The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 123 ~ Lose Fast

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"Kh!!! Because of that bald lecturer I was late to pick up my sister at school!"

Syahal grumbled, growling in the bathin of the upset effect on the lecturer who entered and gave the lecture material today. The promise of only one hour to replace the course that had been neglected, it increased and continued until three hours passed, making him grunt annoyed.

"Mas Syahal...!"

The grumbling Shahal turned his head quickly, looking at the source of the voice that was Shahil.

"Sorry, Shahil just came out too! Lecturer Kiler even continued his college!" shahil who restrains frustration.

"Ck! Our fate is not much different!" timpal Syahal continued his steps.

"We're over three hours late, ma'am. Damar and Adek must have been exhausted waiting for us at school." said Syahil.

"Mas wants to call Damar first!!!" syahal replied, stopping his steps and reaching into his pocket and taking the phone.

Syahil also stopped his steps, standing beside Syahal, waiting for Damar's answer when the phone was connected. But after three times Syahal called Damar, not one time he was appointed, making Syahal suddenly anxious if something happened to his two twin sisters.

"How Mas?" ask Syahil.

"Not appointed Damar." replied Syahal.

"We'll just go there, Mom! Shahil is worried!" shahil who was worried.

Syahal nodded quickly, taking the widest possible step to reach the parking lot with Syahil who was no less fast when walking. They rushed up, started the engine and then sped off. Move away from campus which keeps their day cooped up by extra lectures.

The long journey is made as short as possible, infiltrating into the way of rats in order to avoid the congestion of the road that is expected to be crowded at lunch time like this. Syahal and Shahil are chasing each other for time and target, remembering their twin sisters at school.

Cietttt!

The engine is fast, making them lose control until the brake pedal is pulled firmly, making the two identical twins strung forward. But they are equally not concerned about it, which is in their heads at this time only Damar and Wulan if they remember the danger that still lurks their souls.

"Sepi, Mas!" sahut Syahil, eye circulation into the school grounds that have been closed by high gates.

"Ck! We're really late, Sister!!!" timpal Syahal, pissed off at himself and then grabbed his phone back.

"What do you want?" ask Shahil, astonished.

"Call Damar again!" Syahal.

Syahal fell silent, pervading the tone behind the phone that was connecting calls from him to Damar. But again, Damar who was contacted actually did not pick up the phone. Making Syahal anxious, then trying to contact the sister who was somehow there again and again.

"How Mas?" shahil asked, anxious since I saw the anxiety of the mas.

"Ck! Damar where the hell is he? Her phone is active, but she's not picking up Mas's call!" as if Syahal, grunt with anxiety while continuing to contact his sister.

"Try to contact Uncle! Who knows, Damar and Adek are home!" shahil, trying to stay calm.

"Don't! If they're home, they'll tell us! If Mas contacts Uncle, but they're not home, everyone will be worried!" syahal said, still continue to contact Damar.

"Mas Al! Try to contact Mas Al!" shahil cried, remembering Aifa'al.

"OK.." replied Syahal, seriously.

Syahal sighed for a moment, controlling a heart beset by worry, remembering his twin sisters who were out of nowhere.

"Buck...!" sahut Syahal's.

"What's Syahal? Your voice is panicking!" ask Aifa'al who picked up the phone.

"Great, Mom!" sahut Syahal, restless.

"Watch what? Talk the right way!" exclamation Aifa'al.

"Damar and Adek are not in school!" sahut Syahal again.

"Where are you?" aifa'al.

"In their school." replied Syahal.

"Wait there! Five minutes to go!" exclaim Aifa'al, close the connection.

Syahal nodded despite the phone call already being decided unilaterally by Aifa'al who seemed to be rushing over following her to Damar Wulan school. While Syahil who had heard the second conversation via telephone, increasingly unable to remain silent, angry and anxious.

A silence was created between the two after the connection was severed, dribbling the eyes all over the school and hoping his two twin sisters were still there. But the school was already very quiet, there was no one even security.

Where are they going? Did something happen to Damar and Adek like that? No, no, no! You can't think bad first, Shahil. They must be fine. Shahil murmured in a panicked heart.

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"Guaranto...!"

Wulan moved quickly, dropping the innocent sitting chair, staring at the nanar figure of the man in front of her at this moment.

"Wulan... Why are you? This is my sister." said Rumi, looking at the frightened Wulan.

Wulan's heart rate was increasingly racing, not expecting that the woman he helped with Damar was the younger brother of the man. Making a frightened stroke on her beautiful face is clearly painted with sweaty fur framing, bead shade also looks glassy in disbelief.

Wulan inched back, slowly wanting to reach the closed doorknob of the ward, wanting to escape immediately from the room and save her life.

The drap!

Wulan stepped wide, coming out from there without saying any words to Rumi who saw her confused. While the sturdy man was only silenced, looking at the little girl with an indecipherable look. Surprised perhaps, because the girl he knew was his sister's helper.

Back to Wulan! The little girl ran as fast as she could, away from the man who made her and both of her dads wretched, almost taking lives.

Bruk!

Wulan jumped violently, finding the body of someone she hit, making her even more frightened and strangled.

"She...!"

The roar of breath was increasingly racing, making him breathless when he saw whose body he hit. It turned out that Damar, who had just returned from the cafeteria, was carrying a bag of crackers filled with food for him.

Damar who saw the frightened sister frowned, looking at the wonder of the face of the sister who had been moistened by the sweat, his breath was panting like being pursued by someone who made him afraid.

"Why adek? Why run around like this scared person? What's up, Deck?"

Wulan massaged her chest, regulating her breath roar that was unwilling to stabilize, despite her current position already far away from the room. While Damar increasingly frowned, staring fixedly at the sweaty face.

"So calm down first. It's here!!!" said Damar, stroking the head of the sister.

Wulan nodded, trying to regulate the breath that began to be stable and friendly.

"What's wrong? Why is Adek running around?" said Damar, holding the hand of his sister.

"There's Mr. Bram, Mas!" answer Wulan.

Damar was flabbergasted, hearing the name of a person who had disappeared without a trace with Zivana and Gibran who were fugitives until now. But today, the name of the man who was quite close to the fugitive Police was thrown out of Wulan's mouth with his sign language.

Although Bram is not a police fugitive, but his status is an assistant to Gibran, making the adult man is also sought by the Police.

"Where's the Deck?" sahut Damar's.

"In Aunt Rumi's nursery!" wulan said, trying to tell the twins.

"In Aunt Rumi's room?" ask Damar, repeating Wulan's answer.

Damar swallowed his strong salivary. Wulan's answer seemed to justify his feelings that continued to rage did not want to calm down when he first found the woman. Making him stupefied for a moment, still unable to believe that the woman he and Wulan were helping was Bram's sister, the assistant of the man who wanted to harm him and Wulan.

"Mas is going there, Dek!" sahut Damar, moved with a murderous gaze.

"Don't, Mas!" exclaimed Wulan, trying to block Damar with great difficulty.

"We gotta catch him, Dek! He must know where Mr. Gibran is now!" sahut Damar, resisting the annoyance that wants to explode.

Wulan shook her head strongly, trying to calm the emotionally-ignited Damar. She pressed her hand firmly and wanted to leave, approaching Bram in Rumi's room.

"Room, Wulan...!"

Wulan turned her head quickly, looking towards the source of the voice that resounded calling out. While Damar stopped his steps, turned around to see who the person who called him was and Wulan had just.

"Pakde.." said Damar.

The one who called them was Ammar. It was seen that Ammar approached his two nephews who were sculpting.

"Why are you here, son?"

"It just so happens that there's Pakde here!"

"What's up Damar? Your face is so angry!"

"Here is Bram, Pakde!"

"Bram's? Gibran's assistant?"

Damar and Wulan nodded in unison, looking at the pakde who looked surprised to hear their words about it.

"Where is he now?"

"Follow Damar, Pakde!"

Ammar nodded, walking wide following Damar who walked quickly without releasing his grip from the sister, down the hospital hallway to the nursery that he and Wulan helped earlier.

Chequek!

The leaves of the nursery door were opened hard, revealing the entire room but there was no one inside. It's blank! The nursery occupied by Rumi was already uninhabited. Ammar, Damar and Wulan who found the room was empty were looking at each other, their movement was lost quickly with Bram and his sister.

"Are you sure he's here?" ammar.

"That's sure, sirde! Bram came to see his sister! His younger brother Damar and Adek helped on the road when he collapsed from a severe illness!" terang Damar, tell the pakde.

"Bram has a sister who's sick?" timpal Ammar, frowning at Damar.

Damar nodded, letting out a long sigh before telling everything to the pakde who listened carefully. Making the old memory of Ammar revolved again, hearing the story of the nephew made him remember his late sister who had the same fate.

"Maybe they're gone, Damar." timpal Ammar, trying to calm down.

"But Bram must be arrested, sirde! He must know where Gibran is right now!" serkas Damar, can't hold back emotions.

"Yes, my son, sirde understands! But it's useless if we're still chasing him, when we don't know where he's going! We're a step late! Bram must have taken his sister out of the hospital" said Ammar, calming Damar's emotions.

"But Pakde..."

Damar's words were trimmed by Wulan's hand gently stroking his arm, trying to calm him down who was emotional, unable to subdue the obvious enemy in plain sight, not being able to subdue him, there was only one step left but still he lost quickly again this time.

"It's almost afternoon, papi you must be worried about you at home right now! Pakde will take you home." said Ammar, rubbing both heads.

Wulan nodded obediently, while Damar was silent. Due to Bram's sudden appearance, making his lunch plan with his sister falls apart. Even his brief encounter with Rumi, who is none other than his sister Bram, had to separate without any farewells.

"Aaaa..aaaa...!" wulan Sahut.

Ammar stopped his steps, turning his heels to look at Wulan who was still loyal to hold his gold hand firmly.

"What's the matter, honey?" ask Ammar.

"The new moon remembers something, sirde!!! Better, Mas Damar contact Mas Syahil or Mas Syahal first! Wulan was afraid that if they went to school and did not find us, they would be anxious!" answer Wulan.

"So Syahal-Shahil is in charge of picking you up today?" ask Ammar.

Wulan commented with a big smile, nodding in response to the captain. While Damar who had been down since then immediately looked up, turned his head quickly towards the younger brother who was smacking his smile. Remembering the two twin cars that may be currently looking for them to the corners of the capital.

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"Shahal, Shahil...!"

Syahal was upset. Five minutes promised by the mas actually exceeded the limit to 6x fold, making his feet ache standing in front of the school gate, waiting for the mas who never came to show the top of his nose.

While Syahil rushed to Aifa'al who was no less rushed down from the motorbike without removing the helmet on the head.

"How's Shahil?" ask Aifa'al.

"School's closed, Mom!" shahil said, shaking weakly because there is no bright spot about the whereabouts of his two younger siblings.

"Mas Al anywhere, huh!? Since when does five minutes feel like half an hour!!!" timpal Syahal who interrupted the conversation, gave a faint snort staring intently at Aifa'al.

"Ck! There is no time to curse, Syahal! If you have a sore stand, why not sit like Shahil! Let's go in! Who knows if there's anyone we can ask in there!" said Aifa'al, did not criticize the grumbling sister who was upset.

Syahal snorted angrily, growling in his heart at Aifa'al's attitude without the slightest guilt towards him. Aifa'al and Shahil approached the gate, looking for a gap to enter.

Drrrrt!

Syahal was the shortest, finding his phone vibrating from inside his jacket pocket. Then his hand reached for the phone, swerving away instantly, looking at the name on his phone screen.

"Room, M...!" sahut Syahal, girang.

"Quick lift!" exclaim Aifa'al, firmly.

Syahal nodded obediently, Damar's name on the phone screen made him forget his frustration with Aifa'al. While Syahil who heard that the one who called was Damar, no less surprised, made his worry disappear.

"Assalamualaikum.. Where are you Dik?" pekik Syahal was upset with Damar.

"Wa'alaikumsalam..can't Mas's shrill voice be put down!!!" as if Damar was angry with the voice of Syahal.

"Sorry, Mas is frantically looking for you as well Adek! Where the hell are you guys? Mas, Shahil even Mas Al is in front of your school, but you are not there! The school gate was closed and silent, like a grave!" cercah Syahal, shudder in horror.

There was no answer from Damar behind the phone, just as breezy as his breathing was being stifled, as heavy as the current problem. Making Syahal frown for a moment while looking towards Aifa'al and Shahil.

"Same room Adek in the hospital, Mas!"

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Happy Reading All 😇😇😇

For all the brothers who have been impatient waiting for Mala and Wulan to meet each other after so many days even though they live at home, be patient. Dina guarantee they will meet you, but must be patient, okay..👌👌👌 do not be crushed because dina like to make a story hanging 😂😁️