Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 85: Events at the Hotel

"Mas why? " Tanya Layla who was standing in front of the bathroom door with

just wear a towel.

"I accidentally knocked him down! "

"His phone is broken? "

"It seems so" Sahut Yahya picked up a small fragment of the mobile phone case on the floor.

"Mas.... "

"Hm... " Yahya is still with her activities.

"I haven't finished taking a bath" spoiled Layla Lirih.

"I'll be waiting for you! "

"I need help... " Yahya lifted her head.

"Help me rub my back in the bath-up! " Pinta Layla without feeling awkward. Yahya sontak.

"You want a mas? "

"Huh?"

"Help me rub my back. You want to do it, right? " Tanya Layla repeated her question.

"Eh.. I... Da... " Yahya nodded after thinking for a moment.

"Yeaaayyy, come here mas!" Layla is instantly excited. He approached Yahya with a small run and took the young man's hand to follow him.

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"Ilyas, I've never been to a place like this in my life!" Said a man who kept looking down. The glittering flickering lights and the thumping sound of music made his heart beat faster than usual.

"Sorry, I never did either! I'm sorry I had to take you with me! If you feel overwhelmed, I don't mind if you wait in the hotel lobby" Ilyas told his new friend. Meeting Acehnese in Jakarta at the International Conference makes it nostalgic. In just a few months they could instantly get familiar.

"No, we'll be out together when your mission is over! " Sahut Raafi patted Ilyas on the shoulder. They decided to sit in the corner.

"Wait for me here! I'm going around looking for Dara! "

"I'll also order a non-alcoholic drink for you! " Raafi nodded.

"Hi... want to dance together? " Task a scantily dressed beautiful woman approaching Raafi as Ilyas had already darted away.

"No!" Sahut Raafi firmly. He returned to playing the phone ignoring the woman.

Huh.

Ilyas. His eyes glowed.

At a discotheque in a famous hotel with a dim atmosphere, he focused his vision.

"Dammit!! Release Dara! " Tell Ilyas of emotion when he sees Dara crying in the lap of her ex-husband. Two girls surrounded the man giving massages on his shoulders.

"Curtain! Whoareyou?! " Snapped Dara's ex-husband. The girls stopped their activities.

"I'm her lover!! Release her!! You're no longer her husband!!" Ilyas pulls Dara. The man was surprised, but Ilyas was no less surprised when Dara immediately chose to hug him. He seems very frightened.

"I'll take him away with me! Don't bother him anymore! If not, you will know the consequences! " Threatens Ilyas to point at Dara's ex-husband with his left hand. He immediately led the woman who was still crying to get out of the room.

"I'll take you home" said Ilyas giving her a handkerchief.

"You ta... said a... I to. love you? " Dara wiped her tears. Hiccuped.

"You didn't misunderstand me, did you? I was forced to say that so that the affair with your ex-husband was over quickly!"

"He won't stop! He'll keep choking me! " Lirih Dara is down.

"Later we will think of the best solution! What matters is that you're safe with me now! " Said Ilyas is calming. He drove his car out of the Ardh hotel. Co.

But on the way, Ilyas suddenly remembered Raafi who he still left in the discotheque at the hotel. Ilyas is determined to pick her back up after her dealings with Dara are over.

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Layla and Yahya stood looking at each other as they were already inside the bathroom. Bath up is full. Yahya continued to remain silent as Layla led her hand to remove the hook on her towel.

"Actually I'm so ashamed to do this, Mom! But for my sake to you! A p*rawan girl who had never been touched and touched like me threw away all that veil of shame! I hope you'll appreciate it" Lirih Layla. His words touched Yahya. The hand that had been on the towel turned to the face.

Yahya rubbed Layla's blushing cheeks. He went back to looking for g*irah. This time with more neutralizing feelings in his heart. This inner war must end. His resolve. Yahya leads Layla to the side of the bath-up. Looking into Layla's eyes, Yahya slowly pulled down the girl's towel. Layla's plain body was perfectly exposed.

Deg.

Yahya's soul rumbles. Unknowingly he turned his face away. Gamang yahya. He can't do it at all.

The memory of togetherness with Iqlima for the first time back ringing. Yahya could clearly remember how he led Iqlima into a bath-up filled with soap foam. How his mischievous hands roamed every inch of the woman's delicate skin with a crunching feeling.

How he wants it all. How Iqlima got him drunk until he couldn't stop thinking about her. How Iqlima made him go crazy over the feeling of love and then made him burn because the fire of jealousy also made him sick and hurt because of unreasonable demand.

"Mas, why?? " Layla slightly shook Yahya's body. The young man flinched. He forced himself to look back at Layla. Slowly Yahya's eyes turned to Layla's beautiful body which did not seem to have the slightest flaw there. Yahya continued to stare at him for long without doing anything. Yahya had trouble swallowing his saliva. Body reacts. G*appeared present.

"I'm yours, Mom! I love you so much" Layla mend*sah spoiled. Yahya just silently flinched. Impatiently, Layla took Yahya's hand, leading the young man's hand to be laid upon his body. Yahya sighed. Closing his eyes, he brushed Layla's hand away. Yahya quickly picked up the towel that was just lying on the floor.

"I'm sorry Lay.la... I can't continue this! " Say Yahya said after re-clad the origin of the towel to Layla's body without seeing it.

"But why?! Why?!" Layla asked in disbelief.

"This time my ard* appears, my body reacts... But it's not because of you! It was all because my mind and my heart thought of Iqlima... I don't want you, but I want her! I can't lie to myself or lie to you! I don't want to wrong you with my incompetence! From the beginning, this was all a mistake! I-i'm sorry! I really can't...! And I... I do not love you... absolutely not...!!" Yahya said frustratedly in a high tone. He came out of the bathroom and opted out of the hotel room after ruffling his hair rough by leaving Layla agape. The girl was really shaken. Re-wearing her clothes, Layla tries to chase after Yahya.

Mas Yahia... My Yahya... My Yahyaku cannot go! Layla on herself. Layla was so shocked that she couldn't cry. Layla walks quickly to the exit but Yahya's cell phone lying on the floor interferes with her vision. My wife's Iqlima contact name is listed there.

"Aaaargh... Huhu.. aaaaaaaa.... " Layla's cry finally broke. He felt very failed. This time Yahya really treated her like worthless trash.

Praankkkkk

Layla threw away everything on the nightstand. It bites its short nails. World's collapsed.

Aaaargh, that useless human! I'll never call her again! Layla said to herself but she kept looking for contact names.

"Yes, what's wrong? " Ask the person Layla called through her dress across the street.

"Osman, get me. I'm mohoon! "

"I'm in Bustanul Jannah! Soon I will show my form in front of Iqlima, this is what you want, right? "

"You can take care of it tomorrow! Now, I just want you to pick me up! Hix... " Layla's cry is breaking.

"You're crazy! I have made a plan carefully! "

"Aaaaaa aaaa hicks! Whether you pick me up or not, I'll go! I'm gonna drink poison or slash my wrist!" Layla's whining with crying is getting worse.

"All right! All righty! I'll pick you up now! Send address! "

Huh. You crybaby! Spoiled! Just like his father. Hilman's grumbling is upset. He gave an empty fist into the air. The plan he had laid out neatly had to fail. Hilman had to use the second plan.

Ting Tong Ting Tong

The bell rang many times. Layla opens the door. Hilman looks cool with his leather jacket.

"What the fuck? You're really going to make this room look like a ship broke or intend to commit suicide?! " Tanya Hilman was astonished.

"Bring me from here! Yahya left me! He prefers Iqlima over me! " Layla said frustratedly. He could no longer think clearly. The event that had just happened was truly like a great slap for him.

Fucking yahya! It seems that I should teach him a lesson! 2 Years, quite a long chance! After this, I will no longer let you approach Iqlima! Hilman clenched his hand.

"Let's get out of here! " Hilman pulls Layla's hand out.

"Where are we? "

"You're sad again, right? So we have to have fun!" Hilman said, Layla followed where the young man was going. Has Layla surrendered to Yahya and Iqlima? Not at all. He just needs a new atmosphere to improve his mood and get ready for the next plan.

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Bruuuuk

Prealkkk

He hit a car in front of him. The car rolled to the left and stopped after hitting the sidewalk. The sound of broken glass is heard.

Hah Hah's. Yes Rabb... What have I done? Sweat as big as corn kernels sprung from his temples. He had no choice but to go down to check the condition of the person he hit.

Seen a motionless driver whose body was bowed to the stiur. The driver was carrying two young girls in the back seat.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

Brakes

A young girl got out of the car and followed her with another girl. Yahya did not remain silent. He opened the main door.

"Mas Gibron... Mas! " Call the girl.

"See, I checked! " Say Yahya deftly. He saw a familiar face.

"She fainted! I'll call an ambulance! May everything be fine" Yahya immediately took his salary. He not only called the ambulance but also called Rusdi.

"I'm sorry for my negligence! Are you guys okay? " Tanya Yahya felt guilty. One girl tried applying eucalyptus oil to the nose of a man named Gibran.

"Thank God we are okay! "

"I'm really sorry and I'm willing to take full responsibility! If I could know who you are? What relatives of the man driving?" The girl who smeared eucalyptus oil turned her head.

"I'm Yura, her sister is Gibran. And this is Hana, his future wife! You... Yahya's newly married, right? That time We attended your grand wedding"

"You must be like strangers. You're Mr. Sharif's son from the Global Group as it turns out! " Yura nodded. A worried look on his face. Hana, his wife-to-be had been crying without a sound.

After that, there was no more discussion between them. Yahya turned his heart upside down while continuing to recite and take up the privilege of trying to make Gibran sober.

I sinned. I'm guilty. God rebukes me through others. Oh Allah, forgive me. I am outrageous, absolutely outrageous... The heart of Yahya. Her thoughts were with Layla who she left alone in the hotel room.

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"Why take me to a place like this?" Ask Layla. His mood is getting worse.

"You should have fun! The sound of music and drinks will make you better" said Hilman.

"I never drink alcohol! " Ketus Layla's.

"Do you want to try it?" Ask Hilman.

"Alcohol is illegal! " Layla Midget. A year more in the pesantren a little more makes him absorb what is taught there.

"All right! Just let me! " Say Hilman. He asked for a glass of beer for the bartender. While waiting, Hilman's eyes shimmered. His pupils narrowed when he saw a man in the corner of the room.

Hid. The maggot turned out to be here! I think he's a hickey, it's the temperature! Sok alim, it turns out... Weepy! He's one of the young men chasing after Iqlima... Hmh... did he go to Jakarta to pursue him again? Hilman thought when he saw Raafi.

"This is your drink, sir! " The bartender offered the title Beer. But he had not had time to drink his drink, Layla first grab the drink and swallow it until it runs out while coughing a little. Layla doesn't like the weird taste. But when I recalled the name Iqlima on Yahya's mobile screen, he completely lost control. Hilman smiled.

"Mas Yahya's... Why are you evil! You're the most abnormal man in the world! You are a G*y, where there may be men who reject the charm and beauty of my body... Hiks Hiks" Layla is drunk. The smell of alcohol came out of his mouth.

"You're beautiful, baby. You're s*xy, you're making men tick" whispered Hilman.

You are more beautiful and charming than Iqlima. But I can't be tempted. When comparing beauty, Rose and Melati are not inferior to the artist of the capital, but I already do not intend to have fun with women! My main focus is only Iqlima... The jewel of my heart that has returned after it had disappeared from my grasp.

"You lied! If Mas Yahya is a normal man, why would he reject me?? Hahahahaha..hiks Hiks! I have to go to heaven to ask God... Yeah, I'm going to heaven, hahahaha" Layla goes back to drinking the beer that the bartender gave her. Hilman. He looked at Layla. The man glanced back at Raafi.

"The man, he knows the way to heaven, he's Yahya's incarnation!" Hilman pointed to Raafi. Layla raised and shrunk her eyes. The girl's sight blurred.

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This chapter is long... 2 Chapters to 1...If possible, there should be no skipped part, mommies, because every event has an attachment to each other... Maciii

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