Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 82: Reaction of the Body

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

"Why? Can't I touch you anymore? " Tanya Yahya held a rumble in his chest.

"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 looks in any direction. Yahya shook his head in disbelief. His face was red.

"Is that bad you're judging me?" Yahya's eyes glinted. Iqlima is still down. She did not dare to look at her husband.

"A... L'm... A... I just..."

Sreeettt

Yahya pulls rough hand Iqlima.

"Awwww... Sa... Pain bang... Ssss" Iqlima.

"You are so outrageous! What do you think of me??! You think all this time I was just putting my passions forward?! What do you think I'm a man? Do you think I am not a human being without feelings?! Iqlima, all this time I've been very patient facing you! I'm patient with all your denials, I'm patient with all the coercion you've been through! Tonight you hurt me by saying an unreasonable sentence! You wanted all this but you made it your own excuse. I'm disappointed! Very disappointed!! " The voice of Yahya threw out the hand of Iqlima which he had clutched tightly. The young man walked backwards. Slowly he turned around leaving Iqlima with deep disappointment after looking at him fixedly.

Bang Yahia.... Ii'm sorry... Even though what I said is true. But more right, I shouldn't have said that... And now, bang Yahya must hate me even more... Lirih Iqlima cried restrained. He sits on the floor. The night wind slapped his face repeatedly. Iqlima. All the flavors were mingled unbearably. Iqlima sat pensively alone in a dim night light with a golden yellow light.

Chequek.

Ten o'clock at night. Yahya entered Layla's room with a lethargic face. He threw his breath into the air when he saw that the girl had not slept. Layla still plays her phone. Really, right now Yahya just wants to sleep and not be excited about doing anything.

"Mas... Why did you come home from the mosque so long ago? " Tanya Layla approached when she realized her husband's arrival.

"I thirst. I had tea" Sahut Yahya. He walked deeper and deeper, releasing one by one the buttons of his shirt.

"Let me help" Layla put her hand on Yahya's shirt button. Their hands touch. Yahya moved his hand. He resigned when Layla passed one by one button of her shirt.

"Please get me some pajamas" Pinta Yahya diverted.

"Dear mom... What do pajamas need for tonight?" Layla whispers spoiled. His index finger plays Yahya's field chest which is still based on a thin white t-shirt. The young man was stunned.

"Mas... " Call Layla again. His round eyes looked sweet.

"A.. Are you really ready?" Ask Yahya clumsy.

"If I'm not ready, why would I want to get married? " Take Layla. Yahya looked at his wife's face. He's looking for gair*h there. Honestly speaking, the dispute with Iqlima made his heart feel hollow. But he has promised to carry out his duties tonight.

Yahya raised his hand. Saying bismillah, he slowly touched Layla's left cheek. Yahya tried to pet it. Layla enjoyed every touch the young man gave her.

Is Iqlima still up there after I left? Did he fall asleep on the floor? Yahya's mind wandered considering the habit of Iqlima who always fell asleep on the floor if his mood was not good. Layla's forehead shriveled. He held Yahya's hand. The movement Layla did managed to disperse her daydream.

Yahya led Layla to the bed and sat her there. With a quick movement he unbuttoned Layla's pajamas until half of the clothes were open. Yahya's heart rumbled. He feels incapable. But Yahya forced himself. He stared at Layla's partially exposed body to provoke her body's reaction. But somehow the reaction has not been lit. Yahya tried again. He pulls rough Layla clothes.

Sreekk

The pajama button was released. Layla started crying.

"Ma... Sorry" Lirih Yahya realized his mistake. He closed his eyes feeling guilty. Yahya pulls the blanket over Layla's body.

"Why? Why is Mas Yahya so rude? Mas Yahya has not even kissed me*mku, has not kissed my forehead...Mas Yahya has not done anything Mas Yahya should have done...Why is Mas Yahya so rushed?? I'm a woman who's going to do it for the first time..." Layla protest is angry.

"Ma'af... I'm mistaken... I'm really asking ma'af..." Yahya stood up.

"Where are you going? "

"Ma'af, tonight I really can't do it. Maybe I'm exhausted. I need some time. I wish you could understand" Yahya said, picking up the shirt and wearing it. He went out of the room leaving Layla alone.

"Willaaaaaa..." Layla screamed hysterically and was upset. He stood up.

Praankkkkk

Layla threw away everything on her dresser. All these things fell on the floor. Some materials made of glass broke into pieces, the contents scattered there.

Sri sees Yahya coming out of Layla's room towards the guest room. He who had just finished delivering warm tea to Hajjah Aisyah became astonished. Yahya who felt like there was someone other than him in the room turned his head.

"Ah mba Sri. come here! " Tell Yahya.

"Yes Gus? Is there anything I can help you with? "

"Please deliver warm tea to Layla's room. Add honey and lemon! " Yahya Pinta.

"Gus Good. Excuse me! " Sri said without asking.

"Just one more time! "

"Please go to my main room, see if Iqlima is there or not! You can say whatever you want don't tell me I told you to go there! Immediately report to me if you have carried it out! " Yahya Pinta. Sri nodded. Yahya turned around and entered the guest room. Again Sri frowned. He wondered what was happening in Gus' household.

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"How about Mba Sri? " Yes opened the door.

"I didn't find Miss Iqlima in the room, Gus! " Sri's face looks panicked.

"Good" Yahya immediately shot towards the main room. Eleven o'clock at night, the garden lights and the streets were turned off. So, the current condition of the rooftop must have been dark.

Yahya opened the drawer of the room looking for a flashlight. But he frowned when he saw a book that was not his that read NOOR. Yahya opened the hook and looked randomly at one of its pages.

...........Grandpa forced me to marry bang Hilman. But I prefer Ustadz Ilyas.

I... This is diary Iqlima... Yahya Mumbled. He was very upset to read that sentence. Yahya thought for a moment after a moment of being transfixed.

Yahya came to the rooftop. It's pitch-dark. He turned on the flashlight and brought it up. Sure enough, Iqlima was still there. The girl sat in a state of sleep.

Hhh. He could have slept in such a state! Yahya snorted and shook his head. He quickly picked up Iqlima, carrying her bridal style. The movements Yahya made made Iqlima wake up. Slowly he opened his eyes.

Bang Yahya's? Am I dreaming? Iqlima muttered motionlessly as he continued to gather his consciousness. In the darkness, he faintly looked at the face of the person who was carrying him.

I wasn't dreaming. This is really bang Yahya, my husband... Iqlima's lips slightly smiled.

Yahya put Iqlima on the bed slowly. Wishing that his wife would stay asleep and not wake up. Yahya looked at his clean face. The hair that blocks the face she edges to the edge.

Real pretty. Yahya muttered continuously. He seemed never satisfied looking at the face of Iqlima even though he often did. But again Yahya had to grunt when remembering the carelessness of Iqlima.

"Huh... Good thing you're sleeping! If I realized, I would really scold you! When your carelessness could be gone.... "

Deg.

Lirih Yahya whispered. But it can be heard clearly by Iqlima. The woman closed her eyes tightly.

Yahya slightly retreated. He pulled out a blanket and covered his wife's body to the chest. But he saw the awkwardness. Iqlima's eyes flickered in sleep.

Cup. Yahya kissed Iqlima's lips at a glance. He looked at the red lips.

"Hey.your cheeks are like roses. Open your eyes! I know you're not sleeping! " Say Yahya. In the eyes that were still closed, Iqlima unconsciously bit his lower lip. Yahya wears an amused smile. He seemed to forget his anger at the overflowing Iqlima.

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