Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 83: Hope~ Fold

"If you don't open your eyes, I'll tickle you. One... Two..." Yep, start counting.

Clique

Iqlima's eyes were opened wide. Some days their views meet. Iqlima blinked his eyes. Yahya looked at her asexually but instead turned around and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Ask me spontaneously.

"Go back to the room! " Ktus Yahya's.

Hhh. It seems like bang Yahya is still mad at me. Iqlima. For a moment he turned his head when Yahya was already holding the doorknob.

"Bao... Wait for... " Squeak Iqlima stood up. But alas, for the umpteenth time he was entangled in a blanket that covered his body.

Bruuk

Awwwwws. Iqlima. Hard enough. Yahya. He saw Iqlima trying to stand even though he had fallen.

"Hhhh What's up? " Task Yahya with a flat face.

"A... I just wanted to say thank you. I. that's it! " Please be careful. Yahya headed for the drawer and took the ointment.

"Done this with your bruises! Basic sloppy! " Cebik Yahya. He turned back to the door after giving the medicine. However,

Sreegs.

Suddenly Iqlima hugged Yahya from behind.

"I'm sorry... Really sorry" Lirih Iqlima held back his leg pain. Yahya.

"Bang, I'm sorry... "

"I've forgiven you! Now go to sleep! " The word of Yahya restrains the roar in his chest. He released Iqlima's hand which was coiled around his body. Yahya was worried that he could not control himself if he lingered near the woman.

Sreeggs

Iqlima hugged him back. This time it was tighter. He was no longer able to suppress his longing. Iqlima seemed reluctant to let Yahya go. The young man placed his hand on the hand of Iqlima. Hugs back he loosens. Yahya. He stared fixedly at Iqlima's teary eyes. Yahya cupped his hands on both cheeks. Slowly Yahya's face approached. With all feelings, whole hearted, whole soul. Yahya put his lips on Iqlima's lips. Time seems to stop. There are only them. Yahya and Iqlima.

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Plaaaakk.

This morning. A hard slap landed. Its echoing sound filled the entire corner of the room soundproofed.

"Yes... Ummie... " Iqlima held her cheek. He was surprised not to get stuck. Early in the morning after Yahya died to the office Hajjah Aisyah immediately met him.

"Women don't know themselves! Don't know it's lucky! Don't know to return the favor!" Merca hajjah Aisyah. Iqlima.

"You.... " Hajjah Aisyah pointed at Iqlima with her left hand.

"Women with no heart! You kept Yahya here and let Layla stay all night alone in her room!" Hajjah Aisyah is really windy. His white face flushed. Layla's complaint enraged him. Iqlima's lips are twisted. He is unable to answer.

"Two years have you and my son been married, is it still lacking?? You should have given Layla a chance. They're still newlyweds! You're a truly uncivilized woman. You're a little morbid! No conscience!! " Hajjah Aisyah continued her curse. Iqlima's defense collapsed. His tears flowed without him being able to stand it.

"You as a barren woman who cannot give offspring, should know yourself! If Yahya continues to cling to you, how can they create a calm, romantic and peaceful atmosphere? You can be an obstacle to Layla's pregnancy! " Tukas Hajjah Aisha Sharp. Iqlima held her chest which felt tight. Very crowded.

"I don't want to know, I hope this is the last time you cheat by intercepting Yahya with you! You should have relented for their love, for the sake of the offspring that my son-in-law would give birth to as the rightful successor of this family! " Continue hajjah Aisyah. He turned around to get out. But his steps stopped again.

"Oh yes... If you're back from college, you better jump into the kitchen to help Tini do the dishes or do some other homework! You've gotten too much leeway from Yahya! Don't be spoiled just because you're married to a pesantren leader! You also need to know and remember where you really are! "

Brakkk. Hajjah Aisyah slammed the door of the room after finishing her sentence. Iqlima sits limp. He closed his mouth with his palm. Her voiceless cry was enough to describe what Iqlima was feeling at this moment.

***

It has been two weeks since he married Layla, and Yahya has not been able to touch his second wife. He also did not understand what was happening to him. Yahya's body did not react at all. It's like he doesn't have any passion except for Iqlima.

Two weeks ago, since the last night with their great love, Iqlima no longer want to meet. Iqlima said he just wanted Yahya to focus on giving Layla away.

Yahya has tried his best. But what power, he is still not able to fulfill his duties as a husband. Because of this, he felt guilty about his second wife. The young girl he had married for almost a month had never earned an inner living from him.

Chequelek

Yahya opened the room door. Layla immediately greeted him by hugging him.

“Mas, I missed once! Where have you been?” Lirih Layla asked spoiled.

“Package!” Yahya's Word.

“Packaged? Wh-wh-what for? Are you going to kick me out?” Layla was a little surprised. He stretched his embrace.

“You choose Ardh Co hotel or Xanders hotel?”

“Ho.. The hotel? Hmh..” Layla thinks for a moment.

“Ardh Hotel view Co more beautiful” Sahut Layla with frown pucker.

“Good. Tonight we will stay there!”

“Kita? Just two? Really?” Layla's eyes sparkled. Yahya nodded.

“Consider it as a pending honeymoon” Yahya continues again.

“What is the promise of mas will soon fulfill?” Yahya stared fixedly at Layla and then nodded.

“Thank you! I know I'm a fair husband!” Layla again hugged. Yahya raised both his hands, slowly sighing he returned the embrace of his wife.

Perhaps in this way the shadow of Iqlima will be temporarily dimmed from my mind and I can do my job well. Yahya's inner speech stared blankly at any direction.

Iqlima, behold.How shall I slowly take Yahya from you! I'm gonna get her drunk and I'm just gonna see me forever. Layla's expression changed. He raised his eyebrows up.

“Now I'm in the office first!” Yahya released Layla's hand which encircled his body. Layla nodded.

Nilam, you're great! Your advice to be a weak and hurt woman makes Yahya wither. In the near future I will definitely take you to a restaurant and luxury clothes shopping! Type Layla after Yahya comes out of the room.

Patchouli it. Hmh not bad.. He can be my loyal follower! The past year has been performing so well. Layla nodded with satisfaction. His eyes glanced at the closet. He quickly opened and picked out the various clothes that were there. Layla enthusiastically prepares her best. He also did not hesitate to contact his subscription boutique to send some of the latest clothes. Lastly, he took a cell phone to contact someone.

“Later the night Yahya and I will stay at the hotel. I'm handing Iqlima over to you! It's up to you to do what!” Layla said to the man. He closed his call with a face of sumringah.

Miss you. I miss you with all my blessings. Although a million times my heart says it, but this feeling still can not be easily treated. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry to say.... Yahya sighed for a moment.

I'm sorry if I can't take care of myself just for you. Yahya closed his eyes. He again threw out his breath, neutralizing the overflow of feelings that were so intense.

Drrrttt Drrrttt

Yahya's phone is shaking. The call from Rusdi broke his reverie.

“Gus, I already know who is behind the trap!”

“Really? Who is he?!” Yahya asked in a high tone in a whisper.

“A leading figure in the village where Ms. Iqlima comes from.” Yahya is still waiting for her continuation.

“He is Syarifuddin. Commonly known as Ampon Din!” Yahya was silent to remember who the person in question was.

“I have some evidence and citizen testimonial tape! I just need to find the strongest evidence and immediately be able to throw him in jail!” Rusdi.

“Do not understand what the motive is!”

“He was the father of the man who had killed miss Iqlima's first husband. Maybe he wants revenge by humiliating the lady and make miss Iqlima..hmh sorry... imposed the whip law!” Sahut Rusdi's.

“A.. What?!” Yahya.

“Many people are involved there! Not just him. But if he gets caught, it might make it easier for us to take down other criminals!” Rusdi. Yahya seemed to think.

“How's Gus? Did I make a report to the police? I will send the files immediately to Gus via email!”

If he's in jail and everything is exposed, it's bound to cause trouble for my marriage and Iqlima. All parties will find a way to separate us.

“Gus... Gus..”.

“eh, yes?”

“Can I directly make a report to the police?” Rusdi repeated his question.

“Wait, we'll be pending first. We can't be reckless either! Let me study the evidence! The important thing is to bring down some assistants to keep an eye on the person! Meanwhile, I will also order people to escort wherever Iqlima goes!” Yahya's Word.

It's not like Gus Yahya. When the evidence is in sight, Gus Yahya should act decisively instead of letting the problem drag on. Rusdi frowned. Wonder.

“Rus, please send us a photo of Ampon Din as well as his son who is in custody right now! I forgot how they look” Titah Yahya.

“Good Gus!”

“Rus, you've worked hard! Thank you for all your efforts. I really appreciate it!” Yahya. He closed the phone after inviting Rusdi to take the gift he had prepared.

Yahya opened his work drawer. He saw a book that he had taken from his main room drawer 2 weeks ago. NOOR'S. Yahya began to open up page after page. He chose the middle first.

Fold 205A:

This morning I was struck by Maryam's call. He said that his grandfather was already at the residence of Ampon Din. Grandfather begged their families for Hilman to ask me a second hand. I'm surprised not to be a bitch. With a feeling of anger and heart beating not because I went to pick up grandfather. As Maryam had said, there my grandfather had knelt pleading with Ampon Din to have Hilman accept me a second time, I was offered like a lump of worthless rotten meat that no one wanted. I'm angry, I'm ashamed, I hate it. But grandpa's tears made my heart melt. I realized that grandfather was just a grandfather who wanted the best for me.

**At Ampon Din's house, people started cheering on Grandpa. My arrival there further adds to their blasphemy. I started crying, calling and persuading grandfather to go home together. But the stubborn grandfather base, grandfather still kneeled and begged, even though Ampon Din had clearly rejected it.

The citizens started pelting us with used aqua. I try to understand why they don't have empathy**. The poor nature and attitude of grandfathers made them lose their sense.

Not only that, but it was not just the people shouting at us. Grandfather even took his vow to me. Grandpa called me stupid and didn't know myself in front of everyone. Rejection of Hilman's betrothed earned me the stamp of being a high-hearted poor woman. Not knowing yourself. Forgot land. How not? Married to Hilman is sure to make me prosperous. I don't have to bother thinking about the material because he is one of the richest people in the village.

But talking about marriage, of course, is not just a material issue. I stand firm on my own principles because I don't want to be his third wife. I really don't want to be the second person or be cheated on.

Can't a lowly girl like me hope ...If I get married later, will I be the only woman I love? The only person married until I take my last breath...? Is my wish too grandiose?

Reading sentence after sentence Iqlima wrote made Yahya stunned instantly.

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