Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 87: The Raging Feelings

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In the middle of the road, someone intercepted the car that Hilman was driving. He had to brake suddenly.

Tuk

The sound of the soles of the shoes from the car that intercepted him was heard breaking the silence. A man with black eyes came out of his car with a stick.

Mr.. Arya? What's the matter? Lothawat! I can be late to see Iqlima! Hilman frowned. It came out without any instructions.

Brakkkk

Arya floated her wand to Hilman's calf. At his direction, two assistants held his hands and shoulders to keep from resisting.

“Tu, Mister... What was my mistake?” Hilman did not understand. He groans in pain.

“Ringkus him! Enter into the basement for interrogation!” Aryan's word is without a stale base.

Ru... The basement? Hilman's fur stands. Because the room is commonly used Arya to torture the disbelieving men.

“Master, what is my mistake? Release him! Please release!” Hilman thrashed politely but Arya did not pester him. Like a cold-hearted dictator, the mature man went back into his car. They split the pitch of the night towards the destination as already mentioned.

“I have to go back to the discotheque! I left Raafi alone there!” Ilyas said after delivering Dara back to her apartment.

“A... I'm afraid Bram will come here terrorizing me!” Said Dara with a face. He held onto Ilyas' wrist which was quickly pushed aside by the young man.

“I'll send some assistants to stand guard! Dara, we are really good friends. But we're not mahram. Please take care of your attitude! I'm sorry!” Ilyas said. Dara. He looked at Ilyas's back away.

“Ilyaas... Wait..” Call Dara chase after her.

“Ilyaa... Just sec... ”

"What's wrong?" Ilyas.

“Help me apologize to Yahya. For the past few years, I have been distressed and haunted by my guilty feelings for her” Pinta Dara.

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Raafi woke up from the morning sunlight that entered through the slightly open curtain gap. He squirmed and slowly opened his eyes.

Sreet

Raafi.

“Wire! I have not yet performed the shajar prayer!” Raafi murmured in panic as he glanced at the clock on the wall of the room. At 08:00 in the morning. He really is bad luck. With a quick movement Raafi opened the blanket that covered his body. But Raafi's eyes were opened. Now he does not wear a thread.

Raafi remembers what happened last night. Cold sweat began to pour. He sank. Raafi could remember all the sins he had committed. How last night he met a beautiful girl who was drunk under the influence of alcohol. Her throat was blocked when she remembered that the girl was still holy and she was not a comfort woman.

How'this? Raafi ruffled his hair. His eyes caught the patches of blood left on the white sheets they had occupied last night. Raafi's tears began to pour out. He looked around. Blank. The girl was no longer in the room.

Where's she? I have committed a great sin! I fornicate! I have desecrated a girl! I am submissive and enslaved by my own lust! I spent many years studying religion... Astaghfirullah. Iqlima's face suddenly appeared and just flashed across his mind. Raafi felt guilty and hated himself. It felt like he was a traitor. Raafi fails to maintain the sanctity of himself and the girl. All harm. He really did it in a conscious state.

Layla's. Her name is Layla! Where's she? I have to find her! In a feeling of dread, Raafi wrapped the blanket on his body. He rushed into the bathroom with a shaky step.

Braaakkk

In a different place, Yahya opened the main door of the Zakaria hajj residence with a single loud bang. His eyes glowed. He saw Iqlima coming out of the main room staring at him with a frown. Yahya also saw the assistants passing by.

“Mbak Sri, did Mbak Sri see Layla?” Yahya asked with a worried face. Since last night after he had settled his affairs with the Gibran family, Yahya no longer found Layla in the hotel room. There were only broken glass fragments and broken items. Yahya can understand if Layla is angry with him. His attitude has been outrageous.

“No... Miss Layla is in her room, Gus!” Sahut Sri glanced at Iqlima. Yahya darted straight into Layla's room. Iqlima stared at Yahya who did not understand his existence. His heart returned. Sri again glanced at Iqlima who this time held his chest. The assistant trust Hajjah Aisyah can only look down to see the household chaos that feels stifling.

Chequek.

Yahya opened the room door. His eyes glazed over seeing Layla who was crying and roaring in the corner. The situation is so sad. Ruffled hair, shapeless tangled clothes. Layla curled up holding both her knees trembling. He's as hot as. Yahya is not. A great feeling of guilt engulfed his soul. Slowly Yahya approached. With one full motion he brought Layla into his arms.

“Release! Aaaa aaaa... Hiks hiks... Release!!” Layla thrashed uncontrollably. But Yahya hugged him tightly.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry..” Bisik Yahya regretted.

“Release!!! I feel disgusted by my body! I hate myself!! Aaaa.. aaaaa..” Layla is thrashing.

This time my passion came up, my body was in action. But it wasn't because of you! It's all because my mind and my heart think of Iqlima!

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said such inappropriate words! I'm sorry.. I'm really sorry!” Yahya said sincerely full of regrets. Layla was silent. He sculpted. In the midst of the immortality that had engulfed his soul, Layla digested the words that Yahya had spoken.

Mas Yahya apologized? Why is Yahya apologizing? Inner Layla wondered. He thought hard still.

Damn fucking jerk!!! Hilman and that young man must rot in hell!!! Layla secretly clenched her hands.

“Mas... Ja... don't leave me.. Never leave me alone.. Don't make me feel so despicable and feel bad!” Lirih Layla's. This time he returned Yahya's embrace. Layla put it there. Yahya nodded.

“I promise... I will no longer leave you..” Sahut Yahya is sad. Layla smiles. At least, he can still smile in the midst of the raging feelings that befell him since the early morning he was awake.

What's this smell? Yahya's nose detects a foreign scent on Layla's body that makes her feel dizzy. It stretches its hugging.

“Where were you last night? I searched everywhere for you to deploy a personal assistant but didn't find you. Until this afternoon I suspected you had returned home!” Yahya says get rid of some of Layla's hair that covers her face.

“A... I.. Hiks hiks...” Layla is crying again. Yahya awaits his answer.

“I feel so sad. Heart hurts. I feel contemptible. I feel I'm so disgusting.”

“Stop... Don't talk so. My wife is a noble and honorable woman. I am mistaken.” Sahut Yahya increasingly feel guilty.

“Anight a... I look for fresh air around the hotel and come back here by dawn”

“Don't be so again, hm? Midnight alone outside is not good for your health!” Yahya's Advice. Layla nodded.

“Then go clean-up! I sleep less, my head is dizzy. I'm going to take a break!” Yahya is rising. He walked outwards.

“Mas Yahya, where are you going to sleep? Why not sleep here?” Layla's words made Yahya look over.

“I want to rest in the workspace while reading the documents!” Sahut Yahya's. He returned to continue his steps.

“Mas..” Call Layla again.

“Ya?” Sahut Yahya's. With difficulty Layla stood up despite still feeling the extreme pain in the int*mnya. Layla hugged Yahya tightly.

“Why feet?” Ask Yahya astonishment.

“I was slightly injured last night…"

"Mas, hurry back huh!?” Pinta Layla spoiled. Yahya nodded.

Coughy.

With a quick movement Layla menci*um Yahya's cheek.

“I'm sorry!" Layla nodded and gave her smile. Then he watched Yahya's body disappear behind the door.

Aaaargh! Layla was crying again.

Ohhhhhhhh!!! Layla's heart. He regretted drinking Hilman's alcohol to spend a great night with a foreign man he did not know at all. Remembering it, Layla felt so angry. In a semi-conscious state, he can remember how the man and himself mengjam*h each other with great. In helplessness, they enjoyed it so much.

“Job!!! Goddamn bum!!! What if Yahya finds out I'm no longer a girl? How'this?? Can't! Can't! Yahya cannot know!! I don't want Yahya to be disappointed!!” Layla bit her nails. Worriedly.

“I have to find a way to cover it!” Layla said nodding. He ruffled his hair.

***

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

"Come in! " Sahut Yahya who was sitting with his eyes closed.

“Bang Yahya!” Call out the melodious voice that he had already memorized so much. Yahya jerks. This was the first time the owner of the melodious voice had met her in the study during the day.

“A... I... I want to talk..” Say Iqlima carefully. He bit his lower lip and twisted his veil. Iqlima was already unable to withstand the turmoil in his soul. With great difficulty, Iqlima ventured to Yahya.

Don't so... Don't act like that... Don't call me... Don't mention my name...! Please please! If you do, I can forget myself and go back to neglecting my duties!

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