The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 110 ~ Technological Sophistication

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"Non Wulan what are you doing?"

The tiny, white hands look agile, arranging dishes that have been filled with rice and side dishes complete with fresh vegetables. Wulan reviewed the smile, looking at the beloved ART oma with a sweet smile, forgetting the moment of sorrow that enveloped.

"Wulan wants to bring this food to Mami, Bi." replied Wulan with a gesture.

Bi Iyah smiled bitterly, seeing the radiance from the eyes of a little girl who was beside her now. The little girl who from childhood always get bad treatment from the mother. But I don't know what happened today. Has the heart of the master's daughter-in-law been tapped and received the presence of the princess in her life?

"Non Mala is awake?" ask Bi Iyah again, do not want to miss the sweet smile of her beloved granddaughter.

"Already, Bi. Then, Wulan would go to Mami's room again huh, Bi." replied Wulan, his busy hand he took for a while to communicate with the ART.

Bi Iyah who was quite understanding, nodded. Letting Wulan reach for the tray that was fully filled and complete, go from the kitchen while carrying the tray to the mami's room on the first floor.

Chequek!

The closed door leaf is now open, allowing Wulan to enter deftly while carrying special food for the mother who is sitting leaning on the headboard of the bed.

A sweet smile did not escape he offered to the mother who just sat quietly glancing at him. Since psychotherapy was then run, Mala's emotions that are usually uncontrollable when looking at Wulan, now began to be better even though the attitude is still the same. Cold and sometimes still often rough on Wulan who often visit him.

"Aaaaai.. aaaaa. Aaaaa.. aaaaa... Aaaa.. aaaaaa..."

("Baby breakfast first. Wulan will feed Mami breakfast.")

Wulan landed her body on the edge of the bed, grabbing a plate of food for her beloved mother located on the nightstand. There was no rejection from Mala, her eyes were still staring at Wulan but the gaze was empty, but it did not dampen Wulan's sincere intention to feed her mother.

"Let's..."

The tiny hand lifted slowly, thrusting the arch of the spoon that was filled with rice and side dishes, ready to slide into the mouth of Mala who was still tightly clenched. Not to forget the sweet smile full of love given by Wulan, looking fixed on the beautiful face of the mother who began to sparkle after the event passed.

"Let's..."

Mala was unmoved, still in silent mode not responding to the actions of the princess before her eyes at this moment. His originally empty gaze turned sharp, scouring the face in front of him intensely, before turning to the plate that was in the princess' hands.

While Wulan was still with a smile full of twinkle of happiness, no beautiful sentence was able to express how grateful she was today. Only this time Wulan could sit this close to Mala, looking at her from a short distance away, no ordinary barrier came. Although his attitude still changes often, but abstinence for him to give up.

The srek!

Pranks!

The newly radiated spark of happiness is gone. Wulan terjang great, found the clap of the mother's hand that was spontaneous but quite energetic, making the plate that was originally perched on top of her tiny hand, suddenly flying, flying, touching the floor until it makes a very loud noise.

"Aaaaai.." said Wulan, lirih.

"Go from here! I don't want to see your face anymore! You fucking kid! You are not my son! Get out of here!!! Go!!!" mala, angry and creepy.

"Aaaaai.." said Wulan, trembling.

"Go you!!! I don't want a daughter!!! I just want a boy! Not a girl like you!!! Go!!!" mala, angry and out of control.

"Aaaaai.. aaaa.. aaaaa." said Wulan, shirih held back the tears that had accumulated.

"Go! You're not my son!" mala toilet.

Wulan was stunned, holding the body that was constantly pushed rough by the mami, making him stagger until it fell right between the fragments of broken plates and rice that were still scattered because of Mala.

Chequek!

The door leaf opened violently, revealing the faces of Damar and Syahal-Shahil who were panting, holding their breath as they rushed to run from the porch of the house after hearing the sound of a broken object on the lower floor. The voice was also lost for a moment, making the three stopped in confusion, but Mala's loud shrill voice gave a hint, making them jump in shock, remembering Wulan who was with Mala in her room.

"Mommy..."

Damar and Syahal-Shahil moved quickly, approaching Wulan who sat down while holding his bloody hand.

"Enough Mi! Mami don't hurt Adek!" damar exclaimed, stopping Mala while Syahal-Shahil took Wulan away.

"Go you! Get out of my life!" mala said, looking at Wulan intently.

"Have Mi! Enough's enough!" exclaim Damar.

Even more hysterical, his gaze seemed eager to finish Wulan's life right now, making him lose control until Damar was overwhelmed to calm him down.

"Mala..."

The faint sound of noise from inside the bathroom made Dhana stop her bathing ritual, rushing out of the bathroom to make sure that her ears caught the wrong signal. But hope was not appropriate, when the eyes caught the existence of the princess sitting on the floor, holding the hand injured by the fragments of the plate.

Dhana steps quickly, pulling Mala's body that Damar is controlling.

"Enough Mala! She's your daughter!" exciting Dhana.

"Go you! I don't want to see you! Go!!!" mala's toilet, it's getting hysterical.

Dhana and Damar were overwhelmed, holding onto the hysterical Mala like a possessed madman, about to grab Wulan who was still sitting on the floor, staring at the wounded and bloody hand, but occasionally staring pity the mother who is still hysterical.

Jlep!

Mala drowned in Damar's lap, an injection of drugs stuck right at the nape of his neck. According to the order of the doctor, if Mala suddenly hysterical again like this, just give one injection of anesthetic that has been provided by Doctor Ali.

Dhana and Damar carry Mala's body lying down, leaving her calm despite having to take drugs. Approximately like that the psychic condition of Mala who was shaken by the effects of the dark past was revealed again, sometimes silent as a mute person, sometimes hysterical like an orang-in-waiting, making Dhana often overwhelmed to face it.

"You're okay, aren't you, sweetheart?" dhana asked, approaching the injured princess.

"Bloody Adek's hand, Pi. It must be because Mami pushed him, until his hand was hit by a broken plate" Damar said, staring at the nilar hand of the sister.

"We better get Adek out of here, Damar. Let Anty rest first." said Syahal, accompanied by a nod of Shahil.

"Alright, Mas.." replied Damar.

"Please treat your brother's wounds yes, son." said Dhana, patting the son on the shoulder.

"Yes Pi.." replied Damar.

Damar and Syahal-Shahil left, carrying Wulan who was still sobbing to get out of the room of the mother. For a moment the beautiful eyes that had been wet turned towards the mother, staring at the body nanar.

Wulan brushed off Damar and Shahal-Shahil's hands, running towards the mother who was lying on the bed again. Just a moment he felt the warmth of the presence of the figure of the mother in front of his eyes, but in an instant the attitude of the mother who is still not stable back act.

"Aaaaai.. aaaaaa.." aaaaa."

Wulan was stunned, hugging tightly the body of the mother who lay, although she knew there would be no reply, but the warmth in the body of the mother that she always longed for, he said, made him forget the pain that was torturing his hands.

While Dhana, Syahal-Shahil and Damar who were still standing not far from the door were only dumbstruck, seeing the sadness that seemed very happy to torture the little girl, so as not to let the girl happy even if only for a moment.

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"Bba... Mrs Kinan?"

Kinan smiled knots, sitting in front of someone who had been his student, bounded by a table inside a room.

"You surprised to see me, Bima?"

Bima was unmoved, still in disbelief about getting a visit from her former teacher's mother at school. Making him strangle unflagged, catching a strange signal from the look in the eyes of the former teacher in front of him.

"Bimantara... You've met a boy named Dimas, right?"

"Where did Bu Kinan know that I had just met Dimas? Where does Bu Kinan know my friend?"

"Hahahaha.. friend huh? Does the child deserve to be called a friend?"

"What is Bu Kinan saying?"

Instead of answering, Kinan gave a slanted smile to Bima. Making her beautiful and graceful face that looked even more sinister than usual. The figure of Kinan who never smiled obliquely, there was only a sweet smile on every day, as if nothing more after all that Gibran admitted his rottenness all this time.

Leaving a very painful wound in the heart, destroying the solid foundation of trust that has been maintained. Using only one word, success destroyed his life.

"It seems you don't really know who your confidant is, Bima!!! Dimas has betrayed you!!! Now he is working with Bram!!! He intends to shift your position as the head of a motorcycle gang!!!" kinan said, smiling cynically.

"No way!!! Ms. Kinan must have been trying to pit me against Dimas. Because you know he's my confidant who's gonna help me get out of here, right?" tukas Bima's.

"Kh!!! Don't be so stupid, Bima! Don't trust someone who can corner you from anywhere! I've heard the boy talk to Bram! If you don't believe me, please listen to this tape!" Kinan.

Bima was stunned, staring at Kinan with a thin grin that was painted, making him shudder for a moment, before the recording of the conversation between Dimas and Bram sounded very clear from the phone of the former teacher. Making Bima growl, clenching strong sinful hands.

"Lucky technological development is increasingly sophisticated. So there is no need to bother to know one's bad intentions!!! Enough to find out the information, follow it, hit him while careless until his phone fell. And that's when this hand worked. I already tapped into Dimas' phone when I hit him!!! You definitely don't believe everything I do, but that's the truth!"

Bima shook, her face looked red withstanding the anger that was rising, not wanting to believe but the proof of the friend's betrayal was clear before her eyes. That voice was actually Dimas' voice, talking over the phone with Bram who was somehow there at the moment.

Dimas who is trusted, just turn. Struggling him to want to get a position as a captain in the motorcycle gang, working with Bram who is none other than the assistant of a man who successfully deceived him, making it end up in a prisoner's cell until now and will probably last a long time either way until when.

"I came here to see you and wanted to ask you something, Bima!!!" terang Kinan, grab his phone back.

"What would Bu Kinan want to ask this brat like me?" ask Bima.

"Did it be true that you ordered Gibran to kidnap Damar and Wulan back then?" ask Kinan, staring telisik.

"Sure Mr. Gibran talks like that, doesn't he? He was the one who asked Bram to come to Basecamp. Then Bram took me to a place where Mr Gibran was waiting!!! And just then, he had me take Damar and his mute sister there!!!" bright Bima, holding back the already mounting anger actually.

"Then why do you want to take it for granted before thinking first Bima?" kinan toilet, resisting the powerless wrath of his denouncing.

"Suami Bu Kinan was persuading me!!! With the lure that he would also help me to drop the name Damar as the candidate of the chairman of the isa!!! I really hate Damar! He's my enemy! Therefore, I chose this path!!! Working with Mr. Gibran who just wants to take advantage of the opportunity!!!" bima said, anger enveloping her heart.

Kinan chuckled softly, the temporary guess that had been thought of was not wrong, because hatred everything became complicated until it ended up slipping like today.

"And now you're confessing wrong?"

"I'm not wrong! I am a victim too!"

"You're still stubborn, Bima!"

"I just want to be free, Mrs Kinan!"

"Unfortunately, all the evidence that Bram gave you has incriminated you, Bima!"

"W-what? J-so Bram that's..."

"And you don't know about this either?"

Bima shook his head, his head was drowned instantly, touching the edge of the table. All this time he thought, that Aifa'al even Damar had reported him to the Police station, considering that the night Aifa'al had threatened him. But apparently, all the bad prejudices are not true.

"Police told me about Bram's complaint!!! All of this was Gibran's plan!!! Including the pitting of the sheep among you with Zivana!"

Bima's head was down, raised rapidly. Looking at his former teacher.

"Dimas must have played Zivana's voice recording to you, right? Zivana is angry! But he also did not know Gibran's true foul intentions!!!" said Kinan, suddenly sad if remembered with the princess even though only a stepson.

"But Zivana has insulted me, Mom! I hate her so much right now, and I would never want to meet her let alone be her lover again!" toilet Bima, already disappointed in the lover. Not a lover, maybe an ex.

"That's your choice, Bima! I don't want to bother with that problem! It's all clear! Gibran is sneaky and he's still out there!" Kinan.

Bima flinched, snorting inwardly, confirming Kinan's words about Gibran. Besides being cunning and evil, he is a snake man who is not easily captured, slippery and also agile, has 1001 kinds of ways to bring down enemies even though he has to use others.

"Please set me free, Mrs Kinan."

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Kinan want to help Bima?

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