The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 1 ~ Me, Wulan...

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"Wulan mute... Wulan mute... Wulan mute!!!"

"Wulan's deaf... Wulan's deaf... Wulan's deaf!!!"

"Wulan defects... Wulan defects... Wulan's handicapped!!!"

A voice of ridicule for the ridicule I always get when I'm at school. All my friends mocked, insulted and often even threw me with used food. I just sat there, sitting curled up in the corner of the classroom where I was studying. There was nothing I could do but cry and cover my face between my knees.

Their voices continued to echo and comb the ceiling of the classroom. They stood around me like they were laughing at a madman on the street and kept cheering to insult me. While the cornered me could only curl up my own body, as if seeking protection even if only a little.

"Let's throw this deaf and mute girl with used food!!!" exclaim one of my classmates to all the other friends.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

I felt the part of my back that felt wet because of the clear white liquid. They doused me with water after being content to throw me with used food they took from the trash. Is it as bad and bad as me in their eyes?

There's nothing I can do. I remained in my cowering position, crying as much as I could in the corner of the classroom. My uniform that was clean is now dirty, just like my dejection in their eyes. I am now alone in class. No one came to help me.

"Hiks... hicks..."

Silent and silent, everyone had left, returning home after being content to mock and dirty my clothes. My tears broke even more when I remembered the fate of my life that was born imperfect until everyone considered me contemptible and dirty, unworthy of being in this world. But is it wrong for me to live even if my condition is not as perfect as everyone else out there? Do I not deserve to live like a normal person? Have friends and hang out with a lot of people? It seemed like the answer to all of those questions was, impossible!!!

I'm Wulan, Wulan Prasetya Nandala. A 13-year-old girl who is still in the First High School. The little girl who had just entered adolescence but adolescence seemed to be extinct, like my imperfect destiny of life was born mute and unable to say a single word from my mouth.

Usually, children who are born mute are also not able to hear well, yes. Besides being mute I also could not hear so well that I had to wear something in my ear as a tool.

"Adek.. Let's go home and......"

The baritone voice of a boy suddenly sounded very loud approaching me. I raised my head and turned to her who was still standing glued to look at me in the doorway. The clear crystal thread still fell from my eye when I saw it. The boy who was the same age as me stepped wide, running towards me. His eyes were reddened to look piles of water inside there while looking at me pushy and pity.

The boy immediately hugged my body very tightly. My tears broke again when I heard the sound of sobbing the boy. He also cried as he looked at my homeless condition. Tangled, dirty, chaotic and messy unkempt.

"Aadk is okay? Sorry, Deck. I arrived late to pick Adek up for class. Sorry..."

The boy again grabbed my body and hugged me tightly. I could only nod my head because I couldn't say a single word to her. The gentle stroking of my head tried to calm down and give me the strength he had. I can only return his embrace no less tightly, looking for comfort in that embrace.

"We're home now, baby. Tomorrow I will make sure, if they all get a lesson that is worth their rude behavior to Adek. My promise!!!" she let go of the hug and cupped my face.

Hearing that made me so surprised, I didn't want a boy my age to get into trouble because of me. I quickly shook my head as I reached for the small note hanging around my neck and wrote something for her.

'No need, Mom. Don't report this to the teacher. Adek did not want Mas to get in trouble because of this'

The note containing the short sentence writing was immediately given to the boy who I often called with a loving call from a brother to his brother. Yes, he is my mas, my only brother, my best friend and my partner in every way. Quickly, he grabbed the note and read what I was writing. His face changed pias and his crystal feathers instantly fell down instantly.

"Why Deck? Not just once Adek got this kind of treatment, but repeatedly. I can't let something like this happen again" he said, holding both of my shoulders.

Seeing the affection and care from his eyes, made me feel a lasting calm. I tried to review my mainstay smile to melt her heart so that she would not do something that was not important to me that was always the subject of bullying. Kuelus, his hand still holding on to my shoulder, not as strong as steel, tried to calm him down. The boy of my age and very similar to me finally let out a long sigh, signaling that his emotions were slowly evaporating upon seeing my neutrals.

"Alright if that's what Adek wants. But if something like this happens again, Mas won't let them get away with it!" he said an emphasis while looking at me, as if to tell me that his decision was final.

I just nodded and smiled as I wiped the tears that washed my face. Before moving on, the boy painstakingly tried to clean my dirty clothes, wet and can not be said neat anymore. After that, the boy who was none other than my brother moved up and helped me to stand up. Not only that, he also brought my bag and poked my hand into his burly hands. Although he is still a Junior High student, but I think his posture is very good. He is tall, handsome and white. Not like me who is short, but still beautiful if said Oma.

We walked down a basketball court that stretched out in the school grounds. Every now and then the boy who was still holding my hand seemed to glance at me. But sometimes the glance was whistling with the glare of my eyes.

"Room..."

The familiar soft voice seemed to disperse the daydream of a faithful boy holding my hand.

Damar, Damar Prasetya Nandala. My sister is the only one who loves me so much. My brother always protected me. My beloved brother who always stood in front of me. He is my mascu, Mas Damar.

The owner of the soft voice seemed to step wide while opening his flagship sunglasses, approaching Mas Damar who was still holding my hand walking. Mas Damar also looked agitated when he saw the figure while looking at me. But with my sweet smile I was able to calm Mas Damar.

"Mommy... Why did Mami come here? Damar said, Mami doesn't have to come here to pick up Damar. Damar can go home alone with Adek." said Mas Damar who was getting stronger holding my hand.

The beautiful woman standing in front of me was Mas Damar's mother and that meant she was also my mother. She is very beautiful and always look fashionable because being a wife of the owner of the largest Cafe in the capital requires Mami to look like that.

"Come, Honey. You have to go with Mami." said Mami while struggling spoiled in the arms of Mas Damar on the other side.

Mas Damar could not refuse the request of Mami who had been spoiled there. We walked over to Mami's car, which was standing in front of the school gate. Mas Damar still faithfully took my hand to Mami's car and opened the car door for me.

"Stop!!! What do you want, honey?" mami Serkas who caught the motion of Mas Damar.

"Mommy wanted to take us home, didn't she? So as an older brother, Damar invited Damar's sister into the car first." replied Mas Damar while holding the door.

The look on the face of a beautiful woman who often called Mas Damar mami was flushed. His eyes that were covered in black glasses were now wide open, staring intently at me.

"No!!! Mami just took you, not the mute girl!!! So don't ever expect that Mami's going to one car with that kid. Never will be!!!" mami's toilet pointed at my face that was already frightened and could only fall silent.

In this world, other than my friends, Mami was one of my closest people who hated my presence so much. Mami who I always crave love and unfortunately, Mami who I always proud of her presence in my life, Mami who I always pray throughout my prayers. But Mami never kissed me and even hugged me. He hated my condition, which was born imperfect, and my ears were too thick to accept all the insults of men, including the insults of my mother.

"Then Damar won't come with Mami. Mami better go home without Damar. Damar can't leave Adek here alone." Mas Damar said, embracing my shoulder, as if he didn't want to leave me.

"If Mami says come in, enter Damar!!! Mami count to three if you don't go in too, then don't expect you'll see Mami again!!!" serkas Mami is getting louder and pressuring Mas Damar.

Unknowingly, my eyes started to heat up when I saw the quarrel between Mas Damar and Mami like this just because of me. I can't let this happen. Then I quickly grabbed my little hanging note and wrote something.

'Just go home. Don't fight with Mommy like this. Adek can't see you guys fighting just because of Adek. Go home, Mom. Let Adek go home by taxi or public transport only later'

The little note I directly handed to Mas Damar who was still struggling with his stance, refused Mami's invitation and stayed with me. But I can't let this happen. Looking at my little note, Mas Damar immediately grabbed it.

His eyes were perfectly rounded when he read the short sentence I said. Mas Damar seemed to shake his head, but I quickly nodded my head trying to convince Mas Damar that everything would be fine.

"One.... two... three!!! Let's get in Damar's car!!!" serkas Mami who was standing in front there, looked at me sharply.

Mas Damar looks very angry looking at Mami who chose to get into the car. Seeing that, I also tried to calm Mas Damar and told him to get into the car with gestures commonly used by children with deaf disabilities like myself.

"But Adek how? I can't let Adek go home alone. Later Papi can scold Mas for letting Adek go home alone." said Mas Damar who grabbed both my shoulders.

I just shook my head, giving her as much understanding as I could. It was fortunate that Mas Damar understood all the sign language I wanted to tell him so it wasn't too difficult for me to communicate with him. And finally Mas Damar collapsed and followed my request to stay with Mami.

"Be careful, honey. If there's anything, call Mas. The phone is not dead. Let Mas can track Adek's whereabouts." he whispered while cupping my face.

I could only nod and smile to follow my words.

"The room!!! Come quickly up!!!" mami Sahut.

I quickly pushed Mas Damar's body into Mami's car. Mas Damar looked resigned, his face was sad looking at me who was standing at the side of the car with a smile and waved my hand.

Mami's car finally drove fast, carrying Mas Damar and leaving me in the silence of a very hot day. Sunlight that is right above the head, is very stinging for anyone who is outside the house. I also started down the sidewalk, looking around the street that looks empty. Not a single car, taxi, public transport or motorcycle taxi passed by. Requiring me to keep walking up to the big road because of my school position which is in the small one-way street.

My feet kept on stepping, down the lonely sidewalk of the road. A silent atmosphere enveloped my heart that suddenly remembered all the words of Mami earlier. Unbeknownst to me, the crystal feathers from my eyes escaped just like that. My fate is very unfortunate, even more unfortunate than the fate of the life of my daughter who died 20 years ago.

Why does my life's destiny have to be like this? Why was I born disabled and different from other children in general? I murmured in a very painful heart.

My heart was sad, crying bitterly in silence along the footsteps I had been walking down the sidewalk since. There's no one I can meet right now. Silent, quiet and silent, even my tears that fell inside could be heard by the blazing sky.

"German..."

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How's it? Do you know who the dumb girl is? He is Wulan, who is Wulan? And who is the beautiful woman that Damar calls mami? Hmmmm, is anyone curious?

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