Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 81: Never Regretting It

Iqlima and Doctor Jelita entered together. Their eyes widened to see Yahya's position which seemed to hug Layla and like wanting to kiss her. Iqlima's own heart was like it was about to jump from its place. The oxygen supply in the room seems to be reduced.

“If you want to make out, hug, or kiss why not just in the room? Singles like me are nauseous to see such an impromptu sight!” The sarcastic remarks of Doctor Jelita managed to surprise Yahya. He spontaneously let go of his hand in Layla's mouth and turned around.

“Iqlima?” Lirih Yahya saw Iqlima. His first wife's lips shook with tears.

“Hmh... We want to go to the room!” Yahya began to clarify the voice. He grabbed Layla's body and grabbed her. His gaze could not be separated from staring at Iqlima.

Iqlima, this is what you expected, right? Yahya. Still embracing Layla, the young man escorted his second wife towards their room. Doctor Jelita smiled wryly in disbelief.

“Crazy! Yahya is crazy!!” Doctor Jelita whispered.

Tests. The tears of Iqlima fell unstoppable.

“Ki.. We're going to my room, Doc!” Take Iqlima with a raucous voice. He silently wiped his tears.

Hhh. Doctor Jelita grunts.

Yep, he turned his head a little backwards. The tail of his eyes glanced at the middle space. Blank. Iqlima and Doctor Jelita were no longer there. Layla's heart felt so cold. The flowers seemed to be blooming. The girl leaned closer to Yahya's body. Crust it.

Chequek.

They started to enter the room. The fragrant fragrant floral fragrance still feels strong.

Seets

With one index finger, Yahya kept Layla's head away from his shoulders.

“Mas??” Layla wants to protest.

“Sorry, weight!” Sahut Yahya. He then walked into the bathroom leaving Layla who had not finished her sentence.

Yahya lit the shower faucet. The water was pouring down his head. Slowly the falling water washed his whole body. Dampen clothes that he did not intend to open. Yahya rubbed his head rough. Clenching hands patting the bathroom wall that has been filled with rinai grains. He could not describe how he felt at this moment.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

“Mas, why is the bath so long?" Layla heard him calling from outside. Yahya shut off the water faucet.

“Iya, this is done” Sahut Yahya. He hurriedly put on a towel after finishing his ritual and opened the door.

Layla has worn her face. The girl looked very bright with her polished make up. Yahya walked towards the closet and took one of his robes.

Layla stared at Yahya's body unblinkingly. Different from Razil or Ridho, the mature abs that had formed made him fascinated. His eyes are clearly visible. After taking the necessary clothes, Yahya went into the changing room.

Huh. Layla grunts. He took the little glass he had hidden under the face. Layla notices her makeup polish. Perfect. Mumbled smile. If on the first night she wore lingerie, this time she tried to wear face to attract Yahya's attention.

Drrrt Drrrt

The vibration of the mobile phone loosens its concentration. A message from Nilam decorating there. Layla quickly opened it,

Ning Layla, Ana has been coordinating akhawat in the pesantren to carry out our plan. Ana was just waiting for an order from Ning Layla to make her next move.

Layla smiled meaningfully. A year in the pesantren made him familiar with the Arabic terms used there.

I'll call you soon. Be careful, do not let the Court know you are using a mobile phone. If I get caught I won't be able to save you. Remove se...

“I go to the mosque first!” Saying Yahya who appears suddenly.

Prankkk

Surprised by Yahya's voice, Layla's handphone fell to the floor.

“I.. Yes mas...” Yahya immediately passed away without concern Layla mobile phone whose glass screen broke on the cold floor.

"Mas.... Masses... Waitaminute! " Come Layla in front of the door.

"I have ablution' "

"But Mas won't renege on my promise tonight, right?" Layla asked expectantly.

"I remember! " Layla's smile is back. He nodded with great enthusiasm.

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"Certain Iqlima! Let him stay with me!" Pinta Doctor Jelita when Yahya comes out of the mosque. The woman was waiting for him intentionally.

"Did Iqlima ask you to meet me to say this? "

"I find absolutely no happiness in the eyes of Iqlima. He suffered. I don't see happiness in your eyes either! I just don't want to see Iqlima continue to be tormented. Your marriage is not healthy! You have to end it, Yahya!" Pinta Doctor Jelita who was frustrated after witnessing Iqlima's own grief. He cupped his hands begging.

"Married Iqlima, although at that time in a forced state, but until this moment I never regretted it" said Yahya mute. He remembered their togetherness. His distant mind wandered into his memories with Iqlima. Doctor Jelita.

"Do you love Iqlima? How valuable is Iqlima to you? " Jelita's doctor's question made Yahya turn his head. He's speechless.

"Why didn't you answer?? "

How can I answer your question? As for Iqlima alone, I have never expressed what I feel. The Inner Speech of Yahya.

"I have to go home. Layla has been waiting for me! It's not good to talk in the dark like this. Excuse me! "

"Waitoo! " Yahya's steps stopped.

"So Iqlima cried. I can't calm him down...." Said Doctor Jelita. Yahya swung his steps after hearing the sentence without turning his head.

I'm not going to break my promise tonight, right? Layla's words again filled Yahya's head. The promise he made was impossible for him to break. Layla is his wife. The woman he had legally married both religiously and nationally.

Uh. Iqlime... I haven't even registered our marriage in state...

Yahya accelerated his pace of entry into the house. He came to the intersection. Steps ceased. Yahya looked at his room with Layla. He wants to go back in there. But Yahya's eyes glanced at his main room.

Instantly Doctor Jelita's word of the shadow of Iqlima's cry intercepted him to turn around. Yahya could not help but hold his footsteps. With a shaky step he headed towards Iqlima's room and knocked on it.

Chequek.

The eyes of Iqlima are visible. Seeing Yahya, Iqlima immediately wanted to close the door again.

"Wait" Yahya held the door with his hand.

"Why don't you let me in?? "

"Until next week bang Yahya still have to join Layla! " Strictly Iqlima with a raucous voice. He said, turning around. Iqlima was too embarrassed to show his grim face.

"A week with Layla, does that mean that for a week I can't visit you at all?" Ask Yahya.

"Mom... Not be... Begis... "

"I'm thirsty, make me tea without sugar! " Tell Yahya to sneak into the room and take his place on the sofa. Iqlima. He's riveted.

"Why silence? I really want it! "

"I...Da... " With a quick movement Iqlima brews tea. Yahya noticed every detail of his wife's movements. Iqlima's lentic fingers are brewing. Gesture of her graceful body. His eyes were beautiful and full of warmth. The natural smell of his body. Yahya misses Iqlima so much. Very homesick.

"We're drinking on the rooftop! " Say Yahya after Iqlima gives his tea. He took the tea to the connecting door. Iqlima followed every step of the husband's foot leading him to the roof. Yahya sat down with a row there. The weather looks bright. Unfortunately, the star does not show its nose.

"Sit down here! " Tell Yahya to pat the place next to him.

"La.. Layla must be waiting for brother" Lirih Iqlima be careful.

"What do you think love is? " Tanya Yahya suddenly without commenting on Iqlima's statement.

Deg.

Is bang Yahya going to confess his feelings to Layla? Iqlima looked down sad. The wounded heart grows. The wounds he intentionally created himself.

"Answer..."

"Love... Hm..." Iqlima seemed to think. He got up from his seat and pulled over to the iron fence. Look around over there. Feel the breeze that makes his feelings slightly improved.

"Love is sacrifice..." Iqlima put a smile down. He answered with his back to Yahya. For a moment the young man was glued and then nodded. Yahya gulped down the tea without the sugar and got up. He's moving towards Iqlima.

Sreet

He hugged his wife from behind. The woman gasped in surprise. Suddenly he let go of Yahya's embrace.

"Why? Can't I touch you anymore? " Tanya Yahya the circus held a rumble in his chest. Iqlima. Yahya's shadow touches Layla dancing on her head. Iqlima doesn't want to imagine it. But the mind kept on coming. Like Yahya blatantly and with his message embracing Layla. Many times Iqlima had to temper his pain. Especially when recalling the reality of Layla's wet hair, her lips were injured. Imagining it all made Iqlima's chest even more resounding. Honestly, she was not ready to be touched by Yahya again after her husband had fun with other women even though it was his legal wife.

"Layla is very beautiful and charming. Bang Yahya liked it a lot. You're matching newlyweds. When with him, bang Yahya will forget my thin body... So meet him and get what Yahya wants!" Say Iqlima with a high tone and fast tempo. For whatever sake, Yahya's black eyes perfectly patterned.

"A...what did you say???" Yahya was surprised. For a moment Iqlima realized his words. He looked in any direction and dared not look at Yahya.

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