Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 97: Votes Exceed Expectations

Open Field

"Fathers, ladies and gentlemen.this is my temporary home for all of you! I will think of a way to reclaim your rights to the land of Krueng Lam Kareung! Your lands have been conquered and forcibly taken by kaphe la'nat 'alaihim!!! " The fiery Hilman Oration roars across the vast field. He who had given up all the ancestral lands to Arya Pranawa immediately turned his brain to turn things around. Like a flag, the rushing wind waving a long blazer adds to its authority.

(Kaphe\= Kafir (designate Arya, referring to the fii war spirit sabilillah in fighting the Dutch in the past, kafir here is only a parable to call the enemy a curse)

As a proverb once clutching the oars of two three islands exceeded, that is what Hilman now does. Armed with some money and assets belonging to Cut Buleun, Hilman provides simple residential barracks to accommodate the villagers. Instantly, he became a helper angel.

"God willing! syedara lon heaven God keu droeuh! " Scoff one of the residents. At least after their possessions were forcibly confiscated, they still had a place to shelter.

"Preh beuh Kaphe paleh!! Cute perle ta meuprang, ta prang! Kee hana yo kuh! Mate pih kahid Insha Allah!!"

"Prank!!! "

"Hambooo!!"

"Patience... Patience... Calm... Relax..." Hilman raised his hand up.

"True what you all say.we could have waged war, even if we die, then there will be martyrdom! I know the fighting spirit of the people of Aceh is high and never trembled like Teuku Umar and Cut Nyak Dhien! Also Like the eternal ancestor, Sultan Iskandar Muda! But my brother...if only dead is ridiculous, for what? We need to use strategy! He's smart, we need to be smarter! While we cannot report to the government for not having evidence, then we think of another way! I will always be on your side! Together we will reclaim the ancestral treasures forcibly taken!! Hail Krueng Lam Kareung!!! " Hilman's cries using toa not only filled the field, but also filled the niches of the people's hearts. Hilman is so good. The urgent situation made his brain work perfectly.

Now it's time to think of a way to win Iqlima's heart! Restore treasures! Live happily together with him on a remote island without the need to work hard!

Iqlima dear, your treasure is more than enough to finance our lives with~

While on the other hand, Arya sat down holding a large binocular. He monitored Hilman's movements with a cynical smile.

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Iqlima dragged his suitcase bag slowly. He was preparing to move to the boarding school to receive various lessons as decreed by Hj. Empress.

In a doldrums, Iqlima continued to step foot. But suddenly he remembered something. He paused for a moment. Before long, he stepped back. The memory made him step footed up to run small until it made Rina difficult to chase after him.

"Miss, where are you going?" Call Rina was-was.

"Miss... I am afraid that lady Hajjah will punish you even more! " Rina said giving a warning. But Iqlima did not criticize him. For sure he kept his feet. And by raising both hands with one pull, and,

Chequelek

Iqlima opened the door of Yahya's workroom without knocking it first. He was ready to say something that he thought was very important. But how surprised Iqlima because it turns out Layla is also there.

Deg.

Iqlima. Instantly he seemed to lose energy when he saw Yahya's hand gripped the girl's slim waist by staring intensely at both beautiful eyeballs. Their faces were so close. Maybe if a few seconds longer Iqlima opened the door, they had been grappling.

The surprised Lina also quickly retreated behind the wall. With trembling hands Iqlima again closed the two doors that he had previously opened so enthusiastically and quickly fled. Yahya and Layla who had already seen Iqlima immediately improved their standing position.

"Layla, be careful next time! If you act like that, you'll really hit the corner of the table! " Yahya's words warn Layla's carelessness. He immediately rushed away.

"Mas... Where?!" Layla asked in a annoyed tone. Those who know the answer cannot ask.

When did you stop watching him?! Aharghh!!! Layla clenched her hands tightly. But suddenly he staggered. Layla is feeling dizzy. He was holding on to the corner of the table.

I seem to be dizzy from being too fed up with that unlucky woman!! Let Layla who chose to sit for a moment in the chair. Not only dizzy, suddenly he felt nauseous.

Srett

Yahya pulled Iqlima's arm until the girl turned to face him.

"What's wrong? " Tanya Yahya flat. Iqlima sent Rina to the boarding school first. Yahya's question really made him sad. Her husband knew they were going to separate. Although only for a while, their separation seemed to mean nothing to Yahya.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Yahya and Layla's time together! "

"I don't like being stale, Iqlima! What's the matter with you meeting me? " Tanya Yahya glanced at the large suitcase on the floor. Iqlima re-imagined the scene that had just happened in plain sight. His chest rumbled back.

"I was forced to meet Bang Yahya to make one wish! " Reply Iqlima.

By compulsion? Yahya squinted his eyes.

"Right now only bang Yahya can help! Bang Yahya is the man. God sent bang Yahya to be a helper! " Say Iqlima twisted his veil. Yahya frowned without saying anything.

"That's all? Is that all?" Yahya nodded expressionlessly. He tries to be as normal as possible. Actually Yahya was so burned to hear Iqlima's request. Without his wife, he also tried to investigate their case.

"really. Ha. that's all! Te..thank you very much... A... Excuse me" Iqlima hastily grabbed his suitcase.

"Then after this, do you intend to live with him? " Yahya's question managed to bring Iqlima's footsteps to a halt.

"He again. Him again. That guy always rules your mind! Your body is here, but your mind and soul are herding so freely to her! "

"Dude...." Iqlima's throat was blocked.

"Don't whenever I come to you and you are forced to do your duty, then what you imagine is the touch he gives! In your eyes, I am him, right!? Your wild thoughts are herding him!" Like a flood, Yahya's piercing words simply flow. Iqlima gaped in disbelief. Yahya's accusation is painful. Much more painful than when he saw Yahya and Layla making out.

"Why silence?! Why?!! " Yahya go. This time he grabbed Iqlima's wrist as hard as he could until the woman complained. Yahya tried hard to control himself. But really he is not capable. Yahya failed.

"Good! This time I will grant your wish! I myself will deliver my wife to the man's face let you be satisfied!!! " Yahya said. He dragged Iqlima out.

"Bao... Don'tdon't... Bangs... Hix... Ampuuns..." Iqlima started crying. Yahya is like a lion whose fingernails and fangs are ready at any moment to pounce.

Nilam who suddenly came to their residence became shocked and astonished. Reckoning while watching Yahya's anger, he brought an envelope of letters that targeted the princess's cottage to be taken to Haji Zakaria.

"Where do you want me to go, Gus? " Ask the driver carefully. Yahya's face looks so tangled.

"No need. Let me drive myself! "

"Baa... Good Gus! " The driver handed over the key. The car quickly sped up.

"What's with Gus Yahya and perem... hmh... with that lady? " Task Nilam at the security standing in front of the entrance.

"Huss.. want to know Gus's business! Pamela! What are you here for, huh?! " Silent security is fierce.

"just don't know! This is a letter from Hajj Amiruddin to the hajj. The letter's on the princess's cabin! "

"Jas... Give it later! Go there! " Build security. Nilam can only make a sewot face. But at least now he has hotnews that he can use anytime and anywhere for his various interests! "

Ciiiiitt

Yahya's car arrives at the airport. He violently opened the door and dragged Iqlima out.

"Bang, stop! Where are we going? Hiks hyks" There is no other choice but to follow Yahya's steps which continue to pull him.

"We'll meet your mistress in Aceh! " Sambar Yahya's. Iqlima closed his eyes. Pantingly. Yahya really could not understand and did not want to understand his condition.

"Then..... "

Sret Sret Sret

Yahya just kept pulling Iqlima. The people who were at the airport looked at them with astonished faces.

"Ka... Then... " Iqlima's voice was so weak. It was barely audible due to the sweep of wind.

"Then DIVORCE is me! " Shouted Iqlima closing his eyes. But now his voice sounded so loud it exceeded expectations. To the extent that all pairs of eyes that heard turned their heads. Yahya stopped his footsteps. The clock stopped beating. Somehow a word Iqlima most feared just slid from his mouth. No load. So clear. So bright. Now Iqlima's chest began to rumble. He resigned to whatever decision Yahya later.

From the opposite direction, two different types of people came to them.

"Well, what did you do to Iqlima?! " Dara swiftly hugged her who was crying a mouthful. Ilyas who was also at the airport to take Dara smiled cynically.

"You want to waste it, huh? Hmh! I'm Ilyas... With open arms, with all of your soul and heart, you will easily be able to accept it! From the beginning you were not a reliable man! " Said Ilyas. He opened the leather jacket he had met and wrapped it in Iqlima's body.

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Sorry to update now~ Yesterday2 Alana is not healthy... Thank you to those who remain faithful and pray... Jazakumullah Khairan Katsiran... ✨✨✨

Contact: @alana.alisha.

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