Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 84: The Night of the Shahdu

Can't a lowly girl like me hope...If I marry later... Then I'll just be the only woman I love? The only person married until I take my last breath…? Is my wish too grandiose?

Reading sentence by sentence that Iqlima wrote made Yahya immediately stunned. But he did not stop just to get there, the young man re-opened the next fold.

I bet between bravery and shame. Like damned creatures, here we are alienated and alienated. The atmosphere was increasingly unfavorable because grandfather did not give up either. So does I who stay on the principle. This kind of situation continued until suddenly a man I had never seen before came closer. The fragrant and the climsy tied his clean handkerchief to the black dirty feet of the grandfather who let out blood and pus without disgust.

What's next going on? As expected, grandfather instead swung his wooden stick hitting the young man's arm with full force. I think all the people who saw the incident felt pain. But not with him. Like a doctor who has sworn his duty, he remains with the activity of bandaging grandfather's wounds to completion.

Although it looks cold, but the shade of his face makes me momentarily stunned. I can't deny, I'm stunned. Immediately I imagined what the angel looked like? Is it like this young man in front of me?

Youth who despite being treated badly but still be kind. I was stunned as he whispered something into Grandpa's ear. Something that made my grandfather obey. Something that even I as her biological granddaughter was unable to move her heart. Something that keeps me curious and determined will ask directly someday if there is a chance. By Allah, I was very curious what that special sentence was~

The young man who came from nowhere really made me feel that God's help was real. After successfully persuading, he immediately brought grandfather to the puskesmas and took care of all his administration. I can't not admire him. I can't help but write this special sheet in a book even in my heart. This is the first time a man has moved my heart. This is the first time I think of her as a woman.

Iqlima likes me? I was special in his heart long ago? Yahya's face changed. The sentence Iqlima wrote: This is the first time a man has made my heart moved making Yahya so happy. Again he was the first person for Iqlima.

Yahya who almost forgot the event at that time immediately smiled brightly. Honestly speaking, grandpa's punch was indeed quite harsh. The fact that people do not really know is Yahya had time to mingle and grimace in pain. He rested his hands on the ground until he did not stagger and fool many people. As a result, Yahya got severe bruises. He became amused smile because it turns out secretly unexpected action makes Iqlima amazed.

Hemm. Yahya berdehem. He was determined to tempt Iqlima until his wife would confess by herself.

But the bright face faded when Yahya read the last sentence written there.

But a woman like me should also throw away this stupid feeling of mine. May I succeed!

Hhh. Worth it! Has Iqlima managed to throw away his feelings for me? Yahya's face turned crumpled. The last sentence Iqlima wrote was quite successful in disturbing his mind.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

“Gus, the car is ready! Today there was a meeting with Mr. Arya” One of Yahya's trust assistants reminded. Iqlima's diary made him forget.

“Good. We're going to the office now! Prepare the car for tonight. My wife and I will stay outside tonight!” Yahya said he put Iqlima's diary back on his desk.

“Good Gus!”

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“Ya Allah miss Iqlima.. Why wash dishes, Non?” Tini the kitchen assistant was surprised to find Iqlima who washes dishes deftly.

“It's all right Tini! Now I am also empty!”

“Do not miss! I can be scolded Ummi Hajjah!” Sergey Tini. Iqlima smiled bitterly. He continued to wash the dirty dishes.

“Already Yes Non, let me continue! Miss get ready! It's late in the afternoon, especially tonight Miss and Gus will stay at the hotel right? It needs extra energy! Hihah! Oops sorry non, my release!” Say Tini with a flushed face.

“Meng... Stay in a hotel? Who said that?” Iqlima activity stopped.

“His personal driver is Gus Yahya, Miss! So I was told to bring coffee, it turns out he was again preparing a personal car Gus Yahya” Tini's words made Iqlima heart melt. He was not eager to continue his work. When Iqlima was stunned, Tini took over the dishwasher sponge from Iqlima's hand after apologizing first.

“I go in first, Ma'am!”

“Ba.. Both Nona” Tini frowned upon seeing the change in Iqlima's facial expression.

Is Gus Yahya staying at the hotel with Miss Layla? Athaghfirullah…!

Iqlima quickly entered the room and searched for the keys in the drawers. After he found what was meant, Iqlima went straight up to the top terrace through the connecting door. He stood up anxiously while momentarily looking at his watch.

An hour waiting with a pacing back and forth Iqlima was bored. He almost sat on the floor until a car entered the parking lot. I just got home from the office.

Secretly waiting for her husband to come home like this has been a routine activity Iqlima since last month. Especially since the last two weeks they have rarely met. Seeing Yahya from a distance, while not really treating his longing, is better than not seeing at all.

As usual, Iqlima noticed Yahya's movements. His serious handsome face, a face that never failed to amaze him. Iqlima. She continued to see Yahya until her husband disappeared behind the door. Yahya had entered the house through the main door.

Iqlima slightly flinched when he heard the sound of footprints walking in the courtyard. He peeked down. Yahya came back out. Her husband was not alone, Layla hooked her hand to Yahya's arm. With a message they get into the car that has been prepared. Just like Tini said.

They seem to be talking. A smile flashed on Yahya's face. Even his teeth are visible. Her husband spoke with an occasional look at Layla's face with a smile. Iqlima's tears fell. The longer the water falls, the more. Countless volumes of water have been dropped. Iqlima is alone. His heart hurts. So hurt. He jealous.

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Layla's heart was so excited and her happiness increased. This is the first time Yahya has been so attentive to him.

Since getting into the car, Yahya's attitude has been warm. Now that he had reached his destination, with care and tenderness, Yahya took his hand and continued to hold him until they entered the hotel room. Yahya also swiftly tidied his hair that slightly poked out of the veil he was wearing.

The little care and care that Yahya had taken had greatly flowered him. Their relationship advanced rapidly in a short time. Layla is in love. From the beginning, from before marriage he had indeed given his whole heart to the sturdy-looking young man.

Clik.

Yahya opened the door to the hotel room. Automatic light on. But suddenly he nodded.

"What's up, Mom? " Tanya Layla was astonished. Yahya shook his head and smiled briefly. A shadow of Iqlima came back to him. The memory of the first night in the hotel after they got married left Yahya glued.

"This room of my choice, you like it?" Tanya Layla hugged Yahya. The young man nodded and then peeked at the top of his head.

"I love you so much, Mom!" Layla meant it. Yahya rubbed his shoulders. He returned Layla's embrace.

"We pray maghrib first... " Say Yahya.

"after that? "

"Se. after that..." Yahya. He could not continue his sentence.

Cup.

Layla pecks Yahya's cheeks briefly. This was the first time their faces touched.

"Just acting like a newlywed! " Layla covered her spoiled mouth and immediately darted into the bathroom.

Yahya walked towards the window. He opened the curtains wide. The view of the city high building with the glitter of Jakarta lights looks beautiful. But not in his mood. He invited Layla here with the aim of being able to worship smoothly. But the atmosphere of this shahdu increasingly betrayed his intentions.

Floral fragrance that Layla choose, all-white shades. Exactly like that night. With a pounding heart he kissed Iqlima's lips for the first time.

Hhh. Yahya threw his body against the wall.

If Iqlima was here. I will definitely put my hand on him. Thinning our distance, Enjoying the beautiful atmosphere that seduces to make his face red like the Mecca Pomegranate that they are. Then I will deliberately whisper sentences that make him more embarrassed. He would pretend to be angry by desperately denying what I said. His behavior made him look even more adorable. Indeed, it is not Iqlima who is too blushed, but I who was made intoxicated to love.

Yahya smile. Wild thoughts about his togetherness with Iqlima increasingly mastered it. Yahya's body reacts to his own thoughts. Can't stand it, he quickly took a cell phone. Yahya wants to contact his wife. He misses her so much. The number he was aiming for was already in front of the screen. Well, just push the calling button. However,

Aarrrghhhhc. Hhh. Yahya massaged his temple which was painful. He can't possibly do this. Tonight belongs to Layla. At least, that's what he promised. Before going to this hotel Yahya was also determined to try his best and will be as professional as possible to face Layla. He will treat the girl like a husband treats his wife.

Driiiit.

Prankkkp.

The sound of the door creaking was heard along with the fall of the mobile phone from Yahya's hand. The sound of the door opening surprised him.

At the end there, Layla looks just wearing a towel standing with a frown. The top and legs of his level were perfectly exposed.

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