The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 99 ~ Must Split

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"Aarrrggghhhh! Why has Zivana been so hard to contact since?"

The sound of Bima's angry moans, echoed. Throwing a cell phone to the floor until it broke scattered everywhere, making him more frustrated, agitated, thinking about how to get away from the police who were preparing to standby.

"There is no other way!!! I have to see Mr. Bram at Pak Gibran's Apartment as directed this afternoon."

Bima turned his head, looking at the round object attached to the wall, showing a clock that coincided with the late night time. Without thinking any longer, Bima moved. Grabbing the beloved black jacket then out of the room, leaving the room that has been ravaged by the anxiety of his heart.

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Drrr...

Eyes that have just closed, immediately open again when hearing the vibration of the phone located on the nightstand. Bram rushed to sit down, grabbing his impatient phone wanting to be picked up immediately.

"Sister... Brother where?" ask the soft-spoken figure of the caller there.

"Sister is still in Jakarta, Dek. Indeed why? You're okay, aren't you?" bram answered the sister's phone.

"When will I come home? I'm gonna have some chemotherapy in a minute, brother. The doctor said that if the schedule is pushed back again, the cancer in my body will get worse."

Bram choked, resisting the tightness that gnaws at the chest, hearing the deadly disease suffered by the sister will get worse if it is too late to handle, making Bram stuck for a moment, making Bram stuck for a moment, thinking of ways to persuade the sister who was persuading him to go home soon.

"Sister's coming home, honey. But not now yes. Adek don't worry, Brother will send money for chemotherapy. I'm sorry, if the chemotherapy this time I still can't accompany you." said Bram, holding back not to cry.

"Yes, Adek understood. My sister worked well there. Do not forget to eat, pray, and do good to people. Because we never know when we can do good again to others as long as our body is still united with life" said the brother who gave indirect advice.

Bram's heart melos instantly, how could he do good while he is currently planning another evil plan to help the employer, for money.

"Yes, honey, you're fine in the village. Don't get too tired ya." said Bram whose voice began to get out of control.

"Yes Kak. then Adek closed first yes, brother. I'm sorry Adek interrupted Brother late at night like this. Assalamualaikum Brother." replied the sister who hung up the phone.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Dek.." said Bram.

The short talk ended with the tears of Bram's famously quiet figure, more work than talk, now shedding his handsome face. The four-headed age, which should have been used to build a family, was instead used for evil.

"Strong Bram!!! You must be strong! For the sake of your sister who is in need of money to buy medicine and chemotherapy!!! You must be strong!!!"

Ting Nong's...

The sound of the doorbell of the Apartment room unit the employer again rang, making Bram move quickly while wiping tears. Didn't want the master to see his eyes wet, sad after talking to the sister even if only for a moment.

Bram came out, saw Gibran who had opened the door, showing a young adult who was none other than, Bima!!!

"Please enter Bima!" exclaim Gibran.

The Milky Way is sculpting, moving forward. Rushing into the Gibran Apartment that still remains the same as the beginning he came when the plan will run.

"Sir Gibran didn't forget, did he?" ask Bima.

Gibran commented a smile, grinning inwardly when he saw the obvious fear on Bima's face at this moment. No matter the fear of Bima, the important thing is that all his plans go well even though he has to sacrifice others.

"Of course not!!! I will help you!!! Therefore, I asked my assistant to tell you to come here!!! You can stay here for a while until the situation is safe again!!! And as for the next plan, it is better that we do not meet first!!! We split up to outwit the cops who were tracking us. Don't you worry!!! The police won't be able to find you here!" Gibran.

"Why should we split up? Wouldn't we stick together to make it easier for us to fight? Mr. Gibran... Not tricking me, is it?" bima said, looking at Gibran is quite suspicious.

"Hahahaha. There is no term of treason in my dictionary, Bimantara! If you don't believe me, then please come out and face the Police themselves. I don't want to interfere with your problems!!!" gibran said, looking intently at Bima.

Bima choked, his position was completely cornered. Forced to trust Gibran who made him hesitate for a moment, but if he turned away also will not make him profit, but loss. Being caught by the police is a nightmare that is always avoided by him.

"All right! I hope Mr Gibran did not deceive me! I keep all your promises!" bima said, affirming a heart that was suddenly overwhelmed with excitement.

Gibran gave a smile, grinning as he turned to Bram who had been standing next to him. Gibran nodded faintly, as if giving the assistant his next command.

"Then this is the key to the apartment. I have to go according to our previous plan. We... should... split up!!!"

Gibran moved, giving the keys to the apartment unit to the pensive Bima, grabbed a black jacket on the back of the sofa and sauntered away with the assistant. Leaving Bima in silence, letting her enjoy the room unit alone with nothing in the way.

"Come Bram! We gotta move fast!"

Bram nodded in submission, following the employer's wide steps out of the Apartment without a trace of anyone else. Tracing the backyard after exiting the elevator, heading to the car hideout that has been prepared by Bram.

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"Your clothes are a lot, too, Al!"

In another apartment room unit, Aifa'al was busy struggling with her clothes, putting all the clothes she had brought from home into a bag, I want to bring all the clothes back home and get into the original place.

Accompanied by Aiziel who just sat like a boss, monitoring the performance of subordinates who were busy doing work. While the Imam waited for the two in the living room, lay down a tired body, straighten the waist that often feels sore if constantly brought to sit.

"Because of you, we're getting home late!!! Daddy and Mommy would talk later. Moreover, it's late at night like this." said Aiziel, raving.

"Yes sorry, Mas. Al also did not expect that Al clothes this much. Though Al never brought this many clothes from home." replied Aifa'al who continued to work, putting his clothes into the bag.

"You never carry the clothes at once, but you take them one by one. Until your clothes in the closet at home run out." asloh Aiziel saw his busy sister.

"From Mas's constant raving like that, it's better for Mas to help Al. Let's get home quick. Honestly, Al is tired!!! Poor is also Uncle Imam who sits in the living room. Uncle must also be tired." replied Aifa'al, glancing at the mas who just sat monitoring his movements since earlier.

Aiziel snorted amusedly, moving from the sofa that had been the most comfortable place since, walking closer to the sister who was still focused on things, ready to be immediately brought back to where she came from.

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Ting Nong's...

Chequek!

The sound of the door opening drew Gibran's eyes, turning quickly towards the door, capturing a beautiful figure that sparkled a happy effect.

"Lad..."

"Davana..."

The little girl Gibran squandered, hugging tightly the papa who almost made him hang when he heard the story of Bima.

"We're going in first, honey. There's something important that Papa wants to say to you!" gibran said, taking off the embrace of the dear princess.

"Come on Pa!!!" answer Zivana.

Zivana, Gibran, and Bram rushed in, shutting back the door that was not tightly closed, letting Bram continue to monitor near the door. While Zivana and Gibran were sitting on the sofa, looking tense and worried.

"You're okay, aren't you, sweetheart?"

"Zivana's good, Pa. Papa why the hell, did not tell Zivana that Papa was planning something to take revenge. What kind of grudge makes Papa reckless like this?" cercah Zivana, annoyed yet more curious.

"Who told you that Papa's plan was for revenge?"

"Bima. but Bima also does not know what revenge Papa wants to repay. What grudge is there between Papa and his parents Damar and the mute? Let's go, Pa!!! Story on Zivana!!!" cercah Zivana, urged the father to tell him a story.

"You sure you want to know Papa's grudge?"

"Yes, Pa. Zivana wants to know."

Gibran sighed, before finally all the stories he had kept alone all this time were revealed in front of the princess, making Zivana's face flushed red, holding a soul-shaking anger when he learns that his grandmother and grandfather died because they were killed. Plus after knowing the figure of the killer, making Zivana even more furious even more hate on the two twins who became enemies in school all this time, who else if not the grandson of the killer, who is not the grandson of the killer, the mute twins Damar and the deformed Wulan.

Not only that, Gibran again opened his voice. Tell everything to the princess, including her evil plan with Bima. Yet...

"So what did Bima say yesterday?"

"That's not all right, honey. That child has already seized this opportunity!!! At first Papa just wanted to find out information about Damar from him, and wanted to teach his mother Damar and Wulan a lesson. But instead, Bima wanted Papa to do more, until Papa was finally caught by the Police." Gibran said.

A faint grin rose instantly, staring at the princess who was grumbling with anger, hearing her story that was far from the real events, twisting the real facts, he said, making Bima even more cornered in the eyes of the Police even in the eyes of Zivana who is very crazy about the child. Making Gibran very satisfied, not only revenge, the plan to separate the princess from the man could be executed simultaneously.

"Fuck you!!! How dare he take advantage of a situation like this! Zivana is really sorry to have known, even loved a disgusting man like him, Pa!" serkas Zivana was very upset.

Gibran grinned, turning his head towards the assistant, giving his next command with a faint unseen nod. Makes Bram nod, understood.

Hands that were originally dangled, raised. Groped the jacket pocket, grabbed a flat object that had been working since, clearly recording the words of Zivana who cursed Bima. After being recorded, the agile finger sent the voice message to someone who had been prepared to launch a malicious plan.

"Now you don't have to think about that kid anymore, honey. We need to get out of here. Papa will take you because Papa doesn't want you to stay here. That grudge problem, let Papa take it back for your grandparents! And Papa is so proud of you, son. You managed to trick your mother into leaving for Singapore. Yes, although Papa is very sure, that your mother will know everything sooner or later."

Zivana nodded obediently, hugging tightly to the father who had not been home for a few days. Said to want to go to Singapore, it was still in this city and was on a mission for revenge.

Brak!

Gibran, Bram and Zivana jumped in shock, turning quickly to the door, finding the whereabouts of a figure who was supposed to be returning from Singapore, after feeling tricked by Bram's incitement which actually comes from Zivana's idea.

"Kinan..."

Gibran moved, looking intently at the wife who was looking at him sharply. Long enough to stand in front of the door that is being guarded by Bram. Make Kinan's ears are still normal and very good at hearing, knowing everything.

The past of the husband who had touched the heart, changed in an instant when he heard all the evil plans that were being carried out, involving children like Bima who did not know anything, he said, venting revenge on the actual person also became a victim, tortured even almost lost their lives. The eyes that were staring at the nanar he brought towards the princess, did not expect that the princess could also be sneaky and fool her. Made her a fool in Singapore, looking for her husband who was clearly not there. You idiot!

"So this is my husband's true nature?"

Gibran snorted, letting out a long sigh before straightening things out on the wife who had already heard.

"Maybe it's time for you to know who I really am, Kinan! I am not a good person!!! I am a good person who was persecuted, and I must still avenge me!!!" Gibran.

"But why are you involving a child who doesn't know anything about your problem? Even indirectly, you have also implicated your own daughter!!!" kinan toilet, holding water that is about to flow.

"That's my right!!! Zivana is my daughter! So you have no right to rule me!" gibran said, staring intently at the wife's bead.

"But I'm your wife, Mom! Zivana is my daughter too! Why don't you ever tell me about your past? Why are you turning so vindictive like this, Mom?" said Kinan, giving up with a crystal circle that successfully broke out without permission.

Gibran chuckled crisply, staring fixedly at Kinan who was grasping his hand, brusquely brushed it away until Kinan staggered and almost hit the wall.

"Maybe it's time we end that status, Kinan!!!" gibran said, grinning.

"What do you mean?" asked Kinan, letting the crystal circle continue to flow.

Gibran grinned, grabbing both of Kinan's shoulders, gripping him firmly, making Kinan grimace in pain as both of his shoulders were targeted by Gibran who turned 180° like a monster figure.

"I don't want to live with a good woman like you anymore! I'm sick of having to pretend well in front of you! I'll divorce you, Kinan!"

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Happy Reading All 😇😇😇

Well loh, Gibran kok so ferocious gini yes 😅 haduhhh make author dizzy aja nih one character ⁇ ️🤭