The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 116 ~ Fill Terror Box

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"Woi...! Don't run away!"

Aifa'al's loud voice surprised Aiziel, Syahal-Shahil, Damar and all. While Aifa'al got out of place very quickly, chasing after a black figure who wanted to run.

"Al...!" exciting Aiziel.

"Mas Al...!" syahal-shahil.

Aiziel and Syahal-Shahil also moved, following Aifa'al who was running fast, chasing someone who looked faint because of the dark due to lack of lighting. While Ammar and Sadha who were shocked by Aiziel's call to call the sister could only be fixated.

"Kids...!" exclaim Ammar.

"Where are they going, Mom?" ask Sadha.

"Come, Sadha. Ziel and the twins yelled for Al who seemed to be chasing someone in front of them." replied Ammar, still monitoring the children.

"Let's go, Mas!!!" shadha said, wanting to chase after her children.

"No need, Sadha!!! They can handle it!!!" exclaimed Ammar, preventing.

Ammar and Sadha remained in their positions, but their eyes were still watching despite their considerable distance.

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"Woi...! Stop lo...!!!"

Aifa'al kept running, chasing after someone who was ready to take the bike with lightning speed, leaving Aifa'al who kept on exclaiming, trying to stop him.

A greng!

The loud sound of the motorbike engine that had gone successfully made Aifa'al growl annoyed. His hands clenched firmly, his jaw also hardened, unsheathing a sharp murderous gaze at that person.

"Al...!" sahut Aiziel, panting.

"Who is it?" ask Shahil, panting.

"Coward! He was a coward who only dared to terrorize people secretly!" aifa'al replied, snorting furiously.

"Did you see Al's face?" aiziel asked, rubbing Aifa'al's back to calm her down.

"He's wearing a mask, Mom! It's hard for Al to recognize his face, especially in dark times like this." said Aifa'al, trying to calm down.

"He must be Gibran's man again!!!" timpal Shahil, staring intently at the night mist.

"Yes already..we'd better go back home, Mas!!! Poor Adek is still in shock." said Syahal, mediating the emotions of both.

"Shahal's right, Al. We better go home now. Come on!!!" said Aiziel, attracting the sister who seemed reluctant to move.

"Come Shahil!" shahal exclaims, pulling Shahil.

Aifa'al and Shahil who still held back were just resigned, following the movement of the mas who continued to pull him home. When they got to the front of the gate, Wulan was still in her position, curled up in fear and looked stunned.

"Uncle... We better get Adek inside!!! Pity that later Adek can be sick!!!" exclaims Aiziel who approached the uncle.

"Come Damar! Bring your sister in!" timpal Dhana, after giving a nod to the nephew.

Damar nodded obediently, then moved slowly without removing his arms from the sister who was still stunned by fear. Followed by all who seemed still shocked to hear the screeches of Wulan.

Slowly Damar took the sister sitting, still in a position to hug her.

"Drink first, baby!" ibel said, sitting close to Wulan and leading her.

Wulan broke her embrace, reached out to the glass given by the bude and upheld it until it ran out. His breath was breathless as it held back fear. While the others were glued to a sitting position, looking at the trembling Wulan.

"What really happened, son?" ma'am Aini asked, couldn't help but be curious.

"Yes, Honey. What exactly happened? Why are you suffocating so hard and cowering in fear outside alone?" timpal Ibel, stroking the head of Wulan.

Wulan also sighed many times, neutralizing the fear that enveloped, trying to calm down and dismiss the anxiety that was seeping in the chest.

"Everything because of this box, Mommy!!!" aifa'al replied, pointing out the box he found outside the gate.

"Try Uncle look at that box!" exciting Dhana.

"Before Uncle opens it, Uncle should be able to withstand the stench from inside there!!!" aifa'al shouted out as he held out the box.

"What's the contents of Al's box?" asked Mr. Aidi, could not deny his curiosity.

"We'll see, Opa!" aifa'al replied, firmly.

Dhana frowned in confusion, looking at the niece who was holding back angrily. Same thing with the others, but not with Wulan who had seen the contents of the mysterious terror box.

"Hurry up, Dhana!" exclaim Ammar.

Dhana nodded obediently, sighing longly for a moment before her hands began to work opening the cover of the terror box.

The srek!

Dhana's eyes rounded perfectly when he found an empty shroud but containing writing, using deep red ink.

"YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!!!"

Not only Dhana's eyes are patterning, now all are no less astonished, hearing the words of Dhana that correspond to what is written on the shroud. The fishy smell of the concentrated blood on the shroud also burst out, making everyone suddenly nauseous to want to vomit.

"Who dares terrorize you, Dhana? Say the same! I'll beat him with my own hands!!!" exclaimed Ammar, furious with the enemy of the younger brother.

"Well, this is all..."

"The Gibranites! And the person Al was chasing was definitely the one, Daddy!" hatch Aifa'al, cut off the uncle's words.

"Did you see Al's face?" timpal Sadha, both furious and curious.

"Unfortunately no, Paklik! That's what Al regrets! Though Al's hand almost finished off the man!" aifa'al said, angry.

"Patience, Al! You can't be rash!" timpal Ibel, give a stern warning.

Aifa'al sighed harshly, an emotion that was now rubbing itself as if reluctant to leave, eager to vent it on the person he had seen earlier. Aiziel and Syahal, who were beside Aifa'al, also calmed him down.

"We need to find out who Gibran's henchmen are still roaming free, Mas!" shahil said, looking sharply at Aifa'al.

"Shahil... You must not be reckless, dear! Gibran is dangerous!" vanny exclaimed, commemorating the son who was still upset.

"Your mom is right, honey!!! Oma please, don't any of Oma's grandchildren act rashly without a plan!!!" timpal Bu Aini, anxious to see the granddaughter's emotions.

"But Shahil is right, Oma, Bulik!!! If we keep quiet and let Gibran and his men roam out there, not only Adek, but we'll all be threatened, let alone Anty Mala!" aifa'al.

"Yes, Al. Bulik and Oma understood, we are all here very understanding!!! But not rashly, son! We all don't want you to be fucked!" vanny.

"But Bulik..."

"Al... Opa understands your feelings, son! You must be very worried about Wulan and our family, but what your mom and mom said was all true!!! In our family, safety and mutual protection are the first priority! Opa sure, your sister Wulan, must also agree with the words of Opa, Oma, Bulik and your mommy." said Mr. Aidi, calming the grandson who is still covered in anger.

Wulan who already looked calmer, nodded quickly. Support the opa which represents feelings of anxiety if the two mas act rashly and want to find out everything without a plan. While Aifa'al and Shahil who saw the nod of the sister with a sweet smile just sighed heavily, after the two looked at each other for a moment.

"All right! Al will obey the words of Opa, Oma, Mommy and Bulik! But if this happens again, Al beg you not to block Al again!" aifa'al replied, still angry and chose to leave.

Mr. Aidi sighed heavily, seeing the attitude of the grandson who remained stubborn, not wanting to be denied even though it was wrong.

"Shahil wants to catch up with Mas Al!" shahil Exclamation.

"Wait, wait! You don't intend to make any plans secretly with Mas Al, do you?" tukas Syahal, look at the sister.

"Ck! Don't start, Mom!" shahil Exclamation.

"Yes, you and Mas Al could run away and do the plan secretly" Syahal said, rotating his eyes with a tense situation that hit his family.

Instead of answering, Shahil simply clucked and went after Aifa'al to the side porch of the house. While Syahal was upset by the twin, to provoke a moment of smile everyone who was there.

"Come Mas! Instead of them running away later, maybe this problem will be more runyam!" answer Syahal, move first.

Aiziel shook her head, then rushed out of the living room and followed Aifa'al and Shahil to the side porch of the house.

"Dhana... If the terror box is for Mala, but why did the terrorist put the box in front of the gate? Until Wulan's eyes are victimized and must be contaminated with cheap terror!" said Sadha, still furious but calmer.

"Come, Mas! Actually, Dhana also had thought of Mas's question, but maybe, if the terrorer did not know what Mala's true condition was like." replied Dhana, seeing the bloody writing.

"Maybe the terror thought that it was Mala who would receive the box, Sadha." said Ammar, looking at his two younger brothers.

"That's what it means, Mom!" exciting Dhana.

"Yes it could be, but it does not rule out the possibility also not, if the intruder turns out to know the condition of Mala. Then she's taking advantage of the situation to bring down your wife's psychic again, Dhana." said Sadha.

"Everything can happen, Mom! Without our guessing before." replied Dhana, leaning back limp.

"But somehow Damar felt, if this terror is indeed for Adek, Pi, Pakde, Paklik!!!" timpal Damar, looking towards the three.

"Maybe not, Damar. Pity your sister if she is the target of Gibran's terror." said Ammar, reassuring Damar.

"Yes, hopefully, sir." replied Damar.

Wulan commented with a smile as Damar turned to him, calming the twin who was worried about him, trying to convince through his smile that everything would be fine even though he himself was not sure.

"Yes, for a while, let's just forget about this terror problem! You should all rest because it's getting night!" exclaimed Mr. Aidi, while moving from his sofa.

"Then Ammar same Ibel pamit go home first yes, Yah." said Ammar who left and followed also by his wife.

"No, Ammar!!! I didn't tell you to come home tonight! I don't want to take any chances, if something happens on the way to you and Ibel! You better stay here, until it's safe and tomorrow morning you can go home!!! Father's decision also applies to Sadha and Vanny!" said Mr. Aidi, firmly.

Ammar and Ibel exchanged glances, as did Sadha and Vanny, who were witnesses to the father's firm command. Making them speechless, before their heads nodded obediently together.

Mr. Aidi also left, followed by Bu Aini who understood with a stroke of anxiety the husband, asking all his children, daughter-in-law and grandchildren to stay together. After Pak Aidi and Bu Aini entered the room, Ammar and Ibel went after Ibel's delicate hand stroked Wulan's face. Letting the twins be with the papi. Make Sadha and Vanny understand, then rush into his room.

"Pi... Papi why daydream?" Damar.

"But afraid you're wretched!" answer Dhana.

"The chamber of promise will look after Adek, Pi!"

"But Gibran is so cruel, Damar!"

"The good ones will always win, Pi!"

Dhana nodded, turning towards her two twins who were commenting on a smile, calming the frightened papi. Supported entirely by the nod of Wulan, allowing the word Damar.

"Well.ahhh...!"

The silent atmosphere momentarily changed. Dhana, Damar and Wulan who were still sitting in the living room were shocked when they heard a shriek from the direction of Mala's room. Make them rush towards the room to see Mala who is awake and hysterical again.

Chequek!

Dhana was flabbergasted, seeing the wife who had woken up but was curled up in the corner of the room. The room was as messy as a broken ship.

Dhana also entered, approaching Mala who looked riled. While the papi entered and calmed the mami, Wulan who had wanted to follow was prevented quickly by Damar. Making the little girl's netra teary, could not bear to see the hysterical mommy choking like that.

"Yeahhhh...! No...!"

"Mala! Why are you, honey?"

"No! My son can't die!"

"Honey..be calm!"

"My son must not die! Can't!"

"Darling... calm down! It's me, your husband!"

"Yeahhhh...! Don't kill my son!"

"Darling.I beg you to calm down!"

Mala continued to scream, throwing all the pillows in any direction as if he was expelling someone, making the husband distraught when faced with his illness that suddenly relapsed somehow.

"The room.. Take Wulan out!" dhana exclaimed, looking at her two children who were still glued to the doorway.

"Good Pi! Come Deck!" sahut Damar, turned to look at the brother who had cried.

"Bab...aass!!!" wulan said, shaking her head strongly because she did not want to leave Mala.

"Mas understand, Deck! But at a time like this Mami would be very dangerous for Adek!" damar answered, trying to persuade Wulan.

"Bab.. aass!" wulan said, sobbing.

Damar shook his head, bringing his sister out of the room of the mother who was crazy like that. Making Wulan sobbing, the moment he had been waiting for since seemed to have to be dejected if he saw the current condition of the mother.

"Damar... What's wrong?" cercahs Aiziel.

"Who else is strangled?" timpal Aifa.

"Room..answer!" syahal-shahil.

Aiziel approached Damar, coming with Aifa'al and Syahal-Shahil who heard the sound of Mala's screeching from the side porch of the house. Not long after, the old people who wanted to rest also came after being surprised by Mala's shrieking voice.

"Whose voice is that?" ask Mr. Aidi.

"Mommy! Mommy's hysterical again, Mas, Opa!"

"Then where's your papa?" timpal Ammar.

"The fire is calming Mami, Pakde!"

"You help Dhana, Mas!" exclaiming Ibel.

Ammar nodded, taking wide steps to reach the door of Dhana's room. But Ammar's steps stopped, seeing Dhana who came out with a roiled look, carrying a box that was the same size as the box Wulan found.

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

"Mala's been drugged again, Mas!"

"What box is this?" ask Ammar again.

Dhana heaved a heavy sigh, opened the lid of the box slowly and took out the contents, revealing to everyone what was inside the cheap box.

"YOUR SON WILL DIE!!!"

An inscription on a used shroud, inked blood red with writing and intent that was almost the same as the previous box. What distinguishes the writing is only the word 'YOUR SON' on the box in Mala's room, with the word 'YOU' on the box outside the gate found by Wulan. Making all eyes wide, shocked by the terror that comes in this row.

"Damar's guess is right!" exclaim Ammar.

"What is Mas's guess?" tukas Sadha's.

Ammar was silenced, seeing Dhana for a moment who seemed to understand his intention. Both of them turned their heads, looking at Wulan who looked confused, as well as the others but not with Aifa'al. The young man growled, clenching his hands firmly befriended his gaze, as if understanding the younger brother's conjecture.

"Gibran isn't after Anty anymore, Paklik! But he's after Adek Wulan!!!"

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