Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 95: Walking Smoothly Without Obstacles

Yahya dries his hair by rubbing the origin of his towel on the head. Just now he was going to perform the isya’ prayer service but immediately his attention was diverted to Layla who was sitting pensively by the window.

“Ma’af if I've been very rude to you” Lirih Yahya is not calm. Layla was silent.

“I... I didn't mean that.. Really!”.

Hhhh

Layla sighed. Yahya could see the look on his second wife's upset face.

“I'm not an item you only use when you need to. Earlier that... Mas treated me harshly.. Very kasaar... Mas tore my pride!” Midget Layla let out a tear.

“I'm really sorry..” Yahya said with regret. Layla's words gave her goosebumps.

“Sorry not enough, Mas!” Layla raised her voice.

“What should I do so that you will forgive me?”

“Treat me well! I'm just an ordinary woman who needs to be cared for and loved. I'm also a wife! Not only is a living born, I also deserve an inner living! This time I say, I am not an item that can only be used as an impingement material!!” Layla said with great emphasis. Yahya closed his eyes permeating what Layla said. Even earlier he could not remember anything, but in fact they had done unification. There was a lot of hope that he could not explain.

Ting Tong Ting Tong

Someone pushed the doorbell. Time and time again. With a sigh and sigh, Yahya opened the door of the room.

“Sorry Gus... I came with a report!” Said the assistant after the master came out and closed the door.

"Where's Iqlima? " Tanya Yahya whispered.

"It's Gus... " The assistant handed him a video that he had recorded well. By hj. Aisyah, the dramatic video that was in his grasp was left intact to Yahya.

"Thank you! You can go now!" Yahya said flatly after seeing the video. He stared blankly at the back of the assistant who disappeared behind the wall.

"Yahyeah... Wait, Son! " Call hj. Ayesha who appeared suddenly. Yahya who almost went back into the room stopped his movement.

"Where's Layla? Why did you leave the room?" Ask hj. Aisha meek soft.

"Layla's resting inside, Mi! "

"Yes, let's go into the room..." Hj. Aisyah nodded.

Yahya lethargic? Hmh... That means the video has reached his hands. History Iqlima will khatam! Soon Yahya and the useless woman will be divorced.

Alhamdulillahot... Everything is easy because of it... Hj. Aisyah smiled with satisfaction. His mind floated on the day Yahya would kick Iqlima.

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Early morning. Iqlima was escorted back to the hotel by Mang Shaleh in a lethargic manner. The shadow of Rais' capture by an unknown person made him tremble. His heart beats unbecoming. Together with Mang Shaleh and Rina, they fail to follow in the footsteps of the car carrying Rais.

"I beg you not to say anything to Gus Yahya about today's events! If even Gus Yahya knows, let him know through my own speech..." Iqlima's decree to Mang Shaleh and Rina warned that his and Yahya's problems did not widen.

"Okay miss! " Suage them at the same time. Mang Shaleh glanced at Rina from the front view. The car continued to drive until they arrived at one of the star hotels in the city of Banda Aceh where they stayed.

"Where have you been? " The familiar-sounding voice stopped Iqlima's footsteps in the hallway of the room.

"Will it be appropriate for a married woman to act like a night girl? " Iqlima closed his eyes. He sighed hearing such a piercing accusation.

"Layla, I'm not arguing! I'm tired!" Iqlima.

"You're tired of blending love out there, right?! Bastar bordel*r cheesy!!"

Plaaakkk

Iqlima slaps Layla.

"Slap on until you're satisfied!! You are indeed p*lac*r!! You're a cheap country girl who dreams of becoming Cinderella! You're frustrated because Yahya didn't bully you! So you play love behind her! " Tudge Layla with a stick. Iqlima chest rumbles kembis. Layla's words made it difficult for her to catch her breath. With a heart shrouded in anger, Iqlima turned around and chose to go back into the room.

"Your mother didn't teach you so much that you went wild! Your mom is as cheap as you! " Layla issued a final move to make Iqlima's footsteps stop.

"What?? What are you saying?! " Iqlima forward. He raised his fingers to strangle Layla's neck.

"Huk Huk Huk... " Layla coughed. Iqlima pulled the woman's hair with both hands.

"You can say anything about me but not about my mother!! " Squeak Iqlima trembled.

"www.... Sa... Sakiiit... Iqlime...Sa...Kits..." Iqlima is pulling Layla's hair stronger. The girl kept complaining. Before long, they fell on the thick carpet floor. Iqlima who was on top of Layla continued to hold her hair. Passing hotel guests looked at them with astonished gazes without anyone daring to break up.

"Feel this!! A venomous mouth like yours should be taught a lesson! Feel it!! " Iqlima lost control. He actually punishes Layla by slapping and pulling her hair. But for a moment he realized that Layla was in pain. Iqlima loosened his strength.

"Come on, apologize!! Ayooo!!" Pinta Iqlima who did not move.

"Huk Huk Huk" Layla coughed again. He saw Yahya's figure behind Iqlima with a red face.

"Iqlime... You gi. la. you can kill me... You're so mean... You're ruthless... Huk Huk Huk! " Layla said suddenly more and more in pain. Iqlima frowned, even though he had loosened the pull on Layla's hair.

"Liewe!!!! "

Deg.

"You all right? " Task Yahya with a worried look on his face.

"Ha.nya ka..rena a.. I admonish him not to pu..lang dissolves ma.lam... She would have the heart to strangle and grab my hair!" Layla said leaning on Yahya stammeredly. Iqlima.

"He's the outrageous... He accused my mother... "

"Shut up!! " Hardik Yahya when Iqlima was about to give an explanation. Jaw hardens. Iqlima. He was surprised not to get stuck. Yahya never banged him that hard let alone in front of the crowd. Yes, some of the hotel guests came out to hear the commotion. The tears of Iqlima flowed.

"Don't make a scene by making a fool out of it in the middle of the night! " Continue Yahya sharp. There was no choice, Iqlima lowered his head to hide the tears that could not be compromised. The tears just keep flowing. Layla holds a temple sign that her head is hurting.

"I'll take you back to your room, hm?" Yahya's words gently led Layla into his room. Not forgetting he gave a piercing look at Iqlima. Layla smiled triumphantly.

"Pack! We are back in Jakarta early tomorrow morning! " Ketus Yahya at last before he closed the door of the room. They left Iqlima alone in a state of siege.

"What's uproar here?! " Ask the security guard who arrived late. Looks like one of the guests reported.

"Ti.. dak nothing sir, just a little misunderstanding" Sahut Iqlima wiped his tears. He turned around by walking slowly into the room. His heart hurts.

Yes Rabb... Hix Hicks... Iqlima's crying broke again.

Yahya slowly sat Layla on the bed. After that he will leave. Yahya intends to read some documents looking for busyness to divert his mind that is already very sullen.

"Mas.... " Call Layla.

"Rest... You look exhausted" Yahya said.

"I can't sleep... I want you to accompany me... " Pinta Layla's. Yahya seemed to think. For a moment he came back and lay down beside Layla. Not to forget Yahya pulled a blanket over their bodies. Layla's approaching. Slowly he embraced Yahya who was silent without moving or making a sound.

"Mas... "

"Hmh..."

"I'll wait..."

".... "

"I'll wait... I will wait until I open my heart to me... " Clear Layla. Yahya is getting stronger. Frozen.

"... "

"Mas... " Call Layla again.

"A... I'll try it..." Yahya in the end. Layla's heart shrieked in excitement. All the plans and what he expected really went smoothly without a hitch. Layla could not help but praise her ability, attractiveness and charm that surpassed the average.

"Now sleep is..." Yahya's Word. He could feel Layla nodding her head at the chest of her field. Yahya himself tried to close his eyes. He hoped that when he woke up his head would feel lighter.

Iqlime.... Hhh... Yahya sighed before he finally fell asleep.

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"Raf... How could?! " Ilyas rubbed his hair many times. Since entering the early hours of the morning, he accompanied Raafi back to the nightclub only to see CCTV.

"I'm Khilaf" Lirih Raafi listless. He had just discovered the idea of finding the identity of the girl he had spent the night with after recounting the incident he had experienced with Ilyas.

"The khilaf?! You're a man of honor! You're religious! How can you do such indecent deeds*oh?! And you did it in a conscious state??!!" Ilyas raised his voice. This is the same question and for the umpteenth time He asks. Ilyas was completely inexhaustible and speechless. It could be that his classmate Raafi is captivated by an unknown woman just like that.

"That's Yas! All your tweets are only making things worse for me! It's all your fault too! If only you hadn't left me for that woman! If only you had told me! You also contributed to ruining my life! " Sahut Raafi. Ilyas.

"I'm so sorry... But regret is of no use either... To be honest, I have a dream girl myself... I have a dream of marrying her someday... I already wanted to express my feelings and wanted to seriously build a family with her... However Unbridled stupidity and n*fsu led me to destruction. I'm ruined, Yas! I feel like the dirtiest creature in the world! I don't know how to deal with how I feel about the girl of my dreams...I love her so much... But I'll never possibly have her again... He's like a diamond... While me... I'm just a dirty man again! " Raafi wipes away her tears. Ilyas rubbed Raafi's shoulder trying to understand and win her over.

"You didn't have to find a woman that night... If she could have you tiduuri easily, she would not have been a good girl! You're not the first... There were a lot of other people staying with him for the night! Let's go back and you can open a new leaf by repenting! " Say Ilyas when they get to the parking lot of the club.

"She's still a girl.. I'm not fucking a woman at night. He is still holy.. " Lirih Raafi looked depressed. Ilyas.

"After all... Even if she's a woman at night, why? The truth is that I have defiled him, so I swear I will remain responsible! I'm still looking and I'm going to get her married! I'll finance her and get her out of the black world!" Raafi opened the car door, followed by Ilyas. They get into the club and into the technician section.

"Hopefully I can find him. At least I should apologize and offer accountability! " Once again Ilyas was stunned. He was touched by the good intentions of his friend.

"This sir... It's a collection of video material on the date you mentioned!" the technician starts to rotate and speed up the video one by one. The picture is a little blurry because the lighting is not optimal but can still be seen well.

"Slow it here... The zoom! I want to take a portrait of his face! " Titue Raafi.

"Well, here you go, get a clearer picture! "

"Wait wait's... " Ilyas frowned. He patted the technician's shoulder.

The familiar face.

"What's up, Yas?! " Tanya Raafi.

This.... Lay....la?! Ilyas's eyes were wide open. He glanced at Raafi with a tense face.

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