The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 113 ~ Dream?

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"Al will come! Ziel will stay!"

Pak Aidi and Bu Aini looked at each other, a split second before Bu Aini's nod appeared. Assuming the proposal of the grandchild who kekeuh want to come along to divide the task like this, shows a huge anxiety when on the trip later.

"If Mas Al is coming, Syahal is coming too!"

"No need for Syahal!"

"Why Mas?"

"If you come along, Syahil will be automatic too!"

"Yes, for sure! We're twins!"

"You're home with Mas Ziel!"

"Kh!!! Not fair!"

"This is fair! Mas looks after the Uncle twins, and Mas Ziel looks after the Paklik twins! Fair, right? It's fair!!!"

"Kh!!! The theory of that?"

"Just take an impromptu theory!"

The crisp sound of curdiness just came out from the mouth of Wulan who saw the two, arguing wanted to come with her to the tomb, tickling the stomach but warming. While Pak Aidi, Bu Aini, Dhana, Aiziel, Syahil and Damar just shook their heads amusedly.

"Already, already! If you argue like this, when do we leave? Oma also has to prepare for the event later tonight, dear!!!" exclaimed Bu Aini, seeing Aifa'al and Syahal who put on a sullen face.

"Yes, Dad and Mom be careful!!! Dhana is the title of Damar-Wulan." said Dhana.

"Sure, Dhana! Then you and Mom go away for a while" replied Mr. Aidi.

Dhana nodded, letting the father take his daughter's son away to the tomb with the mother and Aifa'al.

"Don't be long!" sahut Syahal's.

"Get you!" sumpul Aifa.

Syahal sneered furiously, staring at the middle mas who walked out with Pak Aidi, Bu Aini, Damar-Wulan.

"Alright, Shahal! There is still Mas and Shahil at home." said Aiziel, comforting the sister who was in a bad mood.

"Mas Syahal has been like that since, Mas! Her sense of humor is up and down!" timpal Shahil, teasing the twin.

"Be quiet, Shahil!" sudang Syahal's.

"Already, already! How come you guys are getting so noisy? Instead of upsetting yourself, you better go upstairs. Mumpung Damar is gone!" timpal Dhana, embrace his third shoulder.

"Uncle idea is steady too!"Syahal.

"Ck! Turn to remember Damar's room, just lost the bad mood!" sudang Syahil, ticklish.

Syahal gave a faint snort, turned his heels rushing towards Damar's room, made Aiziel and Shahil shake their heads then caught up with Syahal who might have been sitting sweetly in it. While Dhana who saw the behavior of his three nephews can only smile bitterly while shaking in anxiety.

Dhana also moved, closing the door that was still wide open, as well as making sure both parents with the children had left. Sure enough, the father's car just darted quickly out of the gate, making him smile and then closing the door.

"Let's follow that car!"

"Good Boss!"

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"How's Bram?"

On the front porch of a secluded villa, away from the noise of vehicles in the city center, Gibran looks out from inside a villa that is quite large and luxurious, approaching Bram who is struggling with his phone since a few hours.

Bram turned around quickly, slightly bowing his head as a sign of respect to Gibran.

"It's done, sir!"

"Good! The terror will begin soon!"

Bram nodded, confirming Gibran with his new plan to attack.

"What about Miss, Mister?"

"Zivana's safe! He often asks when we will stay here. I will continue to convince Zivana!!!"

"I'm worried that Miss will find out your true plan, Master!!!"

"That's never gonna happen! She is my daughter and I know her very well!"

Bram budging. A week ago he and Gibran were in this remote Villa with Zivana, hiding from the police siege, devising a more sinister plan for revenge. In Bram's silence, his brain seemed to spin, remembering the young lady who kept asking, but as much as possible he dodged. Not daring to answer for fear of a wrong answer that can cause suspicion.

"What about the news?"

"Nobody knows, sir! Because I have already told others that guaranteed the work is very smooth and clean!!!"

"Then what about the kid?"

"All is done, sir! The child's confidant already gave me a report! And the recording of Miss's voice that night is in her ear, sir!"

"How did the boy react?"

"The reaction is like this Sir!"

The hand that is still holding the phone is brought to move, pressing the play button on the voice message that had entered into one of the applications on his phone. Listening to the hoarse voice of someone he managed to deceive, using the situation to launch a devious and evil plan. Fishing one corner of Gibran's lips lifted upward, creating a sweet smile yet having evil intent.

"Good! Zivana must have liked it!"

***

"What's Mala's condition, Doctor?"

Doctor Ali let out a long sigh, gathering energy to explain Mala's condition after several hours in the room with the assistant sister, treating Mala according to the prescribed schedule. Meanwhile, Dhana was asked to wait outside for the wife's therapy to run smoothly.

"Bu Mala's condition was better than the first day of therapy at that time, Mr. Dhana. It's just that we still need enough time to do other therapies so that your wife's emotions can return to normal as usual." said Dr. Ali, explaining.

"My wife's emotions are still unstable, Doc. He was angry when he saw his daughter. Is it a reaction from therapy or are there other symptoms that afflict the psychic Mala?" dhana said, remembering the tantrum of the wife.

"Pak Dhana take it easy. It was just one of the reactions of the first therapy and Ms Mala's emotions were still in a below normal stage. So we must be patient, Mr. Dhana." replied Doctor Ali, calming Dhana.

"What does that mean, my wife's gonna take a long time Doc?" ask Dhana, gamang.

"Maybe not, Mr. Dhana. But my advice, it is better for now Miss Mala is not met first with her daughter because it can shake her psyche that has not been stable" said Dr. Ali.

"How can I do that Doc? Wulan must have rejected the doctor's advice. She wouldn't be able to if she hadn't seen her mom in a day. If he knew, he would be saddened by this doctor's advice." said Dhana, do not imagine if it really happened.

"Like this Mr. Dhana, give Wulan an interval to meet with him. Once every two days or once every three days, even once a week if you can. In this case I do not intend to keep Wulan away from Bu Mala, but in this way we can see how Bu Mala reacts. Will he miss his daughter or even still be indifferent and uncaring. Well, from that way we can see the actual condition of Ms. Mala, whether her condition is good or even getting worse on her daughter."

"No, Mr Dhana!!! But this method is often used in patients whose case is the same as Ms. Mala, and thank God many are successful. Because actually, no mother can be far from her own child." said Dr. Ali.

Dhana fell silent, confirming the words of Doctor Ali which he had never done since knowing Mala's disease.

"All Doctor! I'll try it later! Hopefully, Wulan will understand." said Dhana, deciding on the advice of Doctor Ali.

"Well, Mr. Dhana. Then I'll go back to the hospital first." replied Doctor Ali, saying goodbye after his assistant came out.

"Thank you so much Doctor" said Dhana.

Doctor Ali nodded, patting Dhana on the shoulder slowly before stepping away. A smile is returned by Dhana who is still silent on the spot, letting the doctor go with his assistant. After Doctor Ali left, Dhana also chose to go into the room, wanting to see the condition of the wife who was sitting leaning on her bed.

"Mas Dhana's..."

"You're okay, aren't you, sweetheart?"

"My feelings are calmer, Mom."

"Thank God! I'm happy, honey."

"Where is our son?"

"The room? He's out with Dad."

"Not Damar, Mas."

"Then? Shahal-Shahil? They're in the room."

"Not them, Mommy."

"Where is our son? Ziel and Al?"

"Not them but Wulan, Mas!"

Dhana was stunned, staring at the clear netra of the wife who was accompanied by a smile, asking for the existence of the princess for the first time, mentioning the name of the princess for the first time as well. Making Dhana not believe, is he dreaming right now? Of course not, right?

"Darling... You asked Wulan? My ears don't hear wrong, do they?" tanya Dhana, among happy and doubtful.

"Why is it, then? Wulan is my daughter! Shouldn't I ask where my daughter is now?" mala said calmly and without any anger.

Dhana was completely agape, still distrustful of the attitude of the wife at this time. He looked into Mala's eyes, finding out if there was something strange. But what was seen there was only a twinkle, befriending her different sweet smile.

"Darling... This is really you, right? I'm not dreaming, am I?" dhana asked, cupping the astonished face of the wife.

"If this isn't me, then who is Mas? I really am Mala, your wife!!!" mala.

"But you don't usually behave like this, honey. Even you have never asked Wulan before!!! That's why I'm surprised, at the same time happy." said Dhana, cupping the face of the wife.

"That's, Mas. I also feel strange about myself. Lately, I've been thinking about Wulan. I felt like hugging her but every time I saw her, my heart and mind kept fighting." Mala replied, her face turned sad.

"You still hate our daughter? Don't you remember all your bad attitude towards Wulan, honey?" tanya Dhana, make sure Mala's condition is right.

"I remember everything, Mom. But every time I remember that, my heart hurts. I told Doctor Ali, and he said my mind was still shackled by the events of my dark life. And right now I want to hug her, Mas!!! I want to meet my daughter!!!" mala said, clutching Dhana's hand tightly.

Dhana smiled bitterly, still not believing in all this. Just now he and Dr. Ali discussed about the condition of Mala before the middle-aged doctor left, but Mala's reaction was like this, looking good even very good after 2x doing therapy. Is Mala really healed?

"Darling, I really still can't believe all this. Do you really want to hug the tiny body of our beautiful daughter? Did I not hear wrong?" cercah Dhana, choked.

"I mean it, Mom!!! I want to hug my son and daughter! Our twins, Damar and Wulan!" mala answered enthusiastically.

Dhana smiled bitterly, befriending a clear circle that escaped in her eyes, staring at the bead of the wife who sparkled. Touched as well as amazed, did not expect that the change in Mala's attitude would be this fast.

"Wulan must be happy to hear this!"

***

"Wulan baby.. Let's go home, son!"

Wulan shook her head, still sitting at home on the edge of the pusara the uncle and the onty. His eyes were swollen with tears, staring at the words of his late uncle and the onty. While Mr. Aidi, Ms. Aini, Aifa'al and Damar have repeatedly persuaded him to come home, Wulan just shook his head.

"Honey. This is going to be dark, we also have to prepare your uncle's event later tonight. If you were like this, Uncle and Onty would definitely be sad, son!!!" said Ms. Aini, trying to persuade Wulan.

Wulan kept on shaking her head, her tears still flowing profusely, splitting her cubby white cheeks. Making Mr. Aidi, Aifa'al and Damar can't bear to force him.

"Adek. Poor Papi with Mami at home, surely they are worried waiting for all of us." said Damar.

"Mami is only worried about Mas Damar, not Adek!!! Adek just want to be here! Adek wants to be with Uncle and Onty here!!!" wulan replied, her hands agilely signalling that she refused to go home.

"Don't be like that, honey. If Uncle and Onty Dhina heard, they must be sad there. Wulan wants them sad?" timpal Bu Aini, patiently facing his grandson.

Again Wulan shook his head, the hand that had originally wiped the tomb board of the late uncle was now raised, tightly hugging the oma who was crouching beside him. Making Bu Aini gasp, but with a pity his hand also stroked the back of the grandson who shook, up and down when his crying began to break again.

Why did Wulan come home Uncle? Why else would Wulan go home to Onty? If until this moment Mami has not been able to accept the defective Wulan. Wh why? Why are you two just going? Why don't you guys take Wulan with you? Uncle and Onty said that you love Wulan so much, but why are you leaving? Wulan wants to be hugged by Mami. Wulan wants Mami to hug Wulan for a while. Wulan muttered in a screaming heart.

Wulan's cry seemed endless, her tears were getting louder when she remembered the mother. Make Mr. Aidi, Ms. Aini, Aifa'al and Damar who saw the dripping crystal, do not have the heart to hear the concoction of the little girl who is destined to suffer.

"Yes, my dear!!! We have to go home!!! If we stay here long and cry like this, pity Uncle and Onty. Yea?" said Bu Aini, rubbing the face of the grandson.

Wulan stabilized the innocent breath due to crying a lot, wiped the flooded eyes then nodded faintly, making everything relieved because finally the little girl wanted to go home after sobbing.

Mr. Aidi, Ms. Aini, Aifa'al, Damar and Wulan also left. Leaving the center of the two beloved people quietly, get in the car and go home.

A greng!

Cietttt!

The speed of the car that was originally smooth was made stopped instantly. Mr. Aidi who saw a motor tucking in from the right side was surprised to his feet spontaneously stepped on the brake pedal, making everything gasp.

"Down!!! Or this car will be destroyed!!!"

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Happy Reading All 😇😇😇

Want Mala to change quickly or long?

If the ride wants a long time, but the same kasian Wulan ya already suffer terget🥲

Keep monitoring Wulan with various problems yes 🤟 thank you