The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 106 ~ Imam and Dhina

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The sound of broken glass objects sounded strong from the direction of the family room, making Mr. Aidi move quickly, rushed to the source of the sound that allegedly came from the kitchen.

"Darling... Why are you?" asked Mr. Aidi, approaching the wife who was sculpting in her standing position, staring at the glass fragments.

"It's okay, Mom. I just accidentally nudged the glass." replied Ms. Aini, commenting on the smile despite being forced.

"Yes already. let Bi Iyah alone clean the glass flakes. We go to the hospital now. Who knows, Wulan and Mala are aware" said Mr. Aidi, embracing the wife who was just stuck.

Ms. Aini fluttered, squeezing her interlocking hands, ignoring Mr. Aidi who was inviting her to speak. His eyes were blank, as if he was thinking about something he felt.

"Darling... why? How can you just shut up?" said Mr. Aidi, stop the leg and turn the wife's shoulder to face him.

"Come, Mas. My heart is suddenly sad at this moment. It was like the moment where I lost my only daughter, Mas." said Bu Aini, staring blindly at Mr. Aidi.

"Stttt!!! What the hell are you talking about, honey? Don't remember that time again. Right now our daughter is calm, pity her if you are still sad!!! Better, we go now and meet Dhana." said Mr. Aidi, trying to calm the wife.

Ms. Aini nodded, sighing for a moment before stepping back again, hand in hand with her husband. But the steps that have been taken far away must be stopped again when Mr. Aidi's phone in his pants pocket must vibrate, demanding the owner to lift the call that turned out from the son.

"Assalamualaikum Dhana... What's wrong, son? Mom and Dad just wanted to go there. What do you want to bring? Food?" said Mr. Aidi, received Dhana's call.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Father. Dad and Mom don't have to come to the hospital because Dhana and everyone is going home" Dhana said, sounding raucous and shaking.

"Mala and Wulan are aware, son?" asked Mr. Aidi, not knowing what Dhana meant.

"They're fine, Dad. Dhana just wanted to tell me that.." said Dhana stopped, stuck in her throat.

"What is Dhana? Why does your voice sound raucous and heavy like you're holding back a cry?" asked Mr. Aidi, feeling something was wrong with the voice of the son.

For a moment Dhana was silent, no sound could be heard from the phone other than the sound of a heartbreaking sobbing, making Mr. Aidi even more unhappy, afraid that something bad might happen again.

"Priest, Dad!!! The priest is no more!"

Mr. Aidi is unmoved, trying to understand Dhana's intentions which make him ambiguous with the word 'no more'. While Ms. Aini who was still faithful noticed, now frowned in wonder, seeing the twinkle on the face of the husband disappeared in an instant, after a short talk with Dhana via phone.

"Dhana will tell you everything at home!!! The Imam's body was bathed. We must mourn and bury the body of the Imam today. Dhana hope, Father and Mother can be strong!!! Dhana, Mas Ammar and the kids are coming home. Assalamualaikum, Dad..."

The call ended, making Mr. Aidi sitting limp in front of the porch of his house. Ms. Aini gasped, propped up her husband and tried to put him inside again.

"What's up, Mom? Why is your face pale like this? What did Dhana say? Mala and Wulan are fine, aren't they?" cercah Bu Aini, after sitting on the sofa and giving drinking water to the husband.

Mr. Aidi flinch, his gaze is empty but his tears just fall, making the feeling of Bu Aini even more unpleasant, adding to the turmoil of bad feelings that he had since felt in the kitchen.

"Mas..Account me! What's going on?"

"Priest... The priest died, my dear!"

"Innalillahi wainnailahi roji'un! No way!!! Yesterday the Imam was still with us!!! The priest is healthy!!! You don't joke with death, Mas!!!" tukas Bu Aini, do not believe in Mr. Aidi.

"I didn't think, honey. But that was the news Dhana said!!!" replied Mr. Aidi, trying to calm his wife even though he was hit.

"No!!! There is no way my son-in-law will die!!! No way, Mom!!!"

Broken already crying Bu Aini, filled the ceiling of the living room roof that became a witness, how devastated his heart that had begun to be treated because of loss, but had to feel loss again, but had to feel loss again, increasingly justify the premonition that has since been still wrapped in the heart. While Mr. Aidi could only cry in silence, clutching the wife's body trembling violently, sobbing withstood the pain, remembering that the son-in-law had abandoned him.

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"How's Dhana?"

Dhana rubbed her face, wiping the clear lake feathers that constantly fell, dribbling her eyes towards the source of the sound.

"Dad just shut up, Mas. Maybe Dad was hit hard. What about Mas Sadha?" dhana answered, trying hard.

"Mas asked him to just go home so he could help Dad prepare everything at home" said Ammar.

"Then Abi and Umi?" ask Dhana again.

Ammar breathed a heavy sigh. After informing Sadha of the sad news, the notice had to continue, making Ammar have to contact the Imam's parents who are still in Cairo. Sobs accompanied the conversation between Ammar and Pak Zakaria, Abi Imam.

Not expecting if the age of the son ended with a disease that they had not known. Make the Imam, Miss Maryam hysterical, want to go to the capital. But fate seemed reluctant to allow, bad weather is now happening in Cairo makes both stopped. Coupled with the travel time that will take time, considering the body of the Imam who has been bathed and must be buried immediately before dusk comes.

Miss Maryam had rebelled, not willing if the son was buried before the eyes saw him directly. But thanks to Mr. Zakaria, Miss Maryam finally managed to calm down. They asked Ammar to take care of everything in the capital, and all they could do was pray for the beloved son's spirit to calm down.

"They were devastated, Dhana. During the Imam's time in Cairo, he never grimaced in pain until none of Abi and Umi realized that the Imam was very ill. The nature of the Imam himself is closed, just like Adek, right? Reluctant to tell his complaints to others let alone family." said Ammar, rahu.

"Imam and Dhina!!! They must have met there, Mom. Dhana is envious!!!" lirih Dhana, wiping her fallen tears.

"You don't talk like that, Dhana!!! You better pick up Mala in Doctor Ali's room. We're going home now! The Imam's body must be buried immediately according to the request of the abi and uminya who can not come. Given the bad weather for air travel, they were forced to pray and perform supernatural prayers from there for the Imam one last time. Hopefully we can all go through this together" said Ammar.

"Alright Mas." replied Dhana, raucous.

Ammar moved, approaching Ibel who was sitting hugging Wulan, accompanied by others who were no less hit.

The news of the departure of the new uncle some time filled the days, it began from the news of the kidnapping, continued until the night when the tense rescue action occurred. After the incident, Wulan who became a victim was unconscious because he was the target of the shooting, making him unable to talk more with his uncle. When Wulan realized, fate seemed to play, the uncle who was still missed had to go, face the Divine and never come back again.

Dhana who was about to step turned her head, found Mitha who reviewed a smile on him despite her tears.

"I found the Imam's cell phone in his hand during the examination. Maybe the children who brought the Imam here were not aware that his uncle was still holding a cell phone" Mitha said.

"Thank you Mitha." said Dhana.

The beautiful doctor nodded, reviewing the smile as much as possible to cover the deep sadness, the loss of the person he loved until now, no matter that he was no longer alone. Who can guess the heart? The heart that has long kept the name of the figure of a man, but the loved figure actually chose another love. Sick, but Mitha could do nothing but give up, even now she had to let go of the Imam.

"I'm so sorry for the passing of your best friend Dhana. He is also my best friend!!! I have also heard many stories about you and your twin brother from the Imam, when he came to see me before the truth of his illness was revealed. Although I've known for a long time that the Imam is married to your sister, and their love's destiny is tested because of your sister's passing."

Dhana smiled bitterly, without feeling her tears flowed along with hearing the story of Mitha who opened up old grief.

"Their love is very strong, Dhana! Until death do you part, not a little of the Imam's love is reduced to your late brother. You have to be patient and strong. I'm sure your Imam and your brother are no longer sick. They were happy there. They must have met in Heaven!" mitha said, smiling but her tears still fell.

"You too, Mit. I know all the stories about you from the Imam. I express the Imam's love for my brother only. May you be happy living with your husband! Thank you for being a doctor to the priest. I'm on behalf of the Imam, sorry if in his lifetime he ever made your heart hurt." replied Dhana.

"I'll be happy!!! I will take the Imam to his final resting place as a sign that I have forgiven him." said Mitha, commenting on the smile on her increasingly wet face.

"Thank you for that too. My family and I will follow his last request. The priest will be buried next to the grave of his late wife." said Dhana, nodding and smiling bitterly.

"That's better, Dhana. Because that was the Imam's last message he told me when he learned of his illness. Perhaps at that time the Imam had felt a premonition that he was going to leave. Although I tried to convince the Imam, that he would be cured as long as he was sure. But the Imam refused and I could do nothing more. Yes already, then excuse me first." said Mitha.

Dhana nodded, looking at the back of a friend who had been close to him and the Imam, as if he had the same fate. First love that does not welcome, only creates a wound in the heart.

Dhana also moved, walking towards Doctor Ali's room which was still closed. When his hand was about to open the door handle, from inside the handle was moving.

"Sir Dhana... Ms. Mala is already in her nursery. He was asleep. After treatment, his emotions became more stable. Doctor Ali's message, for now let Ms. Mala rest first, sir. So that his psychic can quickly improve." said Sister Doctor Ali.

"Doctor Ali's inside?" ask Dhana.

"Doctor Ali is practicing outside, sir. Maybe tomorrow morning will come back again." replied the Sister.

"Can my wife go home?" dhana asked, making sure Mala's condition was really good to take home.

"Already, Mr. Dhana. But please, his emotions should not be chaotic first because it will have an impact with his psychic who is still vulnerable." replied Sister, explaining.

Dhana. How could he bring Mala home when the atmosphere of grief was enveloping the extended family, while his condition alone was still very vulnerable, quite dangerous to others including Wulan.

"Suster... Can Sister help me?"

"What is Mr Dhana?"

"Please take care of my wife for a moment. My family and I had to go home because there was something I couldn't say. Later that night I'll come back here again, pick up my wife." said Dhana, a little meek.

"Well, Mr. Dhana. With pleasure. I will look after Ms. Mala until Mr. Dhana returns again." replied the Sister.

"okay!!! Then this is my number. If something bad happens to my wife, then call me quickly." Dhana said.

"Well Mr. Dhana." replied the Sister.

"Thank you Sister." said Dhana.

"Together Sir.." replied the Sister.

Dhana nodded, then moved quickly to the place where Ammar and Ibel were with the children, waiting for the body of the Imam to be prepared.

"Where's Pi?" ask Damar.

"Mommy can't be taken home, Damar. Psychic Mami is still vulnerable. If we forcefully bring Mami home, then her emotions will not be controlled in this situation." Dhana replied, looking at Damar and Ammar.

"Then who will take care of Mami? The current condition is also dangerous, Pi!!! Papi forgot that Mr Gibran escaped from prison? If he's using this situation how?" cercah Damar's.

"Damar's right, Dhana. We can't possibly leave Mala in the hospital on our own. The situation is complicated now. It's better this way, have Doctor Ali sedate Mala. Let him sleep long, until the funeral process of the Imam is complete. You don't take any chances in a situation like the present, Dhana! Gibran is more cunning than Mira!!!" timpal Ammar, support Damar.

"Or let Al alone keep Anty here, Uncle!" timpal Aifa'al, his face was already wet because he remembered the uncle.

"No, Al!!! Daddy won't allow it!!!" ammar said, giving a firm warning.

Dhana let out a long sigh, thinking of finding a step to take, without harming his wife or his own family from Gibran's hands.

"Alright Mas! Dhana will follow Mas Ammar's advice!!!"

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