Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 89: War, Chess Pieces

At 21:30 WIB. Yahya opens Layla's room door. The girl was calling someone. Layla closes the conversation as Yahya approaches.

Sregs

Yahya hugged Layla and led her to the bed.

"You ready, hm? " Tanya Yahya rubbed Layla's cheek as he had done. His wife smiled.

Is his heart moved for me? Layla thought still with a fluffy smile.

“Oh yes... Mas.... Where is it from?” Layla asked as Yahya almost kissed her lips.

“I just got home from work”

“Say the driver, the female driver went to the airport?!” Todong Layla turned sullen.

“Yes... Iqlima returned to Aceh this afternoon Sahut Yahya flat.

“Go back to Aceh?? Why?!” Look at Layla curious.

“Comfortably. Yes, yes, later the discussion. A... I... Hmh I want you..” Say Yahya sedukif. He touched Layla's cheek again and kissed her forehead and put her on the bed. Hearing the words and gentle treatment that were different from the previous nights, Layla's body seemed to float high. He smiled so happily. Layla not only let Yahya open all his pajamas buttons, even the girl helped ease his access.

“Am I pretty?” Layla asked whispered spoiled. He was so proud of the love he had. Yahya replied to Layla's question with a nodding smile.

Bismillah, forgive me Iqlima. Forgive me, Yahya secretly shed his tears. He again imagined the sad face of Iqlima when he had delivered it to the airport. The face looks so sluggish and fragile. But he himself has no power to do anything. For whatever reason, Yahya misses him. Really homesick.

Hhh. Yahya sighed for a moment. With trembling hands he began to touch the sensitive parts of Layla's body.

“Mas, why is that? Do this..” Protests Layla leads Yahya who feels so stiff. He deftly took off the shirt the young man was wearing and greeted him excitedly.

“I'm sorry... " Bisik Yahya's.

"We are husband and wife... I'm yours...! Then treat me the way a husband should treat his wife... Treat me with all your thoughts... " Layla said more and more*aah. He embraces Yahya by secretly taking a mobile phone nearby.

Layla secretly took pictures of them from behind. The image showing Yahya's embracing pose is m*sra. Pose that if anyone looked, would understand what they were doing.

"Se... Just sec... I'll drink first! " Say Yahya stay away. He took the water on the nightstand. Layla's words made her so awkward. He remembered Iqlima. Yahya.

Tit Tit Tit Tit. Clik. Send. Layla sends their semi v*lgar photos to Iqlima number. He secretly smiled with satisfaction.

Iqlima, if this triangle marriage is a war, then I will make you retreat before the fight!

If this marriage is a chess game and Yahya is the King (Koning/King), then I am the Prime Minister (Dame) who can kick (kau) pawns/pions from any direction. Because... I am the most powerful! Layla's inner murmur. His sens*ual gaze was prepared to welcome Yahya docked in his embrace.

***

Aceh, Indonesia

Bruuukk

Iqlima accidentally nudged a bottle of Aqua on a table in a hotel room after receiving a message from Layla.

"Miss, are you okay? " Tanya Rina was worried to see the change in Iqlima's face. He himself was asked by Yahya to accompany the woman until she returned to Jakarta 3 days later.

"I.. Ja.. I'm not okay! " Toward Iqlima tense. Slowly he again forced himself to look at the pictures that Layla sent.

Bangs... Bang Yahia... Iqlima's lips trembled withstanding the cries. Yahya is happy. Yahya found true happiness and forgot about it. At least that is what Iqlima is thinking at the moment. Seeing their portrait so int*tim makes the heart of Iqlima seem to jump out of place.

Iqlima was in pain, Iqlima was angry. Iqlima is hated. But he doesn't know who to hate. He quickly entered the bathroom and flushed his body with cold water there. Iqlima turned on the water tap to divert the sound and cried so badly.

Hilman's shadow would stain him suddenly just back into memory. The murder of Rais to his grandfather who has not made Iqlima more hysterical. He feels inferior. He felt so bad. Now he feels he no longer has a grip. He did not find love. He's alone. Completely alone. Iqlima slumped under water shower shower. He did not care about the cold temperature of the water.

Sets

Iqlima. Suddenly he closed the water. By wiping the tears that were still glistening Iqlima took a towel and put on a change of clothes.

"Mbak Rina's... I'm going back to the airport now! " Say Iqlima with puffy eyes.

"**... AT.But lady.it's too late...Where are you going?" Sergey Rina was surprised.

"I'm going to another city..." Said Iqlima packing all his belongings. Panicked.

"Miss, now we have arrived in Aceh and tomorrow we will go to the hometown as Miss wants! " Prevent Rina from trying to arrest Iqlima.

"I can't be here... Can't!! I have to go to another city...! " Sahut Iqlima with a huff. He really can't control his psychic condition.

"Miss... I will have Mang Saleh book a ticket to another city for Miss... Miss does not need to go to the airport... We're leaving in the morning! " Say, Rina panicked.

"Sir, I didn't invite you! Ma'am stay here! I want to go to another city alone! May I understand!" Tukas Iqlima raised his tone. He quickly exited the hotel room towards the airport in a hurry.

Mang Saleh's.. Yep. I have to contact Mang Saleh! Said Rina snatching the phone that was in her bag.

***

Yahya went back to Layla. He turned off the headlights and turned on the sleeping lights. Room conditions become dim. Layla looked even more ripe after stroking her shiny blonde hair.

"Come here, my dear... My imam... My heart's lover... " Lirih Layla. He knows how to make the opposite sex feel comfortable. Layla poses the most s*nsuaal. Yahya moved closer and lessened the distance. The young man closed his eyes to resume their sacred ritual.

With lips wet from dhikr and tasbih, Yahya intended what He did entirely because he expected the pleasure of Allah and merely fulfilled his duty as a husband. Yahya has married Layla. No matter what happens, Yahya cannot betray him.

With a face that continues to shine, Layla is ready to give everything to a Yahya. Yep. Everything.

Everything? Tu's...Waitaminute!

A... I'm not p*rawn anymore... How's this... Layla suddenly recalled the incident last night when she was drunk. His chastity has been snatched away by unknown foreign men.

If mas Yahya knows I am no longer a girl, surely my value will decrease and Yahya will be re-controlled by the actor! Layla's mind bit her lower lip.

"Bismillah... Ma's... Excuse me... Ii'm sorry... A... I'm gonna let this go! " Yahya's voice quivered in Layla's ear. He felt guilty, because from now on, honestly Yahya continued to imagine the wedding night with Iqlima. Imagining the woman, gair*h Yahya was actually present. Body reacts. His body lit up like a drum that was pierced.

Longing, impingement, Yahya is no longer able to discern.

"Mas... Stop... A moment! Waita minute!" Layla says stop the activity Yahya did. He pulled back the part of the clothes that had been opened.

"Hhh Hhh Ke...Napa? " Tanya Yahya nodded. The reverie is gone.

"I... I forgot that I was menstruating... " Layla told a lie.

No, I have to find a way to clear my name first!! Layla's inner murmur.

"A... What's?! "

"I'm sorry... " Sayla said. Yahya pulled back his body.

"Hm... Alright... Good night, Layla! " Yahya said pulling the blanket over Layla's body completely without stale ado. Yahya started to put his clothes back on.

"Wait mas... I can help you finish what you want even if you don't really do it" Layla said.

"I am fine. I'm fine, Layla! Go sleep... I'll sleep in the other room. I'm afraid I can't help myself if I'm around you! " Yahya's voice began to step away leaving Layla staring at her departure.

I have to call Iqlima~

***

Sultan Iskandar Muda Airport.

Hilman landing safely. Although with a body full of wounds, but he still had to return to his hometown for an important mission about life and death~ That is reversing the name of the village land Krueng Lam Kareung became in the name of Arya Pranawa. The middle-aged man wanted to expand his territory. His kingdom. The Great Dynasty.

"Come, hail Abah's hand! " Let the rose be with her children who are silent. Dumbly. Hilman had already stretched out his hand from half a minute ago. But her children remained in place.

"Come, Son... Bungng, Mawoe, Kayeen, Apui... Hurry up, hail Abah! " Tell the Rose.

"He's not Abah!! " Sahut one of Hilman's eldest children. They ran into his grandmother's arms. Hilman rose to his breath.

"Wrong brother... For the sake of that stupid woman.why have to operate everything!" The rose cut out her lips.

"You always look exciting... Ma's... War" said Hilman rubbed the lips of the Rose.

"www..." Suddenly Rose complained because Hilman pinched the lips.

"Close your mouth! The woman you call a fool is worth more than your pride! " Sambar Hilman turned angry.

"Ma... I'm sorry bang... But tonight you have to stay with me.... I've got a new way of pleasing brother" Whisper Rose sounded sweet in Hilman's ear.

"Hahahahahaha" Hilman burst into laughter.

Bruuuuk.

The sound of items falling to the floor was heard. A woman immediately ran towards Hilman.

"Braise... Nak Raisss's... My son Rais... Allah Akbar... My son is alive... Allah Akbar...." Said the woman is still chasing even though she is trained. He did not care about the things that were scattered on the floor

At the same time, Iqlima who had just arrived at the airport immediately turned to look at the mother's cry. Their distance and position are not too far away. But how surprised Iqlima when he found Rais who was also at the airport.

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