The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 112 ~ Want To Tomb

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"Room..."

Damar jolted, his daydreams froze instantly as Syahal's hand touched his shoulder, sitting dumbest on the front porch with a chin-up face with an empty gaze, and he sat down, I don't know what the handsome boy Wulan twin thought that made him unconscious with the voice of Syahal who kept calling him.

"You why the hell? Since then, keep on dreaming!!! Later kuntilanak mother trance new tau rasa! It's enough Anty Mala has been hysterical lately, you don't!" seloroh Syahal, patting Damar's shoulder.

"Ck! Damar is sad, Mas." replied Damar.

"Sad why? It was sad, now you! Twins are like that, right? But Mas with the Shahil never did!" shahal again, joking.

"Curtain! Looks like the bond between us needs to be questioned and clarified, Mas!" timpal Shahil, grunting amusedly sneering Syahal.

Syahal and Wulan chuckled amusedly, looking at the look of the Shahil who shriveled like scuffed paper, visible fine lines on his temple to provoke laughter Wulan sitting beside Damar.

"Aaaaa.. aaaass." said Wulan, grabbing the chin of the twin mas resting on his hand.

"Have heard Papi and Bu Kinan talk, right? Looks like the school osis leader election will be canceled!!! Because the school funds have been taken by Mr. Gibran!" damar, sad.

The long tense conversation between the papi and Kinan was heard by Damar-Wulan and Syahal-Shahil from outside. Kinan's soft voice and made slowly in such a way, it could still be captured clearly by the two pairs of twins.

After Syahal returned from the kitchen, she followed her three sisters outside, as the conversation began. Damar, Wulan and Shahil who wanted to know, eavesdropped. But the arrival of Syahal from the inside had made a riot, making them stop for a moment and eavesdrop again until the conversation Dhana and Kinan at the beginning was not heard by the four children.

"That's why...! Good thing." said the author, relieved.

Wulan let out a heavy sigh, completely understanding where the twin's conversation was headed if it really happened. All plans that have been arranged neatly and maturely, can be destroyed at any time just because of the crimes of Gibran. Making Wulan fall silent, following Damar's reverie that continues. While Syahal-Shahil who does not know anything, can only frown.

"Shahil... let's just go in yuk! Wonderful Mas with our twin sister, very happy to daydream in the middle of broad daylight!" chirps Syahal, pat the shoulder of the twin.

"Ck! Yes, helped entertain dong Mas! Not even in!" shahil's murmur, clucking.

"Ihh! Fuck up!!! The incomprehensible twin brothers!!!" sulkul Syahal is careless.

Shahil clucked, choosing to move from the side of the twin mas increasingly unclear, then moved to sit next to Wulan.

"Damar..if you are not the head of the isa, you do not need to be sad like this Dik! There are still many ways that you can use to develop your potential in addition to being the chairman of the osis. Don't be so obsessed! Because, everything that is forced will end up not good for you later." said Shahil, taking over calming the sister.

"But Mas..."

"Don't think too much!!! You're going to school soon, right? So focus on preparing yourself well!" cut off the shahil, convince Damar's heart.

"Damar.. not everything is good so the head of the osis! There are many difficult ones too!" timpal Syahal while playing his eyebrows.

"Aaaa.. aaaass." said Wulan, astonished.

"Pursued together girls one school, Dek!!! Hahahahahahahahahah.." sahut Syahal, laughed out loud without burden.

"Not funny!" sudang Syahil, jengah.

The laughter of Syahal who was blaring successfully provoked both corners of Damar and Wulan's lips lifted. The two also laughed amusedly at the sound of Syahal's laughter that was very tickling the stomach. While the Shahil clucked angrily, no longer know what to do if the sense of humor of the twin mas recurrent and even acute.

"Well, like that'll be nice to see! Don't be so moody! One's success doesn't have to be the head of the osis!" Syahal.

"This time I agree with Mas Syahal!" timpal Shahil, pinching gaits cheeks Wulan.

Damar breathed a heavy sigh, trying to eliminate the disappointment he might get later on the first day of school in the new school year.

"Thank you" said Damar.

"Sama-sama." replied Syahal-Shahil.

"I'm sorry, Dek." said Damar.

Wulan nodded, commenting on the smile as she gently stroked Damar's arm, trying to be tough and accept whatever the school decision will be about the election of the chairman of the osis which will be related to the festival event at the end of their class later in the school year. Choose resignation and whatever decision he will accept.

"Oma's grandchildren why are they outside?"

Shahal-Shahil and Damar-Wulan turned their heads, finding the oma and opa that they had been looking for at home.

"Opa and Oma from anywhere? We searched since then, but nothing" asked Syahal.

"Opa runs out to accompany your oma shopping for the needs of yasinan seven days your uncle later tonight, son." said Mr. Aidi.

"Why didn't Oma take us?" asked Syahal again, putting on an upset fashion face.

"You're still asleep and Oma can't help waking you up, baby." said Ms. Aini, stroking Wulan's hair.

"Hmmm..failed the walk!" sukul Syahal, it is a strange child.

"Now is not the time for holidays, Mas!" timpal Shahil, elbowing the arms of the mas.

"Already, already!!! Don't fuss anymore. Oma same Opa want to go in first ya." exclaimed Bu Aini, stopping the joking of his two grandchildren.

Shahal-Shahil silenced, while Damar-Wulan chuckled softly at the behavior of the two who had always made a riot, quarreling only because of differences of opinion, ended a joke that was very useless, which was not good, making laughter will not stop for those who see it.

Mr. Aidi and Ms. Aini shook their heads in unison, fully understanding the character of her handsome twin granddaughter who was very changeable. Then invite the heel to step, want to enter the house that looks lonely. But the new step exploring the lips of the door immediately stopped, finding a duet of Wulan's hand wrapped by bandages.

"Yes Allah...! Why your hands, honey?" pekik Bu Aini, grab the grandson's hand.

Shahal-Shahil and Damar who were the shortest also stopped, seeing the oma who looked panicked when she found Wulan's hand. While Mr. Aidi who was walking in front, turned around. Approaching the strangled wife.

"Wulan's hands why Shahal, Shahil, Damar?" asked Mr. Aidi, giving a sharp look at his three handsome grandchildren.

"So morning Mami was hysterical again, Opa. Adek who wants to feed Mami eat, it must be exposed to broken dishes because Mami threw the plate on the floor." explained Damar, staring at the opa, reassuring.

"Oh my God, honey...! Oma told you, don't see your mom first, son! Your mother's emotions are not stable! It's very dangerous for you, and here's proof!" timpal Bu Aini, furious at the grandson.

"But Adek is fine, Oma!!! Anty Mala has also pacified Uncle with drugs, and now Anty again rests. Oma don't worry!" shahil said, calming the anxious oma.

"This is the hand that got the shard!!! If your anty is hysterical again, he might kill Wulan! How can Oma not be anxious?" mrs Aini, god-level panic.

"Stttt!!! Nevermind, Honey!!! After all Wulan's hand is fine. Wulan just nodded. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" timpal Pak Aidi, calmed the wife and turned to the favorite granddaughter.

Wulan nodded quickly, her left hand that had been healed from the gunshot wound at that time was lifted, stroking the cheek of the oma who had been wet from when by the crystal bulir. Make a smile on both corners of the lips the oma clearly visible in the eyes.

"Aaaaa.. aaaaa.. aaaaaaa... aaaaa... aaaaa... aaa... aaa... aaaa!" wulan said, playing one hand as a gesture.

Mr. Aidi and Ms. Aini also looked at each other, capturing the signal sign language of the incriminating grandson. Similarly, Syahal, Damar and Syahil who have begun to understand a little bit of Wulan sign language, making them also throw views to see the signal.

"Dad, Mother... Have you gone home?"

The daydreams all froze, leading the eyes to turn to the source of the voice that had just come out of his room downstairs, then approach everything near the door.

"Dad and the others why are you standing here?" dhana said, looking at everything.

"German, Dhana! Your daughter took Mom to visit your sister and sister-in-law's grave!" ma'am Aini replied, looking towards the son.

"For what, dear? Yesterday we also went to uncle's grave and onty' right?" dhana asked, stroking the princess's head.

"Aaaa.. aaaaa... aaaaaa!" said Wulan, staring at the papi.

Dhana was stunned, seeing the eyes of the princess who had been flooded, indicating that her heart was currently fragile, making her continue to remember the late uncle who was still very much missed. Although he had been comforted repeatedly by his three handsome twin mas, he could not heal the sadness of his heart today.

If Dhana is stunned then the same is the case with Pak Aidi, Bu Aini, Syahal-Shahil and Damar who are still circling the little girl.

"Yetdash..."

Dhana flinched, finding the princess's little hand pulling her hand, urging her to ask for an answer from her highness.

"Yes, Papi will accompany Wulan to go to uncle's grave and onty again yes." said Dhana, commenting on the tranquilizing smile.

"But Dhana, won't Doctor Ali come here to treat your wife again?" timpal Bu Aini, considering the therapy schedule of the son-in-law.

"Ahh yes! Dhana almost forgot, Mom! Fortunately, I reminded Dhana. But what about Wulan?" sahut Dhana, patted his own forehead for forgetting about it.

"Then let Father and Mother alone accompany Wulan to go to the tomb, Dhana! Honestly, I still miss them!" timpal Mr. Aidi, commenting on bitter smile.

"The room's coming, Opa!" sahut Damar, enthusiastic.

"Dad too!" sahut Syahal, do not want to lose.

"Shahil too, Opa!" sahut Shahil.

"The Shahal-Shahil is home, son. Let Opa and Oma go with Damar and Wulan. You help Uncle at home to take care of Anty, and keep the house from people who want evil! You didn't forget that Gibran is still wandering around?" sir Aidi said, commemorating the twin grandchildren.

Syahal-Shahil sighed in unison, followed by an uninspired nod, put on a look of disappointment but could not do anything if the opa had told, obliged to obey, undeniable. While Damar who got permission smiled broadly, patting the disappointed twin mas on the shoulder.

"Assynoltom..."

The sound of greeting echoed simultaneously, filling the ceiling of the living room that is still used as a place to stand all at this time. Not moving at all from the position made them look at each other, to catch two figures of men in the doorway. Start stepping inside with an arch on their lips.

"Wa'alaikum... Ziel, Al..."

"Well! Again at the gathering! But why stand here? Where did Opa Sama come from? How do you look so neat?" seloroh Aiziel, commenting on her sweet smile.

"Oma just got home from the supermarket, honey. For your uncle's sake tonight." replied Ms. Aini, smiling.

"It's all ready, isn't it Oma? Is there anything Al needs to help you with?" timpal Aifa.

Bu Aini nodded, stroking the handsome face of the middle granddaughter who had changed a lot since the kidnapping that day. Coupled with the departure of the uncle who made him shocked, still did not expect if the uncle had left. His cold, indifferent and impressed nature of not caring about the family has been lost. Exchanging to be warm, gentle, caring to all the family, including Wulan.

Aifa'al smiled sweetly, grabbing the delicate hand of the oma. The hand that since he was a child always caressed him with affection and love, made him increasingly believe that the oma never differentiated affection for all his grandchildren.

"Grandfather..why hands?"

The smile that had originally expanded, instantly receded as his sharp eyes caught Wulan's bandaged hand. Making Aifa'al who was stunned even approached the sister, grabbing the bandaged small hand quickly. And not much different from the younger brother, Aiziel was also surprised to see the hand of the beloved little girl was bandaged like wounded.

Instead of answering, Wulan smiled, looking at the attitude of the middle man who had really changed, very well and very worried about him.

"Jawab, Deck!!! Why even smile?" hatch Aifa'al, pinch Wulan's white cheek.

"Adek's hand was injured by the plate splinter, Mas. Mami had raged again earlier, and threw a plate until Adek's hand became a victim." replied Damar, representing.

"Kh!!! You're sloppy!" sumpul Aifa.

Wulan smiled again, gently rubbing Aifa'al's hand that was still holding her hand, making the hearts of all those who were there were filled, seeing Aifa'al's closeness that returned intact as before to Wulan.

"Let's go, baby, let's go now!"

"Well, where are you going?"

"To your uncle's grave, Ziel!!! Your sister wants to go there again she said."

"Al come, Opa!"

"You're home!"

"But outside is still a danger, Opa!"

"It was precisely Opa who left, Al!"

"Al wants to come! And Al doesn't want to be rejected!"

"Ziel's coming too, Opa!"

Mr. Aidi sighed harshly, looking at the handsome faces of his two grandchildren who were determined to come along, making him have to be firm.

"You guys are home! Point!"

"Al and Mas Ziel will be on duty!"

"What do you mean, son?"

Aifa'al turned his head, looking at the firstborn who was looking at him as well. Shortly after, Aiziel nodded, understanding the division of duties that the younger brother meant. While the others could only see, what the two sisters were discussing was through eye signals.

"Al will come! Ziel will stay!"

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