The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 129 ~ Youngster vc Old Man

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"What does Mas Al want to talk to us about?”

Shahil also finally made a sound, issued a complaint that has since rotated fully in the head because it held in curiosity, greeted with a nod by Wulan who was also no less curious, looking at Aifa'al who was suddenly silent.

After the special dinner ritual was completed Aifa'al who did not want to delay time again rushed to pull Wulan's hand towards the top floor, making the others follow, curious about the topic of Aifa'al's conversation that had been delayed continuously since then. Had got a constraint when Aifa'al suddenly pulled Wulan's hand after finishing eating, but a small obstacle was able to Aifa'al finish well with just one response.

"Mas..talk dong!" shahil, curious.

"Yes Al, don't make us curious like this." - Aiziel.

"It's about Adek's successor on that same night!" exclamation Aifa'al.

"I mean Mas? Did you find the guy?" ask Syahal.

"That person is quite close to Mas and Shahil!" answer Aifa'al.

Shahil opened his eyes wide, staring at the wonder full of question marks of the middle mas who suddenly related his name to the terror of the night. Not only Shahil, but Aiziel and Syahal also rounded curious eyes.

But not for Damar and Wulan who had heard the story of the twins when they were still in school. Aifa'al's words succeeded in getting them distracted, recalling Damar's long conversation with Kinan in his study this morning.

"Dimas...! Isn't it Mas?" timpal Damar, one of his eyebrows raised.

"Do you know where Damar is?" ask Aifa'al, surprised that Damar already knows.

"Bu Kinan, Mum. Mrs Kinan told Damar." Damar replied.

"Mr Kinan? How did your teacher know?" ask Aifa'al, astonished.

Damar let out a long sigh, before the long barrage of sentences in his head was ready for him to tell in front of his mas about what he had heard directly from Kinan, connected with the long story Aifa'al that he got from Kenzie, that Dimas had betrayed Bima and wanted to take the position of Bima as the captain of the motorcycle gang.

Not getting there, Damar's story continues when Aiziel asks the cause of Wulan who had collapsed. Making Aiziel flabbergasted, knowing everything about Bram and his sister who had been helped by his two twin brothers. But thanks to Wulan who acted, convinced Aiziel that he was fine.

"Dimas! Again he's the one who bothers you!" shahil said, growling.

"But the way Bu Kinan is great." said Syahal, praising the headmaster of the school.

"Our enemies are growing! You guys should be more careful! Moreover, not only Dimas, Bram had also dared to show his face in front of Adek!" exciting Aiziel.

"If it's Dimas, Al himself can still deal with it, Mas. The hard one right now is Gibran, where is that bangkotan guy now? As long as he hasn't been caught, the tranquility of our extended family will continue to be threatened!" aifa'al replied, looking at Aiziel.

"Where did Mas Al know that Dimas became Gibran's man now?" timpal Shahil who could not help but feel curious in his heart at this moment.

"Kenzie came to Mas this morning, not long after you returned to the campus to continue the course. Ken told Mas everything. Dimas' actions become more arbitrary with the other children after Tiger's gang joins Black Moon. And Mas also had time to come to..."

"Where are you going?" shahil asked, waving in wonder.

Aifa'al was silenced when he realized that his speech was too long without brakes, making him almost say something he really wanted to say. While Aiziel, Shahal, Shahil and Damar look at each other in wonder, catching Aifa'al's sudden strange attitude. But not with Wulan who seems to find something behind the middle mas bead.

"Mas...answer!!! Where did you come?" ask the Shahil again.

"Mas... I met Bima at the Police Station!!!" answer Aifa'al.

Wulan let out a long sigh while hearing Aifa'al's honesty which not only corroborated his temporary conjecture, but also confirmed all his suspicions that Aifa'al had indeed met Bima at the Police station.

Then what about the expression of Aiziel, Syahal, Shahil, especially Damar? Of course, the four youths were furious.

"What did you come there for?" sahut Damar, do not like it for sure.

"Mas just wanted to make sure Ken's words were right, Damar!" answer Aifa'al.

"It's definitely not just that! Bima also asked Mas for help, right?" damar.

"You're right! And that's what I want to talk to you about!" Aifa'al.

"There's nothing to talk about that kid, Al! Without you even talking about the boy's problem, I'm sure that you would have known what we all answered!" tymphal Aiziel.

"Al know, Mas. He was very knowledgeable and Al rejected him. But there is one thing that we may still consider together for Bima, Mas." replied Aifa'al.

"There is no consideration for a child like Bima, Mas! He's clearly guilty, and then what else would he consider?" concluded Syahil, furious to hear the words of Aifa'al.

"We can put forward a requirement, in return if we're going to release him! And Bima himself said that! At first Mas was hesitant, but Mas thought there was no harm if we use this opportunity, Shahil!" aifa'al said, calm down.

"Fuck on condition, Mom! Bima will never be trusted!" shahil Exclamation.

"But at least we think about it!" aifa'al exclaimed, trying to resist growling.

"Nothing to think about, Mom!!! Bu Kinan just refused to help Bima without having to think about the consideration, then why did Mas care about the child?" concluded Damar, no less furious.

"Alright, Mom! Helping Bima to get out of prison was just something that was very impossible and would never happen! We disagree!" timpal Syahal's.

Aifa'al let out a long sigh, the assumption that made him gamang before telling Bima's request to beg him while at the Police station has now occurred, until the debate between him and Aiziel, Syahal, Shahil and Damar are inevitable.

While Wulan who had been a loyal listener since then could only sigh heavily, the debate of the mas really made him dizzy at this time.

"OKAY...! They will follow your wishes! Let Bima serve the punishment for his evil deeds!" aifa'al exclaimed, succumbing rather than having to argue longer.

"That decision is better than we have to argue, Mas!" yell Damar, lirih

"Okay, I'm sorry." said Aifa'al, bowed resignedly.

The debate over Bima could finally be controlled by Aifa'al well, choosing to give in rather than argue. After all Aifa'al also did not want to help Bima to get out of prison, let alone trying to persuade Damar who was clearly going to refuse.

Making everything quiet now, sitting leaning on the sofa that was upstairs, trying to throw away the anger that gnawed at the heart because the name of Bima was mentioned among them.

While Wulan who had only been silent since earlier shifted her seat, approaching Aifa'al who was rubbing her head in a huff. The steaming arm of the goldfish, made Aifa'al gasp as he felt a gentle touch on his arm, along with a sweet smile engraved on Wulan's lips, made Aifa'al calm now.

"Damar... What about the election of the chairman of the osis? Is there any news?" asked Aifa'al, draining the conversation so that the emotions of his sister and mas were immediately lost.

"There's no hope, Mom!" answer Damar, lirih.

"Don't despair! The election of the chairman of the isa can still be found in High School later!" Aifa'al.

"Yes, Mas. Thank you for the spirit." replied Damar.

"I'm sorry, because it makes you emotional" said Aifa'al.

"No problem, Mom. As long as Mas doesn't discuss the boy again in front of Damar!" answer Damar, firmly.

"Yes, I won't talk about it anymore. About the matter of Dimas, Mas will think about it later because the boy must be stopped immediately!" Aifa'al.

"The devil will help me!" sahut Shahil.

"Tomorrow we think again." said Aifa'al, smiling.

"Then I will go down first." - timpal Aiziel, move on.

"Dad's coming, Mas!" sahut Syahal, come along.

"Then Damar will rest! Don't sleep too late!" damar said, looking at Aifa'al and Shahil then turned towards the sister who nodded obediently.

"Shahil also went to the room first yes, Mas, Dek." timpal Shahil, went along.

Aifa'al simply nodded, letting everything go after the long talk accompanied by tense debates, leaving herself with Wulan.

"Everything's broken up, Dek. Adek doesn't want to go in the room or down too?"

Wulan shook her head quickly, shifting her seat closer to the middle mas, hugging the burly arms of the mas tightly. Making Aifa'al frown incomprehensibly, finding the attitude of the brother who was suddenly spoiled to him after a split hour passed and Wulan just kept silent, watching the tense conversation that was taking place earlier.

"Why adek? Is there anything Adek is thinking? I have noticed since then, Adek just kept quiet. What is Mas's beautiful beloved sister like a primadona archipelago?"

Wulan clucked angrily, hearing how long Aifa'al's call was for her, making her instantly release her tight hug from the burly arms of the middle mas.

Actually there is something that still holds his heart, namely his nightmare about the mother that occurred when he was unconscious. But Wulan chose silence, not wanting to think about the flower of bad sleep that successfully disturbed the peace of his heart at this time, preferring to think of something that also successfully disturbed his mind since then.

"Adek wants Mas to help Adek!" wulan said with her sign language.

"Help Adek? Helped what?" ask Afa'al, astonished.

"Seriously want Mas to do that?"

"Serious, Mom! And let no one know!"

"If they knew how to Deck?"

Wulan dribbled her eyes around, making sure that no one was watching let alone catching her sign language movements earlier on the mas. Making Aifa'al frown anxiously, if the request of the younger brother is known to all his extended family.

"Only us, Mom! As long as you can keep this secret!"

"But Deck, Mas can't..."

"Adek please, Mas! Only I can help Adek!"

"But Deck, this..."

"Adek beg Mas!"

Aifa'al heaved a heavy sigh, rubbing his face roughly as many times, trying to weigh the request of his sister which was impossible for him to do. While Wulan looked compassionate, begging that the mas would help her for this time. Making Aifa'al not bear, seeing the sister looking at him with great hope, until a heavy sigh came out again, making him have to make a decision.

"Alright, Mas will help Adek!"

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"What are you thinking about Dhana?"

As the night breeze blew, Dhana sat in her yard with Ammar and Sadha, while the others sat back together in the living room, but not with Pak Aidi and Bu Aini who choose to rest their tired bodies because they can no longer afford to keep watch more night.

"Yes, Dhana. Mas pay attention since you daydreamed continuously." said Sadha, no less surprised to see the attitude of the sister who was more silent since then.

"You're still thinking about Mala, or this unfinished Gibran problem?" timpal Ammar again, trying to talk to his sister.

"Dhana thought to his sister Bram who Mas told me earlier." replied Dhana, justifying his lazy sitting position earlier and then seeing both mas.

"Bram's sister? Wait, whoa...! So Bram has a sister? But why are you suddenly talking about Bram and his brother who is the original form we do not know menau!" timpal Sadha who does not know about the problem of Damar Wulan met with Bram.

"So afternoon Wulan met Bram, Sadha!" said Ammar, telling Sadha.

"What's? Where is Mas? How can?" ask Sadha tubi.

"Wulan's room helped a girl who collapsed on the side of the road. Then they helped her and took the girl to the hospital. But who would have thought, if the girl they helped was his little sister Bram. And his sister Bram has stage three blood cancer!" terang Ammar, tell it to Sadha.

Sadha fell silent, feeling something suddenly envelop her heart, curiosity mixed with curiosity immediately before Bram yawned. Making Ammar sigh long, seeing not only Dhana who is silent now, but also Sadha.

"You two must remember Adek, right?"

Sadha and Dhana were jolted, hearing the name of the late brother called by Ammar, making the long daydream both disappear instantly.

"Mas feels the same way. Hearing Damar's story about his sister Bram, made Mas remember the late Adek. They are both sick with blood cancer and Bram is the same as us, fighting hard for his sister's recovery. What distinguishes only luck, his sister Bram is still strong through everything until now." said Ammar, his mind glares at the thought of the brother's efforts to heal.

"But Bram's a bad guy, Mas!" concluded Sadha.

"But we don't know why Bram committed a crime, Sadha!" ammar.

"In order to commit a crime there must be a reason?" cibir Sadha, upset.

"of course! Like Gibran for example! Maybe his sister is the reason Bram is like this." replied Ammar, thinking.

"It doesn't make sense!" sadha concluded, turning her face annoyed.

"But what Mas Ammar said has a point too, Mas." - timpal Dhana.

"Ohh, so you're defending the bad guy now?" sadha concluded, furious.

"You misunderstood, Sadha!" exclaimed Ammar, negating the prejudice of the younger brother.

Sadha chuckled furiously, responding to Ammar's words that led to a path of defense for a Bram. Ammar shook his head.

"How about you ask Kinan who Bram Dhana really is?"

"What's it for?"

"For us to know what Bram's background really is. That way, your middle mas is not prejudiced continue on the bad guy, which may be behind his evil nature is still stored on the good side that he never shows."

Dhana's eyes rounded, turning towards Sadha who was increasingly grunting, hearing the insinuation of the firstborn who made him turn his face.

"Come on Dhana, what are you waiting for!"

"Yes, yeah..."

Dhana also grabbed his phone, looking for Kinan's number stored in the phone as the headmaster of his children's school and partner cooperation in investigating the case of Gibran's whereabouts that never showed his nose stick to the surface.

"Assalamualaikum Bu Kinan..."

"Wa'alaikumsalam Mr Dhana.. Can I help you?"

"I want to ask Ms. Kinan something. Can I?"

"Yes, of course you can Mr. Dhana. What's that about?"

"Bram...! I want to know the background of the man!"

"Why Mr Dhana? Why do you suddenly want to know Bram's background?"

Dhana let out a long sigh, until finally the meeting of her daughter with a man named Bram in the hospital this afternoon must be known also by Kinan. While Ammar and Sadha who can hear the conversation of the two very clearly through the Dhana mobile loudspeaker just look at each other. Because they already know, how Dhana's relationship with Kinan in the past like what, to make the two meet again and must be professional, rigid and formal like this.

"The bram comes from an ordinary family, Mr. Dhana. He is an orphan and has a younger sister who is battling blood cancer. Bram has worked with Gibran for a long time, and that makes Bram feel at home working with Gibran because of his enormous salary, as long as Bram is willing to do whatever Gibran commands." Kinan explained, tell me a little about who Bram is.

Dhana fell silent, looking at Ammar and Sadha who were also looking at him after throwing each other a look of disbelief, that Ammar's guess was correct about Bram.

"All right, Mrs Kinan. Thanks for the information."

"Together, Mr. Dhana. I will order my men to find Bram's whereabouts as soon as possible. I'll call you when I have news."

"Well, thank you, Mrs Kinan. Assalamualaikum..."

The conversation ended, Dhana immediately kept her phone in her pocket, seeing Ammar who was staring intently at Sadha.

"You heard Sadha yourself? It is clear from Kinan's explanation that Bram committed a crime to get money from Gibran to finance his sister."

"Sorry Mommy..."

"There's still hope that we can get information on where Gibran is now."

"I mean Mas? Through Bram?"

"Fright, Dhana! Mas believes that Bram still has a humanitarian side in him, because he loves his sister very much and is willing to sacrifice for her brother!”

"What's Mas' plan then?"

Ammar let out a long sigh, hoping if his advice this time managed to free his extended family, especially the Dhana family from the shackles of terror and fear Gibran.

"We need to find Bram and his sister!"

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