The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 109 ~ Visit Dimas

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"Hi Bim... How are you?"

The faint snort that came out of Bima's mouth was clearly heard on his huffed face, it was seen that his condition was now very contrary to the sunny weather in this morning. The bright light of the king of the morning seemed to laugh, content to witness the suffering of the evil Bima.

The look of dislike was clearly painted on his face which was very frustrating, chaotic, even full of bruises here and there, making the child who had entered adulthood look unkempt. Indicates if he is very far from the word okay for a week passes quickly.

"Speak as necessary!!! You only have 10 minutes!" exclaim the police guard.

Bima shook her head, choosing to sit in front of the figure who visited her today, bounded by a table while reviewing a little smile. The policeman rushed out, guarding in front of the visiting room.

"Do you want to come here?"

"You want to look!!!"

Bima clucked in annoyance, giving a slanted smile of dislike and disappointment that was very big on the figure in front of him. While Dimas, the figure of the man who came to visit Bima this morning only sighed violently, trying to hold back the emotions that had actually arisen due to Bima's unfriendliness attitude when visited.

"Why just came now? Where you been all week, huh? Just realized, if your captain disappeared from the surface of the earth?" aspir Bima, angry.

"Gue's busy, Bim. In addition to the same motor children, I am also busy with the same college tasks that accumulate. So I just came here to visit you." said Dimas, reassuring the beloved captain.

"Kh!!! Stale it!!!" sukul Bima, turned his face because he was already disappointed and upset.

"Lo's fine, isn't he?" tanya Dimas, relaxed but the effect is very fatal for Bimantara.

"Well, you say okay? Look at my face!!! Every night I fall victim to the rampage of big-bodied idiot humans who pet the Police station in sell!!!" bima said, revealing his face which was full of bruises and wounds.

"Keep what can I help you with? Your parents must have known about this?" dimas said, leaning his body against the table.

Bima snorted angrily, hearing the sacred title embedded in his two middle-aged possessions made the blood boil even more. Parents who are expected to be able to help, just blame. Do not want to help even if it is just a defense in front of the police.

Bima's parents simply gave up their hands and did not want to interfere more with his son's new problems, and chose to go far abroad to cover up the actual cases that were rife.

"They don't want to help me! They blame me too!" bima replied, upset to remember her parents.

"So they know?" ask Dimas.

"Not only do you know, but you came here a few days ago!" tukas Bima, annoyed.

"What do you want to do with the plan?" ask Dimas.

"Lo bring hp, don't you?" ask Bima back.

"Bring dong! Why?" answer Dimas.

"Gue wants to borrow dong! Wanna see Damar's social media! I want to make sure that at least Gibran is still helping me to get rid of Damar's name from the candidate for chair of the school's osis."

Dimas silenced, his face suddenly pias when Bima wanted to borrow his cellphone suddenly, as if there was a secret in it.

"Dim... Why keep quiet? Borrow dong!"

The shortest dimas, the daydreams that were far away were forced to stop when they heard the sound of Bima.

"Now! But not for long!" exciting Dimas.

"Cerewet lo kayak mama-mak!" sulcan Bima's.

Dimas gave a faint snort, letting Bima's hand continue to wander over his cellphone screen, opening social media and looking for the social media account Damar he meant earlier.

"Why is Damar's social media account still safe? No sign of hecker meddling in social media!!!" bima, not believing what he saw just now.

"Then anyway? Let me see here?" tanya Dimas, reclaim his phone from Bima which is starting to heat up.

Dimas frowned, but a thin grin rose from both corners of his lips when he saw Damar's social media account used for campaign purposes as a candidate for chairman of the osis. While Bima, do not be asked again how his angry face is now. So scary!!!

"It looks like Mr. Gibran didn't..."

Brak!

"Fucking gibran! The old man really cheated and used my energy! With frills in return, if he's gonna help me take down Damar! But what now? He feels good to be let go. Then me? Truly a crafty human!"

Dimas speech trimmed before spoken by Bima. The sound of a table hit also accompanied the conversation of the two. Bima's face grew red, holding back the anger that had reached the highest peak in the crown. While Dimas, still looks calm, without any fear in himself.

"Calm down Bim! If you're emotional, you won't find a way out!" dimas.

"How about Zivana? The last time I tried to contact him, but his phone was off" Bima replied, dismissing the mounting anger.

"Gue doesn't know! The news I heard from the media anyway, Mr. Gibran did not run away alone" replied Dimas.

"So Zivana and Bu Kinan also ran away?" bima asked, leaning her body spontaneously.

"Gue doesn't know, Bim! But yesterday, there was a voice message that suddenly entered my phone. I don't know from whom either. Out of curiosity, yes I opened and I heard, it turns out the voice belongs to Zivana. His voice was angry!" said Dimas, while giving his phone again.

The printed streak of anger became clearer, when it was heard so clearly that Zivana's voice from Dimas' phone. Insulting words mixed with regret, depicting not only hatred but also the wrath of Zivana behind the brief voicemail. Making Bima even more furious, the hand became the target of his fist.

"Oh... So it's like this now? After I helped his cunning papa, now he easily said disgust to me! Okay.. I don't matter! Even I don't lose disgust with girls! You hypocrite!"

Bima fussed, issuing all the resentment of the self-controlled heart, ignoring Dimas who occasionally seemed to favor a thin grin, with the position of the hand still holding the phone on the table. To be sure, the grin on the face was very different from the previous Dimas.

"Right now you're the only one I can count on, Dim!"

"Gue is ready to help you get out of here!!! But roughly, what should I do to get out of this place?"

"Aifa'al and Damar! Their testimony is very valuable to me! I'm sure they know I'm not wrong! I was framed and used by Gibran to launch his mission! I don't know what mission it is I don't care and I don't want to know! What I'm thinking about right now is how can I be free from here!" bima said, sounding groggy.

"Lo sure? They want to testify? They hate you, Bim!!!"

"At least we try, Dim! The only correct way, yes! I have no power anymore because all the facilities that I have ever held, have been withdrawn my papa. I don't have any more money to hire a lawyer."

Dimas let out a short sigh, before he finally gave Bima a decision that was eager for help.

"Okay. I'll take Al and his sister to your front. Then I say goodbye first. I have to go to college again today" Dimas replied.

"Okay, thank you, Dim." said Bima.

Dimas nodded, patting the captain on the shoulder before leaving the visiting room. While Bima was immediately taken again by the Police, entered into a prison cell to continue the sentence.

Bruk!

Dimas who was busy with a mobile phone did not realize that in front of him there was an opponent, walking in a hurry to enter but had to collide with him who wanted to get out.

"I'm sorry I didn't accidentally."

The figure of the hijab-wearing woman with her usual appearance and wearing sunglasses, slightly crouched trying to pick up Dimas' phone that fell due to the carelessness of its own owner.

"I'm sorry I really didn't mean it."

Dimas snorted furiously, seizing the roughness of his phone that was still grasped by the hijab-wearing woman without putting the least amount of respect on the older man, then leave without saying sorry even though it is not based on intention though. Lifting the phone that reads not long after he left the figure of the hijab-wearing woman with eyes.

"The recording of Bima's voice I've sent to your phone, sir. And the voice message that you sent to me at that time, has also been heard directly by Bima. He was furious and our plan worked!!!"

"Good! Thanks for the cooperation!"

"Together, sir."

"After this you will not have to contact me again. The money you asked for has also been transferred, so our cooperation has ended here."

"Good Sir. Thank you also because thanks to you, I can be the chairman in the motorcycle gang to replace the position of Bima."

"No problem!!! Then let's end our conversation. Good morning!!!"

Dimas nodded, disconnecting the phone call after having a conversation with the figure behind it. After that he went, drove the motor with wind speed. Unknowingly, the figure of the hijab woman he had hit in front of the main door of the Police station when he was about to get out of there, saw and heard his conversation.

"He must be a boy named Dimas!!! The Bima confidant. But it didn't seem like it would be anymore, after I clearly heard the voice behind his phone!"

The hijab-wearing woman shook her head in wonder, not understanding anymore of the situation she had just gotten.

"Bima... Besides being stubborn, it turns out that you are also stupid! Can't tell which one's a friend, and which one's an opponent!"

The hijab-wearing woman pressed the screen of her phone, put the flat object back in the bag and then she left, rushing into the Police station.

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A week passed after the fog of grief enveloped, the atmosphere of grief was still so clear, felt in the depths of the heart, leaving beautiful memories that had been mesmerized, accompanying the journey of life that tides. Now everything changes, as if rolling into the past that was once wrapped in grief.

Everything goes back to the original activity, although the suffering is still there but life must remain optimistic and full of energy, living the rest of life at the end of time.

"Room..."

The footsteps stopped instantly, as the voice called out a name, making Damar circulate his eyes, looking for the source of the voice that was hard to find.

"Ck! Who called anyway?"

Damar bristled, the eyes that continued to circulate were unable to find the figure of the owner of the voice, as if the calling was an invisible creature.

"Ck! Here woi! It's on the front porch!"

The baritone's voice resounded even more loudly, calling out to the sister who looked confused.

Damar clucked with anxiety, when he saw the head of the twin mas on the front porch poking into the door, calling out to him while waving his hand. Leading the foot to step, approached the two twin mas who had chosen to stay at the house of the oma for one week.

"Opa same Oma go where Mas? How was the house so quiet this morning?" asked Damar, landing his body on the terrace floor.

"Mas also did not know. When we wake up the house is deserted." replied Syahal.

"Which Uncle Adek Mar?" ask Syahil.

"Adek's still in the room, Mas. If Papi is still in the room as well" Damar replied, putting on a lethargic fashion face.

Shahil frowned, looking at the astonished face of the suddenly lethargic sister, as if there was no spirit in her today.

"You why Damar? How lethargic?" shahil said, moving to sit to the side of Damar.

"The house has been quiet since Uncle left, Mas." replied Damar, rubbing his face rough.

"Are you still not satisfied with Uncle?" shahil asked, turning the body completely, paying special attention to the younger brother.

Damar nodded lethargicly, still reminded of the uncle who had calmed down.

"Don't be lethargic, Damar. Here, look! Your social media is getting more and more followers! The sign is, the more you vote and like your osis program!" timpal Syahal, sit on the other side of Damar.

Scars of sadness on Damar's face evaporated just like that, when the eyes saw the screen of the twin mas's phone that was still on, showing an account where Damar's social media was plastered.

"What's right, Mas? Damar had forgotten about the same social media account Damar. Fortunately, there is Mas Syahal. Thank you Mas." replied Damar, immediately sparkling with spirit.

"Not be lethargic anymore! Uncle Imam was already happy and calm with Onty Dhina there!!! Maybe they're on their honeymoon in heaven. His name is a married couple who have long separated, then reunited again. It must be very happy." said Syahal, staring at the blue cloudy sky.

"Honey moon!!! You pervert!" sukul Syahil, throttling the twins.

Syahal sneered back at the twin, taking back his phone from Damar who could only shake his head.

"Where's it?" ask Syahal.

"In Mami's room, Mas." Damar replied.

"Only alone?" ask Syahal.

"There's Papi, but another bath." Damar replied.

Syahal and Shahil looked at each other, worried about Wulan who was in Mala's room when Dhana was bathing.

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Happy Reading All 😇😇😇

Who can Dimas talk to on the phone? wkwkwk, looks like you all know a️ already

And that hijab woman?

Okay markijut.. let's continue 😘🔜.