The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 130 ~ Search

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"Damar leaves with Mas Al and Mas Syahal only, Pi."

The luster of the moonlight has now changed, set aside because there is the ruler of the morning who will occupy the throne until dusk before coming, will exchange again later after the ruler of the night rest for a moment.

All residents of the big house Pak Aidi woke up, ready to live a day that is no less beautiful and happy than yesterday. Now it seems that everyone who has occupied their dining table chairs, ready to perform mandatory legal rituals every morning before activities for family members of this house.

"You go with Shahal and Shahil. There was a lecture this morning." said Aifa'al, refusing to take Damar Wulan to school.

"Isn't Mas's lecture schedule empty today, is it?" timpal Shahil, quite know with the routine lecture schedule of the mas while throwing a look of wonder.

Aifa'al grabbed the glass, drank it to the ground after feeling something was stuck in her throat, making her choke until all eyes were on her.

"There's a replacement lecture! I'm gonna have a semester exam in a minute!" answer Aifa'al.

"Yes right, too, Mom. Yes, you let Mas and Mas Syahal who deliver." said Syahil, do not feel strange at all with the attitude of the middle mas.

"OK Mas.." replied Damar, giving a thumbs up.

Wulan reviewed the smile, turning her head towards Damar who was also looking towards her. After that Wulan herded her eyes towards Aifa'al who occasionally looked towards her, giving a smile of encouragement for the middle mas who was about to start her morning.

Aifa'al, Syahal and Shahil chose to stay at the house of the oma after the special dinner last night was over. Ammar, Ibel, Sadha, Vanny and Aiziel return home before the night falls.

"Uncle apologize yes, so trouble you since yesterday. Initially Uncle will take Damar and Wulan, but because you have to be treated again, Uncle must stay at home until Doctor Ali comes." said Dhana, not happy because it bothers the two twin nephews.

"No problem Uncle. Coincidentally today Syahal and Shahil are free. So you can pick up Damar and Adek freely today." said Syahal, calming the uncle.

"Indeed Mami should be therapy again Pi?" asked Damar, turning to the fun mother and enjoying her role as a mother, feeding her sister with affection.

"Must, Honey. Because Mami must undergo a therapy process that is appropriate for hospital procedures so that Mami can recover completely. Yes, even though Mami actually feels better." timpal Mala continued to feed the princess beside her.

"Procedures must be adhered to, Damar!!!" aifa'al exclaimed, without seeing Damar.

"Yes, yes, Mas.." replied Damar, melas.

A faint rustic sound came out simultaneously from everyone's mouth, looking at the look on Damar's face that turned wry after getting a sneer from Aifa'al teasing him.

"Then Al said first Opa, Oma, Uncle, Anty." said Aifa'al, moving on.

"But it's still morning, baby." said Ms. Aini, seeing the granddaughter who was ready.

"Al's got business on campus, Oma. Al pamit yes. Assalamualaikum." replied Aifa'al, leaving after greeting Pak Aidi, Bu Aini, Dhana and Mala.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." answered everything simultaneously, except Wulan.

Aifa'al stepped wide, leaving everyone still enjoying breakfast.

"Mas Al is very strange this morning" said Syahil.

"Alright, Honey. Maybe your mas is indeed a lot of activity" said Ms. Aini, calming the twin grandchildren.

Shahil just nodded, confirming the oma's words about the mas. While Wulan had her mouth full, the girl threw her sweet smile at Aifa'al who was walking out yet and occasionally turned her head around, she turned to him with a meaningful smile that only the two of them could understand.

"Come Deck! We'll be late. Today 'will have started to learn." said Damar, disperse the daydream of the brother who was daydreaming staring at the door of the house.

Wulan nodded obediently after waking up from the daydream, grabbed her bag held out by the mother beside her with a warming smile, then moved on.

"The supply is spent yes, dear." said Mala, stroking the princess's face fondly and then peeling her forehead long ago.

"The room didn't kiss Mi?" as Damar said, there is no real jealousy.

"Here Mami kiss too. It was spent too, dear. My kids can't be late for lunch. Remember!!!" mala said, peeping Damar's forehead like Wulan.

"Every Mami." said Damar while respecting.

"Then Syahal with Syahil to do the same task first yes, Opa, Oma, Uncle, Anty." said Syahal, moving on and then experiencing everything one by one.

"Uncle tipped your sister yes, son." said Dhana, rubbing Syahal's head.

"Uncle just relax. Yesterday's incident will not be repeated again." replied Syahal, firmly.

"If it happens like yesterday again, you will be circumcised again!" exclaim Mr. Aidi.

"Don't Opa! Later Syahal's future heirloom treasure can run out dong!" sahut Syahal, covering his property from the look of killing the opa who joked.

"Yes already..if you do not want to be circumcised again, then you have to take care of your sisters strictly and well. Special today should be until they get home!" tell Mr. Aidi.

"Each General Commander...!" sahut Syahal salute.

Damar and Wulan giggled amusedly, seeing the behavior of Syahal who was getting more and more crisp and dime, provoking laughter all that was still there. After the laughter subsided, the two sets of twins left, walking out.

"You better take a break, honey. Let me be the same Bi Iyah who cleans everything. You are still not fully recovered. I'm afraid you'll get sick again." said Ms. Aini, trying to stop Mala from helping her get off the table.

"It should be Mala who said that to Mom. Let Mala do it all. It is better to accompany Father who has been relaxing in the side yard." replied Mala, turning to the mother with a smile on her beautiful face.

"Let your father relax by himself. I will help you." said Ms. Aini.

Mala giggled amusedly, finding the mother-in-law who was so attentive to her health condition, making her touched, giving thanks thousands of times for this beautiful gift, until the kitchen and dining table work was finally completed.

Ms. Aini moved, approaching Pak Aidi who was sitting relaxed enjoying the cool morning angina in the yard next to her house. While Mala turned her heels towards the room, not finding her husband in the living room or living room, making her rush to the room.

"Mas... Are you in the room?" mala, open the door and enter.

"Yes Dear. I just finished talking with Mr. Dewa to control the Cafe." explained Dhana who turned around and immediately cupped the face of his beloved wife.

"Then I want to go to the children's room first. I want to make their bed." said Mala, stroking the chest of the husband's field wrapped in his signature shirt.

"Don't be too tired, baby! Soon Doctor Ali will come." said Dhana who landed a kiss full of love on the wife's forehead.

Mala nodded, then left her room to leave her husband. While Dhana reviewed the smile, happy and grateful immeasurably until this moment, seeing the attitude of the wife who has returned to normal despite still having to undergo therapy for perfect healing according to hospital procedures and the doctor's advice.

Drrrrt!

Dhana was aghast, finding the vibration coming from his phone on the nightstand, making him move, taking the phone that showed the name of the firstborn mas.

"Assalamualaikum Yes..."

"Wa'alaikum... Dhana, you're looking for Bram, aren't you?"

"Can't now, Mom. It had to be therapeutic this morning."

"Then how? Otherwise this matter will continue to drag on, Dhana!"

"Dhana will ask Bu Kinan, Mas."

"Oh yeah, Mas just remembered that he's going to tell his men to look for Bram."

"Yes, Dhana will contact Bu Kinan first."

"Let's tell Mas! Assalamualaikum..."

Dhana disconnected the call after answering Ammar's greetings, continued to contact Kinan to ask the development of his cooperation that is still running on the spot, making Dhana and Kinan can only tell each other, he said, has not made a definite movement because Gibran's position is still not getting a bright spot even though they have paid a heavy detective who is allegedly able to solve this problem. But smart detectives who have been paid a lot of money can also give up, complaining because the enemy this time is quite sneaky, nimble and considerate.

"Assalamualaikum Bu Kinan..."

"Wa'alaikumsalam Pak Dhana... What's wrong, sir? Can I help you?"

"I want to ask the development of Bu Kinan's men and the detective in the search for Bram with his sister. Is there any progress?"

"Already, Mr. Dhana. Actually I also wanted to contact Mr. Dhana since then, but I was afraid of disturbing, and I also happened to have just arrived at school."

"Then how's it going, Mom? Has Bram been found?"

Kinan was silent, the sound of his heavy breathing behind the phone, indicating that there would be unpleasant news that Dhana would hear.

"Our paid detective has found the address that Bram had occupied with his sister last night, Mr. Dhana. But when my men went to that address in the morning blind, it turned out that Bram and his sister were no longer there. I think Bram managed to escape again and took his sister. It's possible that our plan is already known to Bram, Mr. Dhana."

Dhana sighed heavily, trying to calm down even though his heart was still overwhelmed with fear, anxious if at any time Bram appeared.

"So there has been no further development of your men, Mrs Kinan?"

"Not yet, Mr. Dhana. I apologize for the inconvenience. It seems that it must be our own hands that are interfering in search of those two evil and cunning humans!"

"I feel that way too. But for now I can't take part because my wife has to go back to therapy."

"It's okay, Mr. Dhana. I understand and it is better for you to focus first on the health of your wife. The matter of our cooperation, without Mr. Dhana taking part I can still handle everything myself."

"Thank you, Mrs Kinan. I'm sorry if all my problems are bothering you."

"No, Mr. Dhana. This problem is not only your problem, but there is my problem in it as well. I had to take Zivana back from her papa's hand because I didn't want my daughter to be affected by her birth father."

"Yes, Mrs Kinan. I understand and hope this problem can be solved as soon as possible."

"Aamiiiin. I hope Mr. Dhana."

"Then I close, Mom. If there's any development about Bram with his sister, please let me know!"

"Well, Mr. Dhana. Assalamualaikum..."

"Wa'alaikum..."

Dhana let out a heavy sigh, keeping her phone back in her pocket, after ending the conversation with Kinan, she hurried to send a message to Ammar, who was still there, he told the firstborn what he had heard from Kinan over the phone. Making Dhana increasingly frustrated, agitated prolonged thinking about problems that never show a solution.

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The srek!

The srek!

The srek!

Slowly a drawer of the workbench began to open, revealing something he needed at this time, making a thin grin vividly painted on the beautiful face of the young girl.

"It turns out that Papa's been hiding my phone all this time. Papa is really very annoying turns out!!! Even more annoying than Mother Kinan!"

Who else would that young girl mean if not Zivana. The girl who does not want to lose her cunning with the cunning of the papa. With the courage that had been accumulated since yesterday, made the girl move quickly into the private room of the papa who was in this remote Villa, then look for his possessions that have been seized by the father gently and gently, to make him fooled by the attitude of the father.

"With this phone I can contact Mother and ask her for help. Mother must still love me, even though Papa has hurt so vilely!"

Zivana grinned, turning her heel to immediately move from Gibran's private room, which was cleaning itself in the bathroom, before the owner came out and caught himself who had been presumptuous into the privacy of the papa.

"Davana...!"

The foot that had just reached the threshold of freedom with the hand that was just about to reach the door handle, came to a halt. Zivana frowned, hearing the baritone voice of the owner of the room out of his morning meditation spot now caught himself in the territory.

"What are you doing in Papa's private room?"

Zivana let out a faint snort, growling inwardly at the hearing of the papa's question which was far from being as friendly and meek as it used to be. Making him turn his heels back, turned to look at the papa who was staring at him full of telisik.

"Heheheheh Papa. Zivana's here looking for Papa." said Zivana who tried to calm down while hiding her phone behind.

"What's behind you? You must have taken something in Papa's room, right?" gibran said, looking at Zivana.

"Ah yes... Zivana borrowed this book, Pa. Zivana was really bored of the continuous stew in the room. Zivana's out, Pa."

Without waiting for Gibran to answer, the young girl rushed out of the room before the other question landed on her. While Gibran clucked softly, looking at the behavior of the princess who had returned but made him suspicious. Because from yesterday, the princess continued to confine herself in the room, angry with her after the truth that she deceived Bima had been known to Zivana.

Yep... Gibran also knew that his conversation with Bram was overheard by Zivana secretly, making Gibran emotional for Bram, had been careless and even discussed the problems concerning Bima without knowing the existence of Zivana. But Gibran remained silent, letting the princess let go of her frustration and shut herself in the room.

What about Bram? Of course the man was forgiven easily because Gibran remembered his hard work so far, making Gibran not think too much about it because the carcass stored will be smelled also later by Zivana.

"Zivana's attitude is very strange. Is he no longer angry with me, for I have separated him from his delinquent lover and have deceived him? Ahh, I hope and it's very good for me."

Gibran let out a sigh of relief, thinking that Zivana was no longer angry with him, but behind him was what the young girl was planning. Then Gibran took a step, sitting on the edge of the bed after taking his cell phone, contacting someone who until now had no news, as if lost in time without leaving a message and a trace.

"Ck! Where the hell is Bram? Why is his phone inactive from last night. Is he taking care of his dying sister, forgetting the job here?"

Gibran snorted in annoyance, staring at the annoyed screen of his cellphone which had been trying to contact the assistant trust. But as a result remained the same, Bram's phone could not be reached, making him furious.

"Hallo... Where are you now?"

"We're all in Basecamp, sir."

"Do you remember last night's assignment?"

"Very remember, sir."

Gibran grinned, satisfied to hear the response of the men across there with great enthusiasm and high ambition, making him more impatient to carry out the original plan this time, the first time, before the two secret plans that he prepared slid simultaneously later.

"Good! Run well and do not make the slightest mistake! Three of my men will be there soon! They are very strong and you have to succeed! You understand!"

"We all understand, sir."

Gibran's sneaky grin became more vivid, forming a sinister face to cover his real good looks.

"Let's see, Mala. Will this plan scare you more or will it drive you crazy? I can't wait to do something to your beloved daughter that you hate, Mala."

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