The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 105 ~ Hardcore!!!

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"Hold Uncle!"

The pace of the footsteps was increasingly racing, against the time that was chasing, running fast while pushing the gurney used by the uncle, unconscious since a few hours ago, a pale face printed clearly, he said, making Aiziel and Aifa'al overwhelmed with endless anxiety.

"Both people can't go in!!! Let the doctor handle the patient." said a nurse, trying to prevent.

"Please save my uncle, Sus!" aiziel replied, almost crying.

"We will try!!! Do'a!!!"

The sister moved quickly, entering after making sure the three-letter inscribed room door was tightly closed. Aiziel and Aifa'al let out a heavy sigh, trying to calm down even though the heart was very anxious. The two were reluctant to sit down, choosing to remain standing in front of the ER door which they could not peek into.

"Actually Uncle why the hell Mas? Though this morning Uncle was fine." said Aifa'al, raving while rubbing the face rough up to his head.

"Mas doesn't know either, Al! If you know, I've been telling you since!" aiziel replied who was no less panicked, anxious.

Aifa'al let out a rough sigh, walking there and here is not clear, the anxiety is getting wrapped up tightly, making both of them unconscious with the hospital they are now visiting. Unknowingly, there were several pairs of eyes staring at them with questionable gazes.

"Ziel, Al..."

Aiziel and Aifa'al gasped, picking up the signal from a familiar voice in the ear, leading the two to turn their heads until they were caught by his vision.

"Daddy, Mommy, Uncle..."

"Shahal, Shahil, Damar, Adek..."

The owner of the name above stepped, felt heavy but slowly until also. Making Aiziel and Aifa'al look at each other, do not believe that it turns out they have been wrong to explore the hospital as the purpose of handling the uncle who is allegedly sick.

"Who's on top of that gurney, Ziel?" tanya Dhana, feels heavy and clogged.

Aiziel flinch, her unstable breathing roar from running pushing the gurney must now race again, finding a question from the uncle that can be understood the tone of his voice. Making Aiziel nervous for a moment, afraid to answer questions that are not yet sure of the truth, leading her eyes to turn, glanced at the silent Aifa'al.

"Ziel... Who did you bring, son?" ask Ammar, his voice is more raucous now.

"Uncle Priest, Daddy!!!" aiziel replied, sounding raucous and lips trembling.

Bak was hit by thousands of arrows right in the heart, the answer of the eldest son successfully made Ammar stagger to hit the wall. Ibel, who saw her husband reach out to her, took her to sit in the waiting chair, her face was wet from when.

While Dhana who heard, just pecking. Standing in place with a barrage of questions ready to launch, staring blankly straight ahead.

What about Syahal-Shahil and Damar-Wulan? Of course they were no less surprised, hearing the uncle who had just come to the capital a few days, decorate the gloomy days they were passing, now lying weakly in the room of the ER.

"What happened to Uncle, Mom?" shahil's questions finally rolled.

"Mas doesn't know either, Shahil. Uncle Imam suddenly fainted just like that at the moment when we intended to go here." replied Aiziel.

"Is there anything that happened to Uncle before that?" ask Shahil again, representing a series of questions that may be in the minds of his brothers and sisters.

"Not to Uncle, Shahil!" answer Aifa'al.

"What do you mean by Al?" ask Shahil, astonished.

Aifa'al let out a heavy sigh, trying to calm the fog-covered heart, gathering energy to tell the chronology when the uncle fell unconscious.

"Before we intend to come here, we actually want to go home first. Because Daddy and Mommy are worried. But when we walked in the lobby, Bima came to us and he was already snatched by two policemen. Bima has been caught and there is Mas know, that Gibran escaped from prison!!! At first we did not believe it, but Syahal's notice convinced us. Therefore we intend to meet Uncle in the hospital and tell him this news. But when Mas and Mas Ziel walked first, it turned out that Uncle was left behind, and an OB told us, that Uncle Imam fainted in the apartment lobby."

Dumbstruck with worry!!! Ammar who sat with Ibel and saw how the son told him was increasingly powerless to hold the clear circle. The story of the son seemed to justify the feelings that had been enveloping him, the mind that suddenly continued to be focused on the sister-in-law, remembering the disease that had not received serious treatment.

Dhana who was still sculpting was surprised, on one side the news of Gibran who escaped successfully disturbed the peace of heart, on the other side the news of Bima who was caught also managed to make him a little relieved. But on the front side, the news of the Imam who suddenly entered the ER was no less ravaging his peace of mind than the news of Gibran.

How not? The figure of a friend he knew never sick, it is now lying weakly on the hospital gurney, being treated by a doctor and reportedly not yet determined, making his tears fell.

"So Bima has been captured Mas?" ask Damar, confirm his hearing.

"Yes, Damar. Perhaps the case is currently being processed by the police." replied Aifa'al.

"But wait!!! Isn't it that we haven't reported that Bima was involved? Why is there a cop who's arrested the boy? Weirdo!!!" timpal Syahal, confused.

"Our thoughts are the same, Shahal! But Bima had exclaimed that he was tricked by Gibran! Now Gibran is loose and Bima is replacing!!! Very sneaky!!!" aifa'al replied, grinning at Bima.

"Bhy ask Mas for help? Oh!!! It could also turn out that the boy was asking for help!" timpal Damar, shrewdly remembered Bima.

"That's it!!! Bima's problem is police business now! Because the most important thing right now is Uncle Priest! We don't know yet, what caused Uncle Imam to suddenly fall unconscious!" timpal Aiziel, ending his four younger brothers' conversation.

Aiziel's speech that ended his sister's conversation actually made Ammar more sobbing, massaging the chest that felt tight to withstand the burden of the mind.

"Mas. The priest will be fine in there." said Ibel, trying to calm the husband.

"Yes, Daddy. Maybe Uncle is too tired. So the strength of his body also decreased." timpal Aiziel, turned to the direction of the daddy.

"You don't know yet, what happened to your uncle!!! He's that sa..."

Chequek!

"With the Imam's patient's family?"

Ammar's speech was immediately trimmed by the door of the ER room that opened, then followed by the soft voice of a beautiful doctor who made Dhana immediately frown to see it, not familiar and quite familiar.

"Mitha.." said Dhana, flabbergasted.

"Hai Dhana. sorry can only greet you directly at a time like this." replied Mitha, commenting on the smile even though forced.

"Do you know this doctor?" ask Damar.

"This doctor is Papi's college friend and Imam's Uncle, Damar." replied Dhana, without clumsy.

"How's my uncle doing, Doc?" timpal Aiziel, can't wait to hear the good news from the doctor about the uncle.

Mitha lowered her head for a moment, the sound of a heavy sigh that accompanied, making Ammar and Ibel who were still in a sitting position could only raise their heads, but not their heads, making Dhana and the impatient-looking children even more anxious.

"Patient critical Priest!!!"

The claustrophobic chest was made narrower, leading Ammar who had originally sat down now staggered Ibel towards Mitha, Dhana and the children who were still in a tense mode of disbelief.

"Do something, Doctor Mitha!!! Please save the Imam!!! He must be conscious again!!!" cercah Ammar, looks good because only he knows the original condition of the Imam.

"I did my best, Doctor Ammar!!! But patients themselves who do not want to do the treatment process further, until this is the end!" mitha answered, knowing Ammar as a fellow cancer specialist in a different hospital but one vision.

"Is there no other way? At least we'll do the first chemotherapy for the Imam!" ammar said, negotiating unknowingly if all eyes are watching him.

"It's too late, Doctor Ammar! Right now I can only say, toughen up if something you don't want happens to the Imam in this short time!!! Excuse me.." replied Mitha.

Mitha moved, holding her eyes that had now condensed, preparing to drop a crystal from her eyes when she knew for herself how the condition of the man who had until now still lived beautifully in her heart.

"What happened to the Imam, Mit?"

Mitha's steps stopped, forcing the clear circle to fall even though it had been stored. Dhana's question, a figure he actually knew very well, managed to hit the heart, making him remember the Imam's request not to tell Dhana about his condition.

"Mitha... What happened to the Imam? Answer me, Mit!!! I deserve to know!!! He is my brother's husband!!!" dhana toilet.

Mitha let out a heavy sigh, there was no point in her keeping the secret of the Priest who would somehow be what his fate would be like. Leading his heels for a spin, he looked towards Ammar, Dhana, Ibel and the children who were still standing glued to him.

"Imam has stage three liver cancer, Dhana!!!" mitha replied, her voice choked.

Ammar, who already knew this, could only be silenced, standing at the side of Ibel who was sculpting silently, his tears dripping nonstop, knowing something as heart-wrenching as ever. While Dhana silenced a thousand words, but tears that describe everything, that at this time he did not believe if the friend was declared seriously ill.

"Aaaaa.. aaaa.." said Wulan.

Damar clutched the innocent Wulan, as well as the unbelieving papi, as if dreaming in his endless long sleep. It was only a few days that the uncle arrived at the capital, but fate toyed with.

While Aiziel, Aifa'al, and the twins Syahal-Shahil were still in empty mode, the eyes of the four handsome men were also attended by a circle of sadness, considering the uncle who had been fine before, and now lies weakly helpless.

"No! No way! The priest never gets sick! There's no way he's sick with liver cancer!!! You must be wrong, Mitha! You must be wrong!" cercah Dhana, trying to hold back but fear made him lose control.

"I wish it was like that too, Dhana!!!" mitha answered briefly, but meaningfully.

Dhana mumbled, rubbing the face rough until the head that looks more chaotic. Then he turned quickly to Ammar, when the series of sentences of his firstborn was spinning back in his brain about the Imam.

"Mas knows? But why didn't Mas tell Dhana, huh?" tukas Dhana, looking intently at the silenced Ammar.

"Mas also just found out everything yesterday, Dhana. And that was not intentional either. The priest came with the children, then in the lobby he passed Mitha. At that moment Mas heard their talk!!!" ammar replied, explaining to Dhana.

"I should have told Dhana!!!" dhana's toilet, but it sounded shaking.

"Imam forbids Mas. He doesn't want to make you and our family difficult!!! Even the then-Ronald Mas coaxed the Imam into chemotherapy, but he insisted on refusing everything!!!" ammar answered, reassuring the younger brother.

"Does that mean... The priest will go after Adek, Mas?" ask Dhana, raucous.

Ammar shook his head, preferring to bow his head, hugging Ibel who was crying a mouthful in his chest. Making Dhana sigh resignedly, trying to strongly accept all the trials that come.

"Doctor Mitha!!!"

The voice of the figure of the sisters who poured out of the ER room also disperse the daydreams of everything, turning towards the origin of the voice that sounded very panicked, while calling Mitha who had not yet moved.

"What's Sus?"

"The condition of the patient named Imam is decreasing, Doctor!!!"

"I'll check it out!!!"

Mitha and the nun rushed back in, leaving Dhana expressionless upon hearing the nun's words, leaving her almost seated, but was greeted quickly by Syahal-Shahil who stood not far from the uncle.

"You have to help the Imam, Mom!" ibel said, raising his wet face.

"This hospital is not my official territory, dear!!! We can only pray for the Imam to be strong and he comes back to us." replied Ammar, calming the wife who wants to meet the Imam, but fate says otherwise, making Ibel meet the Imam in such an undesirable situation.

The disturbing sobs slowly subsided, bringing themselves closer to Dhana who was now pensive among her children. The faces of Aiziel, Aifa'al, Syahal, Shahil, Damar and Wulan were no less wet, the eyes that continued to flow without pause, accompanying the uncle who was struggling there.

"Dhana's hirasat says that the Imam will leave us here, Mas." said Dhana, staring blankly ahead.

"Mas is just like you, hit!!! It seems, the shadow in Adek's time when it was very sick again repeated to the Imam. You must be strong! We all need to be strong too! Whatever the odds are, maybe that's what's best for the Imam!" ammar, trying to calm down.

"But this news is very sudden, Mom! Not even we all know, if the Imam is sick." replied Dhana, holding back the tears that want to break at this time.

"It's not just us, Dhana. The priest also hid his illness from the abi and uminya in Cairo." Ammar timpal, making Dhana turn towards him.

"So Uncle Imam's parents don't know about this, Daddy?" timpal Aifa.

Ammar shook his head, creating an atmosphere of instant silence. Everything dissolves in each other's minds, sitting still in the waiting chair, waiting for the expected news there will be a miracle for someone valuable.

Chequek!

The door of the ER room opened again, the daydream was created, leading everyone to approach Mitha who was standing in the doorway with tears in her face. It is undeniable, that the sense that is still reigned in the heart is getting stronger binding, making it not strong to hold back, that the idol has now been....

"Priest... The priest has gone to face the Divine!!!"

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Happy Reading All 😇😇😇

Although ngak happy read this episode, please do not be confused, because this is the request of Imam 😌 explanation will be in the next episode, piss... ⁇ ️🤧

Little warning: for visual tamvan Aiziel, deliberately changed yes 😚 because according to dina, Aiziel, babang billar less cucok so Aiziel who is actually arrogant 😁️ if you think this new visual is less srek too, too, okay sip ️ so please imagine with a visual of yourself yes bebs 😘 Thank you 🖤🖤🖤<TAG1>