Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 92: Assemblies~

Sruuugg

Yahya threw Iqlima on the bed.

"I hate the traces of others being on your body!" Say Yahya took off the face Iqlima was wearing and pulled his clothes rough. Until the tear of the cloth is inevitable.

"Bao... Bang Yahia... " Iqlima tried to dodge and closed the part of his body that was open with trembling hands. Yahya brutally pulled it. He not only locked the woman's body, but also her gaze.

"Why? You mind? " Tanya Yahya was sad with reddened eyes. Yahya really locked onto Iqlima so tightly that it caused him pain. The woman thrashed. Iqlima was really scared. Instantly, the sound of Hilman on the beach Lampu'uk a few years ago like waving in hearing.

Yahya did not criticize Iqlima's rejection. He savagely continued to glorify his wife. The more Iqlima thrashed, the more Yahya forced his will. Anger, longing, a hurt heart as well as an unrequited love fused to hurt her pride as a husband. At least that's what Yahya feels.

You asked me what I wanted, right? I want you, holy-suckling woman!

Stop fighting! Otherwise I'll rip your clothes off! No one will help!

Hilman's words continued to fill Iqlima's mind. He did not stop fighting Yahya until the young man was able to strip him of all his clothes. As a burly man, it was easy for him to overcome Iqlima's rejection. An upset Yahya is completely overpowered by emotion. Till,

Buuugh

Iqlima kicked her husband exactly as he had done to Hilman in the past.

"I... Iqlime... Ka's...You're... Ssss Ssss" Yahya finally inched backwards. He could not believe what Iqlima was doing. The young man was clamoring. He grimaced with the pain.

Hhh Hh Hh Hhh

Sweat as large as corn seeds began to appear in the temple Iqlima. For a moment he was stunned and then realized when he saw Yahya groaning.

"Bangs.... " Call Iqlima come over. He was about to put his hand to touch Yahya's arm but quickly the young man brushed him aside.

"Bao... Ma's... Excuse me... A... L'm... " Iqlima shaking.

Ting Tong Ting Tong

Bell's voice rang incessantly. That means there are people out there banging brutally. Yahya quickly pulled the blanket threw him onto Iqlima's body. Realizing, the woman also quickly put on her clothes. Yahya who was holding back his anger the pain became even more upset. How dare an uninterested outsider disturb them in a private room.

"U... Ummi's? " Yahya muttered in surprise after opening the door. Hajjah Aisyah had a disheveled face and Layla was standing straight in front of her. Not only the two of them, Sri and the personal assistant also took part.

"Ummi followed after being curious to hear the continuation of his infidelity drama! " Say hj. Aisyah pointed at Iqlima using her chin. Iqlima looks up. He who will greet his father-in-law again draws his hand.

Ja's... So then... Bang Yahya told Ummi and Layla about this? Iqlima was disappointed.

"Ummi don't have to bother going all the way here! We'll be back in Jakarta this afternoon!" Sahut Yahya while buttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. Layla who saw the movement squinted unhappy eyes. A great thing like this has happened between them.

"Nobody returned to Jakarta before this matter was resolved! Ummi guessed you were indeed unable to clear it up! " Hj sarcasm. Aisyah while sneaking into the room. He also squinted his eyes at the messy sheets. Iqlima's hair tie was also just thrown on the floor. Hj. Aisyah took her seat by sitting on the chair. Sri directly massaged his shoulders.

"Sit down! " There is no one to dwell on but they obey what he has given.

"Mi, Yahya can solve Yahya's own domestic problems! "

"Yes. But Ummi already knew! As a mother, it is heartbreaking to see her only son treated like this! You work hard to take care of the company, give the best luxury to the family, while he? He goes on vacation to have fun with other men! What kind of wife is that?! If a case like this is allowed, Ummi no longer knows what justice is!" Hj. Aisyah. Iqlima.

"Why are you shaking, what is your defense?! You are so embarrassing!! " Layla spoke up. Iqlima glanced at Yahya. The man threw his face away.

"The photos and the video, you still deny it?! " Task hj. Aisha stood up. He held out his hand.

"A... I don't deny it... The photo is indeed true" Sahut Iqlima. Yahya smiled bitterly.

"But..."

"But I didn't expect the lightning-fast incident to just happen... I was too surprised to find out my first husband was still alive... Last night, we accidentally met... I was completely shocked" Lirih Iqlima lowered his head.

"Yeah, did you see? Who are you defending?! He has admitted who he really is. The color of her has been seen bright! She clearly told her affair by making up a story!" Hj cynical speech. Aisha.

"I'm not cheating, I'm not betraying Yahya at all! I just accidentally met bang Rais. That's all! I'm not lying. Really am! " Law Iqlima defended himself.

"Yahya, look at the look in his eyes... She still hopes for her first husband! Just let go of him! What's the point of keeping a woman not knowing herself like her!" Hj. Aisha continued to urge Yahya. Iqlima. Now his head hurts. He blank. His mind was dead-end.

"Based on disgusting women! Why would you go to Aceh if not to give yourself to that man!" This time Layla spoke up. His words did not lose.

"When you're a kara and you don't have anyone here! You arranged a meeting intentionally! It can't be!" Sayla. Iqlima's eyes glazed over. Yahya simply observes without cracking down on anything. Honestly, right now he is too lazy to argue or just break up.

"You are a cheap woman!! A cheap woman who betrays her own husband... Women are low maimapas...."

Plaaakkk

Either get the courage from where, Iqlima went forward and slapped Layla who continued to attack. Not yet had the girl finish her sentence, she had fallen. Layla then held onto her cheeks that were flushed in surprise. His waist hurts.

"Astaghfirullah, outrageous!! How outrageous!!!" Hj. Aisyah glared her eyes at Iqlima. He really did not expect the weak woman to dare slap Layla in front of him.

"He's the outrageous one!" Iqlima.

Layla who was no less fiery was about to rise up and retaliate Iqlima but he saw Yahya who was astonished. Layla fell back. Suddenly she became a helpless weak woman.

"I'm just defending my husband's self-esteem being trampled by him! Hiks hyks! That's so bad of him... Hiks hyks" Show Layla to cry bitterly.

"Oh baby.... " hjs. Aisha sees Layla iba.

"No manners! You are angry at him for being accused of being cheap, even though your behavior far exceeds his accusations! You have to reflect! We honorable people cannot accept a lowly class like you! Not only your poverty makes you low but also your morals are minus!" Grumpy hj. Aisha.

"Sorry Ummi, the accusations have been very outrageous and I cannot accept it" Iqlima's tears fell. Yahya was really angry and reluctant to defend him. He must stand strong on his own feet. The real foot is no longer able to stand.

"That's it!! " Say Yahya after the situation heats up in the end. He walked over to Layla.

"You okay, hm? " Task Yahya gently while helping Layla stand up. Iqlima. Yahya's treatment makes Hj. Aisyah.

"A... It's okay, mom! " Layla's voice is no less gentle. Yahya who had been staring at Iqlima immediately took a deadly look at him.

"Mbak Sri, please book the best room for Ummi and Layla... We'll stay here for a rest last night! "

"Baa... Good Gus! " Sri immediately went. Iqlima. It's really falling apart. Hj. Aisha led Layla out of the room. They act like two sickly patients.

"Now, tell me what you want... I promise I won't hold you back! " Say Yahya to Iqlima after the room is quiet again. Iqlima. He who was still covered in guilt found it very difficult to answer. Iqlima back down.

Praanaskkk

"Why silence?! " Yahya shouted throwing the phone on the nightstand against the wall. Iqlima closed his frightened eyes.

Braaakkk

There was no response from Iqlima, Yahya came out by slamming the door. Piqued.

After Yahya died, Iqlima slumped on the floor. Focusing on the edge of the bed, he cried.

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"Have you got the identity of that man? "

"Already Gus... "

"Who is he? "

"He is Osman Mughal, director at the Engineering Hotel Jakarta"

*Jakarta Engineering Hotel? Doesn't the hotel belong to Aryan papa? Who the hell is he? Why did Iqlima continue to assume him as Rais? I have to investigate!

Hhhh If he is indeed Rais and Iqlima happy with him, then I will be*...

Chequelek

Layla who had been in the bathroom was surprised Yahya was already in the room. He smiled them. Layla was so happy Yahya went to her room. That means Yahya chose him. Ahx had Yahya on his side. He who was holding a small bottle of potion liquid put it in a bag of pants.

"Mas Yahya's... Thank you for defending me! " Layla immediately approached and hugged Yahya.

"Even if the slap hurts so much, but I won't hold a grudge" Layla continued. He pretended to be a hiccup.

Sreeggs

Unexpectedly, Yahya let go of Layla's hand that was coiled around her waist.

"I'm here to warn you! Never mention Iqlima with such vile words! Never repeat it! " Say Yahya.

"Tbtt... But he cheated!"

"What happened between us, it has nothing to do with you! "

"He slapped me, Mas!!! "

"Stop acting like a weak woman, Layla! Behaviour like this only makes me nauseous" Sarkas Yahya. Layla shakes.

"Also.... " Yahya paused her sentence.

"Stop passing on news that's none of your business to Ummi! "

"I respect and will love you as my wife, I will fulfill your rights! Never go beyond your limits! "

"Now, do you understand?! "

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