why did the woman leave after committing an indecent act. Yahya thought hard.

Is Iqlima uncomfortable? Did he decide to go home because something happened? Inner Ilyas.

"Please tell the volunteers as well as the participants that we are forced to end our activities sooner than time! " Tell Ilyas with a grim face. Honestly, at this time he was very worried about the situation of Iqlima. The volunteer nodded his head.

"Yes... Wait..." Call Yahya when you see Ilyas confused.

"Actually... "

"Well, what's the matter? Say it! " Record Ilyas.

"I'm sorry, maybe this isn't fun for you. But for the sake of convenience, I have to say it. Actually, I had a chance to see Iqlima there" Yahya pointed to the beach babah tiga. He took the phone out of his pocket.

"Sorry too... I don't want to make small talk. Look at this... " Yahya said that she had a picture of Iqlima kissing a man. Ilyas's eyes glimmered perfectly at it.

"Well, I. This isn't true, is it? " Tanya Ilyas still held back his anger. The evidence is in plain sight. Her pious cousin is unlikely to lie. Yahya can only sculpt. His face showed sympathy. The wind waved the tip of his shirt. The world of Ilyas seems to have stopped. Crushed. That's what he feels. Her eyes are red. He darted closer to the evergreen tree whose trunk was rough.

Buuuuuggghhh

The clenched fist of the young man from Solo landed there. Fresh blood flowed and dripped from the knuckles.

"Yes!!! " Call Yahya surprised. He was too late to stop Ilyas's movement by a split second.

"Why are you doing this? Self-mudharatan Haram the law! " Hardik Yahya holds Ilyas' shoulder.

Rani who saw from a distance hurriedly came over.

"Astaghfirullah's... What is this bang?? Ustadz Ilyas why?" Ask Rani worriedly.

"I'll get you a P3K box in the car! " Rani who was studying in nursing immediately understood what she had to do. This woman was carrying a P3K box in front of Ilyas.

"Sorry Ustadz... " Rani doused a small amount of alcohol on Ilyas' hands so as not to get infected. The man grimaced a little.

Deg Deg Deg's.

Being in a position so close to Ilyas made Rani's heart beat faster. He stole a glance at Ilyas' face. The thick eye brows whose ends fused further fascinated this woman. He was nervous.

Rani is a nurse. Many people have been treated by him. But facing this one patient still makes him carried away feelings.

Rani's wrong behavior is not separated from Yahya's eyes. He hoped that whoever it was may there be a woman who can replace the position of Iqlima in the heart of Ilyas.

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Hhhhh. Iqlima grunting. Could-can his sandals that he just bought last month break up easily. Though he had to bother cutting his allowance to buy the sandals.

Walking down, Iqlima immediately entered the gate of the Baiturrahman Mosque. The entire area of the marble-floored courtyard made Iqlima feel a little relieved. But this girl still put her break-up in the daycare.

Iqlima headed to ablution' while thinking about his next strategy. Looks like he has to walk to his close friend's house which is 3 kilo meters to borrow money for the cost of going home. In fact, the residence of the relatives of Iqlima's wealthy mother was so close to the mosque area. But he chose not to go there.

Iqlima rubbed his sweat. His body felt sticky due to the constant sweating. In the ablution place, this girl splashed her face with water. His hands were pressed against the wall. He was crying withholding. His throat was already very dry. This girl can't tolerate it anymore. In his pocket was running tap water with both palms held together. Then he drank a little of that water. Iqlima hopes that after this his stomach will remain safe.

Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar

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Cloud clouds are coming. The sky looks shiny. Like it's gonna rain soon. Iqlima threw his face into the sky. Worriedly. Suddenly he remembered Ilyas and the participant rihlah. Right now they must be in a rowdy search for his whereabouts. Iqlima condemned his stupidity. The panic made him unable to think clearly. Escaping from the beach area that traumatized him was a lightning road that he could think of at that time.

Iqlima hurried to walk out. Capitalize on thin socks he treads quickly. Scared before getting to his best friend's house, the rain first came down to say hello. He was no longer thinking about the broken sandals that he had just put it. Iqlima started out of the mosque area.

The edge of the sidewalk made of rocky cement did not make the journey smooth. His foot was stepped on a pointed pebble stone. The left foot is bleeding. The journey is still 2800 meters. Iqlima is feeling tired. Wishing her best friend Mala was at home. So all the hardships he did were not in vain. By walking limped and tears that kept flowing he was determined to continue his journey.

Only then will he invite grandfather to evacuate the village. Thank you that Ilyas wants to marry her soon. Being in one village with Hilman would not make him feel calm. Reporting the man's actions is also free. Besides having no evidence, he was compared to the position of Ampon Din, Hilman's father who was very influential throughout the village.

Iqlima kept walking, occasionally he pulled over to the wall. It's half 3. He did not want to go back on his journey. The blood is getting bigger. Suddenly someone stopped the car right beside Iqlima to make him flabbergasted.

"Bang Rais's? "

"What are you doing there? Hop on! " Tell Rais. Iqlima. He looked at his dirty feet. Rais slightly raised his body to look at the head motion of Iqlima, immediately he understood what was happening.

"All right! We'll get red medicine! Or go to the nearest hospital! Ride aja! Don't hesitate! " Tell Rais again. Still stumbling, Iqlima also boarded the car.

"We're going to the hospital, right? " Task Rais without saying anything stale.

"Ga need to bang! It's just a rock" Lirih Iqlima. Rais stops his car in front of a Pharmacy. He bought gauze, red medicine and wet tissue. Not to forget he bought new socks in the market next to him.

"Clean up and wrap your wounds! " Roise gave the order again. He continued driving without asking much questions.

"So Abang who prayed Zuhur prayer in Masjid Raya right? " Tanya Iqlima broke the silence.

"Yes, the high priest suddenly asked me to replace him. For a moment! " Rais pulled the car back. This time in front of the shoe store.

"What size are your legs? " Tanya Rais's. Iqlima was very sad. Not waiting for the answer Iqlima he immediately shot into the store. Rais bought her a sports shoe and and a pan shoe.

"Wear it! " Iqlima saw the size of the shoes Rais bought. 37 cm.

"Why do you know the exact size of your shoes? "

"Alhamdulillah if the size is right! " Rais gave her smile.

"I'll pay for the shoe money later!" Iqlima.

"No need! That's for you, brother! I'll be mad if you give it back! " Iqlima. Feeling indebted always makes her feel sad.

"Where do you want me to take you? Wanna go home, right? "

"Iqlima village is far away! Still an hour. Just drop me off at the labi-labi stop! " Iqlima.

"No. I'll keep delivering you, don't hesitate! I haven't said hello to Grandpa in a long time! " Sahut Rais's. He kept driving his car.

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Rais's car enters Krueng Lam Kareung village. He pulled over his car right next to Iqlima's house which had a large yard. Rais and Iqlima went down at the same time.

Coinciding with that, the volunteer car driven by Ilyas and Yahya also arrived. They saw Iqlima and Rais. Ilyas spontaneously stopped his car a few meters not far from them.

"I know your condition is no longer fit at this time! Seen from your eyes! I'll charge you for the story of why you're on the street with your injured leg! For now get here first. God willing the second time I will visit grandfather when your circumstances are better! " Say Rais.

"This is a vitamin for you that I bought at the pharmacy! Don't forget to drink! Excuse me! " Rais handed over some Vitamins to Iqlima. Then move about to get in the car.

"Bang, wait...! "

"Yes? "

"Thank you for the help you gave me. Only God can repay him. Iqlima say Thank you! " Iqlima cupped his hands together in his chest. Rais passed away after giving her smile.

Ilyas who was staring from a distance that was not too far away his heart felt more and more pain. Jealousy, anger, hate mixed into one.

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