Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 88: Want a Moment of Mending~

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"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!

“Sit!” Yahya's word seemed indifferent. Iqlima took his place.

“What's up?” Ask Yahya formally.

“Bang... I want to ask permission to go back to Aceh!” Iqlima. Yahya turned.

“Go back to Aceh? Wh-wh-what for? Why suddenly?” Yahya frowned.

“It's been more than 2 years I've been here.. I want to visit Nyakwa and pilgrimage to Father's tomb, Ummi is also grandfather! Alhamdulillah now also again holiday semester” Sahut Iqlima behave accordingly. Yahya seemed to think and then took a cell phone and contacted his assistant.

“Rus, try to see my empty schedule in the near future!” Yahya's Word.

“Sorry Gus, because Gus has taken too much wedding leave then the schedule for this month is fully filled until next month!” Rusdi from across. Yahya nodded and closed the conversation unilaterally.

“Good. We will return to Aceh next month!”

“Bang.. I'll just go home by myself.. I also want to ask permission to go home for a while.. Maybe until entering the upcoming new school year” said Iqlima lowered his head.

Sreeettt

Yahya pushed back the chair he was sitting on to the back.

“What is this? Why suddenly..” Yahya rise to his feet.

“Nothing bang, I just miss my homeland! I also want to see Maryam.. I miss Aceh cuisine, homesickness.” Sahut Iqlima lied. Even though Aceh is his homeland, if not because he was forced to actually have enough trauma to return there.

“Good... 2 days.. I will give you 2 days... You will be accompanied by Mbak Rina as well Mang Shaleh!” Say Yahya presses the phone button on the table to contact someone to book a ticket.

“Tu.. Wait a minute... 2 days is too short, Bang!”

“3 days.. Then 3 days! Okay? Deal?” Yahya tried to be wise.

“A... I plan to spend a month there” Iqlima said bluntly. He held back his tears from coming out. Yahya sighed.

“One month? Do you want to give up your obligations?” Yahya Argument.

“Ke... Liabilities?”

“I think you already understand and understand what the wife's obligation to her husband is!” Syndicate Yahya. Iqlima.

“If now, tomorrow or the day after you want to go back to Aceh, then I can only give you permission for three days. But if you want to take a longer vacation, then we'll be home together next month!” Yahya said firmly.

What's the matter? Why is he avoiding me? Staring at me was reluctant too. Thought Yahya who kept paying attention to the strange gurgle of Iqlima. His wild eyes went down every inch of Iqlima's face and lingered there. But then he woke up and rubbed his face.

“There again?”

“Eh yes?” Iqlima.

“What do you want to say again? If there's nothing you want to talk about anymore then come out!” Smoothen Yahya. He sat down again, taking the document and pretending to flip it around to look busy.

“Ha? I... Yes... A.. I excuse you..” Sahut Iqlima stood up. But he was silent even.

“Why again? Did you miss me so much that you didn't want to get out of this room?” Yahya is still flipping through the sheets of his documents. The corner of his lips slightly he pulled down formed a smile. Iqlima was still glued to his place.

“Just tell the truth that you want to linger looking at me, want to touch my handsome face and want to touch the part...!”.

Sets

Not yet finished Yahya spoke, Iqlima had walked over and leaned his body towards Yahya to make him able to smell the natural scent of Iqlima's distinctive body. Instantly Yahya fell. He longs for the fragrance that can always make him crazy. Not only that, but the smell of her hair was too. Iqlima held her veil in order not to move as she slightly bent over. But the movement even makes the neckline visible until Yahya has difficulty swallowing saliva. Yahya leaned his face closer.

Sreeets

Almost the young man welcomed Iqlima's body into his lap, but Iqlima instead took the documents Yahya held.

“I know bang Yahya is a very smart person to be able to read complicated documents with the reverse position. However. As smart as any brother, read these documents in a good and correct position. Because I am worried... if this is the case.. Minus in the eyes of brother will increase!” Iqlima said relaxed but full of emphasis with perfect rhythm. She returned the documents to Yahya's hands with her chin raised to the top, causing her husband to shake. Yahya.

“Then I'm sorry!” Iqlima continued.

“Dik Ima... Wait!” Call Yahya. He couldn't just let the woman go. Iqlima should end what he started.

“Dik Ima... Dik Ima...” Yahya chasing Iqlima to the outside door. Iqlima had to stop his steps. At the same time, Hajjah Aisyah and Layla came closer.

“Nak Yahya.. Wan Abud from Iraq gives you a wedding gift!” Said Hajjah Aisyah who deliberately offered the potion she held. Hajjah Aisyah Glanced at Iqlima who stood not far from them.

“What is this mi?” Ask Yahya reluctantly.

“Read!” Hajjah Aisyah's. Yahya read it lazily.

“M... Mi, Yahya don't need this!!” Say Yahya by closing the row of his front teeth. He was really surprised to return the potion to the hands of Hajjah Aisyah with a red face.

“There's no harm in you and son Layla trying this great potion, son! This section is a gift.. And commonly used by married couples in the Middle East” Sergeh Hajjah Aisyah.

“Iya mas,, we try it later tonight yuk!” Take spoiled Layla. He who had originally stood beside the hajjah of Aisyah now wrestled spoiled in Yahya's arms.

Sreet

Seeing their intimacy and harmony, Iqlima immediately left without permission. Secretly his tears fell again.

“Iqlima..” Call Yahya.

“Basic kids today! Don't know manners!!” Hardik Hajjah Aisyah. Silently Layla smiled raising her eyebrows next to the top.

“You should be able to teach courtesy to your wife, Yahya! Look how he behaved! The more days it gets! If necessary give him a punishment so he knows himself!” Say Hajjah Aisyah with a high tone.

“But mi... Iqlima it..”.

“Let's take me to my room, Mas! My body aches all night outside alone. I catch wind” Layla is spoiled. Yahya had not yet finished his sentence, Layla had cut off the unilateral conversation by previously glaring at Hajjah Aisyah.

“Already, enter your room.. considering the attitude of the woman my blood tension can rise rapidly! Huh!” Hajjah Aisyah's complaint passed while holding her head. Yahya could only sigh.

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The Underground Room of the Kingdom of Arya Pranawa

Accompanied by two beautiful ladies dressed in min*m. Arya sips coffee and eats snacks enjoying the view in front of her with a smile that continues to expand. This cold-blooded iron-armed man seemed to enjoy it very much. The girls who were beside him also kept massaging his shoulders while occasionally their flaky hands crept to the other parts.

Aaaargh

Aaaargh

Hilman's moans filled the stuffy room. Fortunately, Arya did not order his men to cut the smooth face of the operation.

Aaaargh

Aaaargh

Sreeets

Arya raised her hand ordering the executioners to stop. He rose from his singa.

Tap Tap Tap

“You filial son. I chose to torture you to replace Din's son of a bitch! He's a master con! You bastards!!! If you get tortured, maybe Din will understand who he's dealing with!” Tukas Arya was violent while pulling strongly Hilman's hair.

“Continue torture!!! Video and send it to Ampon Din!!” Arya said fiercely with a thunderous voice.

Plaaaakkk

Aaaaaaaaaaaarg

“Se... S... Stop!” Pinta Hilman was helpless with the remnants of the power she had.

Braakkk

Aaaargh

Braakkk

The executioners did not hear Hilman's call and tortured him even more.

I can't die silly like this. I even fought to get Iqlima. I can't die. Iqlime.... Wait-wait....

“Sss... Stopp! A.. I promise...” Hilman said still trying. Hearing the word promise, Arya raised her hand. The executioners automatically stopped the torture.

“Give me two weeks... Yes... two weeks!” Lirih Hilman is struggling.

“I've repeatedly given Din the trust!” Sahut Arya does not want a stale base.

“Give me two weeks to go back to Aceh, then all the land will change in your name!” Hilman's promise of trouble speaking.

“Hahahaha.. I am Arya Pranawa…. The most powerful man... I'm the greatest 🎶🎶🎶 Hahahaha” Arya kicked.

“If you fail, I will not hesitate to send you and Ampon Din to hell!” Aryan Threatened. Hilman nodded weakly.

“Hahahaha... His abundant natural results will go into my pockets! With modern technology and advanced tools, I will cultivate all his natural wealth into the coffers of the dollar ahahahaha” Arya nodded with satisfaction. He felt that Hilman was more reliable than Ampon Din who still felt sorry for the villagers.

“What about the villagers there sir? They'll be homeless!” Ask one of the assistants to vent.

“Stupid! What care? I have not planned to set up a home for the homeless! Hahahaha” Sambar Arya's.

“You! Give him a lesson! He is so presumptuous!!!” Arya continued to say.

“Tuaan, ampuuun sir…. Aging..”

Hahahaha

Hahahaha

***

Bruug

Iqlima picked up the suitcase and put it down a little hard while crying.

You idiot! Why should I cry? You shouldn't be crying! Hardik Iqlima on himself. He rubbed his flowing tears while removing his gamis from the closet.

“Iya... I'm fine! I won't cry anymore! Yes yes... is a reasonableness that occurs between husband and wife if each other is sweet with each other.. Yes.. I am fine and will not cry..!” Iqlima said with determination. But suddenly, though,

“Huaaa... Hiks hiks huaaaaaaaa!" Iqlima was crying even louder. The eyes that were still spitting out water completely betrayed him. Iqlima sobbed.

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Chequelek

Sri came in with a drink tray. He was surprised to see Iqlima crying with his suitcase.

“Nona, what's wrong, miss? Why did miss pack the lady's things?? Do not go now miss... I mohoon..” Sri joined in crying on her knees after putting her tray on the nightstand.

“I've asked permission bang Yahya to go home to Aceh, Ma'am!” Said Iqlima wiping his tears.

“Gus Yahya allows?!” Ask Sri in a high voice. Then he shut his mouth noticing his impoliteness.

“Ma.. Sorry miss”

“It's okay mbak.... Bang Yahya allowed it. Bang Yahya gives time for 3 days!”

“Alright miss, thank God that Gus Yahya allowed it. Miss is under the supervision of Gus Yahya, then I feel relieved!” Sri Lankan.

“Please mbak Sri order tickets yes! Now it seems like bang Yahya is busy and can not be disturbed!”

“Good miss, I will book a ticket to go and go home!”

“Tiket go only! For the return ticket.., Hmh... Later I will order by myself.. I am still not sure I will go home after 3 days!” Iqlima.

“But miss..”.

“Later I will persuade bang Yahya to give me longer time, hm?”

I can't stay in this Bustanul Jannah any longer. My chest feels tight. My soul is not healthy. I'm so tired. I had to pull over for a bit to breathe the air out there to refresh my tired mind.

Mariam... Yeah, I need to see Maryam...

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