Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 90: A Siding Destiny?

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Yahya went into the main room that Iqlima used to occupy. As expected, the woman's scent filled her senses. The Floral fragrance mixed with the powerful Citrus, for some reason Yahya seemed to be able to really smell it. Impatiently, Yahya sat on the side of the bed taking his salary.

The number you are calling cannot be reached.

The call from the operator made Yahya frown. Did Iqlima sleep? He must be exhausted from the long journey. Thought Yahya was massaging his temples. Undeniably, this young man felt disappointed. He was about to contact Rina but Yahya undid her.

Ck.

Yahya chose to go to the bathroom and flushed his body with cold water.

Iqlima... Why do you always avoid me? Yahya closed his eyes tightly. Water dripping from her hair.

Your diary says that I was the first one to make your heart move, but why do you want me to marry Layla so much? Why do you want to leave me so badly?

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

"Mas Yahya's... Mas... It's me Layla...!" Layla's beat disperse Yahya's daydream. The girl followed him into the room. The sound of rumbling still sounded loud.

"Mas... Mas... " Call Layla again. Yahya shut off the water faucet.

"Mas, can I come in? I also want to take a shower! "

"Awhile... Just sec... I'm almost done! " Sahut Yahya's.

"Come, like the Prophet and Aisha... Taking a bath together means reviving the glorious sunnah of the Prophet! " Push Layla.

"Yes, yes, but next time! I really want to be done! " Reject Yahya while reviving the water faucet to complete the ritual.

Huh. Stone head! Layla Grousers. He pulled over waiting for Yahya by sitting on the sofa.

Drrrrtt Drrrttt

The vibration of the cell phone on the bed disturbed his hearing. Layla's approaching. The name Mang Shaleh decorated there.

She's not the female driver? Layla looked unhappy. He quickly rejected the call from Mang Shaleh. Time and time again. Layla thought for a moment, He wanted to remove the ringtone on the phone but he was afraid Yahya was suspicious.

Wait, what's the matter Mang Shaleh these nights called? Time and time again? Layla seemed to think. He quickly contacted his men to monitor their movements.

Layla was determined to distract her husband from remembering Iqlima.

***

Sultan Iskandar Muda Airport

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 a middle-aged woman chasing after Hilman despite being teased. He did not care about the things that fell 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 he was when he found Rais who was also at the airport.

Bang Rais's? Iqlima muttered. He looked at Rais's figure with wet fists.

"Sorry Mom, I'm not Rais... I'm Othman" Hilman said politely. He knows who is chasing him. Ruwaida, Rais's mother shook her head.

"You're my son... You're still alive! " Ruwaida hugged Hilman tightly.

Ssssss... Hilman. The body was full of wounds due to the attack of Aryan executioner still feels sore.

"Say that an accident changed your voice and appearance. You look thinner now! Hiks Hiks" Ruwaida sobbed. The rose that was not far from Hilman could only stare at the drama before him with a cynical look. Iqlima slowly walked over.

"Suuttts Bang, look tuh... " Show the roses whisper. Hilman was surprised to see the puffy-eyed Iqlima already near them. The beautiful woman kept looking at him.

"Iqs... My qlima?! " Sweet Hilman is spontaneous. Ruwaida suddenly took off her embrace.

"Ka... You know your wife well... But why don't you know mommy, son? " Tears Ruwaida sounded bitter.

"Bang Rais's... Brother is still Hi... Lived on? " Tanya Iqlima let out a painstaking voice.

Seets.

"Hah Hah Hah... Miss, let's go back to the hotel! "Suddenly Rina came holding onto Iqlima's arm with a breath of breath.

"Bang Rais's... Why is this bang? Wh why? " Lirih Iqlima quietly with tears pouring out. He did not touch Rina's call. All the pain that whack increasingly saw the figure of Rais in front of him who was so fresh fit but had never given him news. Even though the dark events of a few years ago made Iqlima so miserable because of feelings of guilt and regret.

"A... I'm mom... Wasn't... "

Tap Tap Tap

Almost Hilman said that he was not Rais, but he saw his lover Cut Buleun was already at the entrance by waving a sumringah hand. Sontak Hilman walked over and faced Iqlima towards him to cover the view of Cut Buleun.

"Darling, we'll meet again... Because now I'm in a hurry... Meet me tomorrow morning at the tsunami evacuation building in Lambung village! Remember, you have to come.. Otherwise, I'll meet you! I'll explain everything..." Hilman exclaimed with eyes that were no less teary. More than two years of waiting, it has only now produced results. Destiny is on his side. Arya's threat to finish him off seemed to disappear instantly. Now there is only the spirit to continue living with your beloved lover.

"Rais. preh mak neuk.. wait mak...! " Training Ruwaida returned to pursue Hilman who was so indifferent. The middle-aged woman was still crying bitterly.

Ck. Palak my time! Rose's grumpy heart thud saw her husband being contested by many women.

"Miss, let's go back! I could have fired Gus Yahya if Miss was like this..." Bring Rina. Iqlima still does not. He continued to look at the figure of Rais who walked away even though sometimes the young man still turned his face back to see it. Hilman went with Cut Buleun after giving Ruwaida some understanding by making a promise to the middle-aged woman that she would come back to see him.

"No... Missy... " Rina who did not understand what was happening held Iqlima's arm in order not to chase after Hilman. Because like his Iqlima just keep stepping following the angel-faced young man but with a mysterious strange smile full of awkwardness.

"Bang Rais's... Wait for... Bangs... Bang Rais's..." Call Iqlima keep trying to catch up. He still wasn't satisfied. At least tonight he has to make sure that the young man is indeed Rais, the hero of his life. But Rina completely blocked her steps until Rais's figure disappeared into the darkness of the night, leaving Iqlima with a myriad of question marks.

Is she Miss Iqlima's sister? But why was his gaze like staring at a lover? And the hand grip... Lina wondered curiously.

Ti's... Not likely... Miss Iqlima is impossible.... Lina shook her head in disbelief. He was too afraid to guess. But the more he denied the interpretation of his head, the more Rina could conclude that Iqlima did have a lover other than Yahya.

***

Driiite

The sound of the door surprised Layla. Yahya came out of the bathroom already wearing a tight white t-shirt and pants an inch below the knee.

The movement of Yahya who rubbed his wet hair using a small towel made Layla bite her lower lip.

Aww.. To s*xy...

Abs are perfectly formed....

Clean skin...

Smell masculine...

Uughh... My Yahyaku has no two... Layla's heart was stunned.

"Why do you want to take a shower, why are you still sitting there? " Tegur Yahya wears lotion on his hands. Now he feels fresher. Although the headache caused by Iqlima did not lift the call from him has not fully recovered.

"Eh. yeah... I'm gonna take a shower... But in a minute..." Layla rubbed her nape and neck. Suddenly Yahya offered me a bottle of mineral water.

"Drink... Let it be fresh" said Yahya. Layla's face changed suddenly. Yahya's expensive attention may not have kept him flowering.

"Bukaine... " Sayla said spoiled. Yahya. The young man quickly unsealed the bottle cap.

"Makasiiih mas!" Layla said shrieking in excitement.

"After drinking, you should immediately take a shower.don't stay overnight. later you can catch a cold... " Layla nodded happily.

"Hm... I'm gonna take a break... " Layla nodded again. He gave his sweet smile by lingering at Yahya.

"Hm... I want to rest sen. self.an" Yahya said cautiously.

Deg. Layla turned her head.

"So you sleep alone here?! " Tanya Layla got up from her seat. Yahya nodded honestly.

"But why?! Why should it be here?? Why not in the other room??" Layla's voice is rising.

"You... You're coming again to the moon. I just don't want to... "

"The reason!!! The woman is not here yet, but she keeps thinking about it. What do you think I am?? I'm also a wife!!" Layla's anger suddenly exploded following with her cries.

"From the beginning I was suspicious... And so I followed you all the way here!!" Layla.

"Mas chose this room to imagine the woman, right?! Don't you want to call her and you'll talk dirty together!!" Sayla with her eyes on.

"Laila!! You're outrageous!!" Hardik Yahya's.

"The outrageous mass!! Why marry me if you only think I'm trash!! Whyyy?? Why did you wrong me??!!!" Layla slumped to the floor. Suddenly Yahya felt pity, Again a feeling of guilt enveloped his heart.

"Wakeup... I'm sorry... " The spirit of Yahya in the end. Layla brushes Yahya's hand. He still continues to cry.

Drrrrttt Drrrrrtt

The voice of the phone distracts Yahya. Iqlima may contact me! Yahya's heart immediately turned to see his cellphone. Slowly the young man opened the decorating message there. Layla secretly glanced at what Yahya was doing.

Iqlima is having fun with other men. Yahya's heart almost jumped to find pictures of Iqlima and other men holding hands and looking friendly at each other. Yahya's heart is breaking. Yahya.

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