Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 86: Up To Being Abu~

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

"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 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.

"Doooh!! He's not Yahya! My Yahya is handsome! Hahahaha" Layla again tried to raise her eyes despite having to bother with frowning.

Drrrttt Drrrttt

Hilman's phone vibrates. Someone called.

“Ya?”

“Master, I saw miss Iqlima coming out of her residence!” Report someone ordered to scout the Iqlima movement.

“What? Iqlima out? With whom?” Hilman's surprised. He stood up.

“Nona Iqlima standing alone on the terrace! I don't know if Miss Iqlima is going to leave or just want to breathe fresh air or wait for someone! Her face looked worried!”

“Good! I'll be there right now!” Hilman. He glanced at the unconscious Layla.

****! How'this?! Hilman seemed to think. People pass by and change without caring about their whereabouts. Hilman could no longer wait.

“Do not go anywhere! If you leave, you'll trouble me! I'll be right back!” Hilman told Layla. Then he left. But just a few feet away, Hilman turned around and returned. He quickly opens the jacket and covers Layla's body.

“I promise to be back soon and pick you up!” Hilman rubbed the girl's head. This time he left her alone.

In the corner of the room, Raafi looked anxious. Ilyas has not returned.

Huft. Where's d**ia? Raafi massaged his temple. The thumping sound of music and the scantily dressed girls made him feel uneasy. It's been almost two hours Raafi's waiting. But Ilyas' nose was not seen again. Raafi got up from his seat. He felt he had to get out of the room that made his head hurt.

Bruuukkkk

Raafi was surprised, a teenage girl who staggered hit him.

Hoeeekkkk

Then the girl spewed her guts into Raafi's outer vest and collapsed before him.

Haissi. Complain Raafi who immediately undressed his outer clothes. He felt disgusted. Raafi approached the Bartender and asked for a plastic crackle. The young man resumed his intention to get out of there. But seeing the girl who hit him still lying face down on the floor and not moving, Raafi undoes the intention. His heart felt pity.

“Nonaa... Nonaa..” Call Raafi out loud but no word.

“Nonaa... is nonaa okay??” Call Raafi again. This time he shook the girl's body a little.

“Nona... Build!”

“Nona..!” There is still no lawfulness. Raafi turned his body. In the dim light of the lighting, Raafi was a little surprised to see the beauty of the face that radiated from his face. His cheeks also brightened due to the heat of the body temperature derived from alcohol.

“Nona.. Miss!” Having no choice, Raafi patted the girl on the cheek. He looked to the right and to the left in case any relatives were looking for him. Nil. No one cares about them. There was only the sound of music, random dancing as well as the pungent aroma of alcohol.

Raafi was forced to lift the girl and put her to bed on the sofa. Raafi checked his phone repeatedly. Replies from Ilyas have not been seen. He was confused what to do.

Did I just leave him here? Thought Raafi sighed.

But.. If someone did him bad, how? Raafi massaged his temple. On the sidelines of the perplexity that whack, a spotlight highlighted towards the neck of the girl's level. An object made his eyes glare.

The necklace? Raafi brought his hand closer to take the necklace to read the inscription written there. Writings with Algerian shapes covered in glittering moons.

Layla's? So she's called Layla? Raafi frowned. The daydream was disturbed as the girl squirmed. Raafi took a handkerchief from his pants pocket and rubbed Layla's mouth that looked like a straw because of the vomit.

“Sorry for my sassness, miss!” Raafi was forced to take the sling bag that Layla was carrying. He ruffled there looking for a wallet to see the girl's identity. Raafi plans to take him home.

Ck. Blank. He just brought a lipstick. How'this? Where do I take it? Raafi kept thinking hard. While his head was heavy. The stinging smell of alcohol made him dizzy. He glanced back at his watch. It's 23:50 pm.

Sreeeg.

Suddenly Layla pulled on her shirt. The girl squeezed the end of her clothes as if she didn't let him go.

“Nona, I can't stand being here! I'm sorry, I can't possibly leave you alone in a place like this!” Raafi says lift Layla ala bridal. He put Layla on his shoulders.

I can't possibly take him to the Ummi Wirda Foundation. It would be too risky! He and the rest of the Foundation will think no-no! Thought Raafi when he led Layla out.

I'll book a room for this lady and put her there to sleep! I'll write a message on paper and go home!

Yep! Just like that! Raafi nodded to justify what he was thinking.

***

These are all consequences I must accept! I shouldn't have cried. That's my destiny! Iqlima said to himself with trembling lips. He denied all the painful feelings. But, unfortunately, his body betrayed him. Iqlima kept crying.

Sreeggs

Huh huh? Iqlima. Someone patted his shoulder.

"Miss, why are you here? " Tanya Sri was surprised.

"I just feel tired and want to breathe the fresh breeze. Sri has not slept? "

"I'm going to Bustanul Jannah. Let me take you inside Miss... " Bring Sri.

"Mr...."

"Yes?"

"I think I should give up! " Lirih Iqlima.

"Me... Surrender? " Iqlima nodded. Her nose is watering red. His eyes look so puffy. Sri speechless.

"I'm just being a prick here. No one wants me... " Iqlima said almost inaudibly. His soft voice was blown away by the blowing night wind.

"Don't talk so, miss... There was Gus Yahya, there was me, and there was Abah Zakaria! " Sergei Sri. He who initially wanted Iqlima to escape so changed direction. Sri thought, Iqlima should fight for his rights.

"Miss, Gus Yahya loves Miss... I can see it from the look in his eyes" continued Sri. Iqlima smiled bitterly.

"Miss must fight for Miss's rights! This time I want Miss to stay. Miss is the legitimate wife of Gus Yahya. The first lady. Not anyone! If anyone has to give up, it's not Miss! " Sri said holding Iqlima's hand. It seemed to reverse all the words that the woman had said.

"My existence is just an obstacle for him, Ma'am! I can't give you offspring either. Bang Yahya has got everything from Layla. Me and her status just married siri. We got married because we were forced and had no inner or emotional ties" Iqlima said, returning to tears.

"I once said that I would survive as long as Yahya did not divorce me. But as it turns out, I feel like I'm the most selfish human being. I'm just being an obstacle to Yahya and Layla's relationship. Today, when I saw her smiling sweetly embracing her so affectionately, here I realized, I was just a barrier wall"

"But Miss.... "

"Bang Yahya can get a clear descent from Layla as his legal wife in the eyes of religion and state. Layla is also the only person introduced as a legal wife to the public. They are the perfect couple and they should be. Bang Yahya defended me only because of pureness and humanity. In this case, I feel like nothing more than a mistress who only burdens his life! " Tukas Iqlima.

"Miss-na... " Sri hugged Iqlima tightly. Her tears fell.

"I understand what Miss is feeling... Miss sacrificed so many things...."

"Bang Yahya is not wrong! I didn't sacrifice anything. I just helped put it all back where it belongs. To where it should be! Our marriage was just a mistake "Said Iqlima withstanding the unspeakable roar on his chest. Sri felt tight. Iqlima's words about her status like a mistress had a point.

"Then from that, I will give up for the common good. Otherwise, I will destroy the happiness of others... " Iqlima paused his sentence. He took a breath.

"Also... I will break my own heart, crumple it to ashes" Iqlima said. Sri tereyak's.

***

Raafi put Layla on the bed. He had already paid for a special room for Layla to occupy. Raafi hopes that the girl will be human tomorrow. Raafi also took off his jacket. He planned to clean a little of his clothes that had been affected by vomit in the restroom first before leaving him.

"Panaaaz... Ssss... Panaasss" Lirih Layla who suddenly fumbled. The sound that was heard made Raafi turn around. Checking the AC temperature. Lowest point. The room temperature is very cold.

"Panat.... Panaaaas" continued Layla again ruffled her hair softly. He squirms.

"Miss... Miss is awake? Missy... " Call Raafi. Layla is still unconscious.

"Panaass"

Cryic

Layla releases the buttons attached to her body. Raafi's eyes widened.

"No... Missy... Ja's... Don't do that! " Prevent Raafi from holding Layla's hand.

"Mas... Sssss panaaass" The tightly closed eyes slowly opened. In a blurry look, Layla could see someone standing before her. In the midst of his helplessness, Layla gives a smile because her subconscious is detecting Yahya's existence.

"Miss... Miss is awake? " Tanya Raafi when she saw Layla's eyes opening slightly.

Sreeegggs

Raafi's eyes bought wide. Layla got up and pulled her clothes firmly until they fell on the bed. Layla immediately put their lips together. Raafi was going to keep his body away. But Layla's delicate fingers touched the forbidden part of hers. The girl looked so sweet. My eyes and body parts that some buttons he had opened so calling. Whispers from other realms make Raafi complacent.

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