The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 135 ~ Wounded

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"You came at the right time, sir!"

Aifa'al snorted angrily, staring intently at the figure who had dared to shoot at his feet like this, trying to deny the pain that was spreading all over the body, making Aifa'al limp. But the instincts that demanded it had to remain strong to the point of ending blood once.

"Shahal, Shahil.. quickly take Damar and Adek away from here!" aifa'al exclaimed, her voice sounding heavy as it endured the pain.

"No, Mas. Damar and Adek would not be able to leave Mas here in this state! It won't, Mom!" damar said, refuting Aifa'al for this time.

Greeted quickly by a nod of Wulan, confirming the words Damar very much wanted to say to the mas. His tears continued to flow, unable to bear to see Aifa'al who had fought desperately for her sake had to end up this vile.

"Shahal, Shahil.. quickly take Damar and Adek away! Hurry...!" Aifa'al.

"But Mas, we're not..."

"Quick do! It's orders!" exclamation Aifa'al.

Syahal and Shahil throw each other a glance, a faint ring clearly visible from the head of the Shahil who does not want to do that. But Syahal pulled him fast, pulled Damar and Wulan who were still squatting, then followed by Rainar who looked agitated.

"Where are you guys going?" touch that figure.

"Don't bother them!" exclamation Aifa'al.

"You've been hurt, so just shut up!"

"Fuck you, Bram...!" exclamation Aifa'al.

Bram, it turns out that he was the figure who came, directly launched a bullet, shot viciously Aifa'al's leg. Making Dimas excited again, his strength seemed to be re-charged with the presence of Bram as a complement to his entourage this time.

"Dimas...! Wait what else! Quickly round them all! Let me take that little girl to Mr. Gibran's place!" exclaim Bram, showing his thin grin.

"So my job and my friends are just to snatch them up sir?" tanya Dimas, suddenly hesitated with Bram's words.

"Yes! After that you can go! That little girl, let it be my business! Mr. Gibran told me to come here and help you!" tukas Bram, staring at the angry Wulan.

"A fun job!" sahut Dimas who jumped happy and happy.

"Don't touch them!" aifa'al.

"Whisper you, Al! You've lost, so the mute girl will be mine!" dimas.

Aifa'al growled, her eyes growing red, staring at the nanar of her sisters who were inside the snare of the Tiger gang child led by Dimas, making her blood boil even more violently about to explode. But whatever the power of the hand is not up, his injured leg makes him unable to fight, even stand up.

"Deliver! Off!" shahil Exclamation.

"Shahil. You still remember, didn't you, when you threw my phone to shreds!? Maybe your mute brother could be his successor! Ahhahahah!"

"Basic jerk! Bastard lo, Dim!" shahil, rebel wants to be released.

"Haha...! I am so satisfied to see the suffering on the faces of traitors like lo and Aifa'al right now!" dimas.

"Lo the traitor!" Syahil.

"Oh yeah? Hahahahaha...!" dimas.

Shahil snorted furiously, eager to hit the face with that sly grin right now. But it could not, his hands were too strong to be snatched by one of the men from the big black man.

"She...!" peekik Damar's.

"Guaranto...!" pekik Rainar's.

"Take off my sister!" exclaim Syahal.

"Woi...! Release her!" shahil Exclamation.

"Aass...!" pekik Wulan, wiry.

Bram forcibly pulled Wulan's hand, ignoring the innocent cry of the poor little girl, pulled as she stared fixedly at the faces of all her mas who were caged by the snaps of Dimas' scallions.

"Bram...!" aifa'al, growling.

Bram smiled obliquely, pushing rough Wulan's body into his car to lure Aifa'al's blood that was boiling ever since he saw it coming. After the captives were captured, Bram rushed over. Go leave that place.

"The world is always turning, Aifa'al! See for yourself, no, how lucky I am today. You are strong, but you still lose! Bye.. enjoy that blood!"

Dimas smiled cheerfully, like a child who managed to win in play, defeated the enemy very well, after winning he left, followed by his subordinates and the three big men. Letting Aifa'al, covered in blood, sit down and hold the feet that are the evil target of a Bram.

"Buck...!"

Shahal-Shahil, Damar and Rainar ran. Approaching Aifa'al who was trying to get up, did not want to sit there for long while his sister's life was threatened.

"We have to go after Bram!" exclamation Aifa'al.

"But I'm hurt!" timpal Shahil, raucous.

"Died was willing for Adek!" exclamation Aifa'al.

"But I can bleed out!" timpal Syahal, anxious to see the condition of the mas.

"If you don't want to come, it doesn't matter! Mas can go alone and chase Bram!" concluded Aifa'al, his voice suddenly heavy.

Damar who heard the sincere words of Aifa'al was not able to hold back the eyeballs that had piled up since. Ever since seeing the twin brother being forcibly carried by others before his eyes, as the twin mas Damar was unable to do anything, making him stunned.

Aifa'al stopped his footsteps, turned his heels as he sounded the sobs of Damar who was shocked by the incident, then approached Damar who was increasingly intrigued.

"Mas will find Adek! Don't cry anymore! That boy must be strong in the face of any challenge!"

Damar's cry broke, making Aifa'al heartless to bring her into his arms. Trying to calm the heart of Damar who was shaken, not crybaby but because of fear of something bad will happen to the sister out there if there is no him. Makes her remember the mother who had just received the presence of Wulan with joy. What should he tell his parents later?

"Let's go after Bram...! Before the car gets any further and we can lose track!" aifa'al exclaimed, releasing Damar from the embrace.

"Let's go...!" answer all who finally obey too, despite having denied.

Aifa'al stepped slowly, assisted by Syahil towards Syahal's motorbike. While the bike is carried by Rainar who can be guaranteed heart and mind is not as chaotic as Damar. Making Damar have to sit dumbstruck behind the body of Shahil.

Oh Allah. Please protect Adek. Damar murmured in a suddenly congested heart.

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"Ahh, finally the big task is done as well!"

Dimas slammed his tired body on his new Basecamp sofa, rubbed his battered face because of the actions of Aifa'al, irritated him, cursing himself who was unable to match Aifa'al's martial ability.

"What's our next assignment Dim?" ask one of Tiger's motorcycle gangs, come sit down.

"There hasn't been an order from the big boss!" said Dimas who leaned back without glancing at the lad.

"Then?" ask one of them, astonished.

"Let's wait until there's news!" said Dimas, opened his eyes and looked at the boy sharply.

"Gue wants to go home, Dim! Fuck me!" said one more.

"Lo's weak! Yes, go home!" exclaimed Dimas, staring at the puffer of his brat.

The three Tiger gang children looked at each other, shuddering for a moment before they left as well in the end. While Dimas was indifferent, preferring to rest his brain and head that were tangled at this time.

"Young boss...! how are the three of us?" ask the big, black man.

"But where are our rations Boss?" asked the big man again even though his face looked scared.

Dimas heaved a heavy sigh, his eyes were originally squeaking wide open, staring intently at the three delinquents one by one while upholding the leaning body.

"Lo ask for rations?" dimas.

"Yes the boss." replied the man.

Bugh!

"Eat the rations!" sulikan Dimas's.

A loud punch from Dimas floated right into the belly of the big man, making the man grimace, clutching the belly that the young boss was subjected to.

"You guys are useless! It's free for you to come with me to snatch the dumb little girl you can't! The body alone is large, but the brain and guts, exceed the small amoeba!!! So annoying!!!"

The three thugs just bowed down, quite afraid also of the dreadful Dimas karishma in a moment of anger, making them not dare to resist.

"Hasn't your salary been given by Mr Gibran? Why ask me again?"

"Just take a bonus, boss."

"Bonus will melt if your work is done! The work is not right even ask for a bonus!"

"But Boss..."

"You want another bonus!?"

The three men shuddered in horror, finding the threat of the ready-to-fly bogeman Dimas again, giving a bonus that was in accordance with his request. While Dimas growled, his eyes bulging with lightning even his eyes could leap out at any moment.

"Go there! I want a break!"

"I'll excuse you, boss."

"Yes!!!"

Finally when the poor big man was subtly expelled by the young boss. Actually they can fight, even finish Dimas easily, considering their bodies are no less than the flattened Dimas. But the intention was that they were not, remembering the orders of the big boss that made them unable to finish Dimas just as they pleased when the rebellious heart did not accept.

While Dimas leaned back, squinting his eyes were very tired, until some of the children of his new motorcycle gang approached him who was relaxing.

"Gue's home too, Dim!"

"Gue too, Dim!"

"Gue wants to go home too, Dim!"

"Gue lots of college assignments, Dim!"

Dimas growled, eyes that had just slipped comfortably about to sleep, had to be disturbed again by members of his motorcycle gang.

"OKAY...! You can go home...! But if at any time Mr. Gibran gives you another assignment, you must come on time!" dimas said, pointing to the one-on-one members.

"OK Dim! The origin is smooth too!" call one of its members.

"The problem is safe! As long as your work is in order!" replied Dimas while leaning back again.

"OKAY...! Come on guys, let's go!!!" exclaimed one of the Tiger gang members who represented.

Dimas let out a long sigh, smiling thinly to let all of his members go, leaving himself in an ultimate solitude, making him calm for a moment.

Drrrrt!

Sorry, Dim!!! People like you don't deserve to be calm. Dimas growled furiously, finding again and again the person who disturbed the peace of his life. With a quick motion Dimas straightened his leaning body, grabbing the vibrating phone for lift.

"Who else? Can't see anyone happy just a little!"

While making his hands still work, reaching for a cellphone that continues to urge to be answered immediately, until finally caught the name of the boss who contacted him.

"Hallo Mr. Gibran..."

"Where are you? Why so long!"

"Sir Gibran must be patient. The prisoner is on his way there."

"So it worked?"

"Very successful, sir. The mute girl you asked for is on her way."

"That means you're on the road?"

"It's not me, sir. But Mr Bram!!! Mr. Bram who took the mute there now, is heading to your secret place."

"What's? Bram?"

"Yes, Sir. Wasn't Mr Gibran the one who told Mr. Bram to come here to help with our plan, kidnap the mute?"

There was no reply from Gibran who was silent when he heard Dimas' explanation. While Dimas frowned in surprise, finding the attitude of the big boss that was not as usual, making him not calm.

"Sir Gibran... Are you okay?"

"I never told Bram to help you, Dimas! Are you sure it's Bram?" sergeant Gibran, get angry over there.

"I mean Mr Gibran?" ask Dimas.

"Since last night, I can't even call Bram. Then how do I get him to look for you and help with our plan? Not even Bram knows about this plan!!!" gibran said, getting angry there.

"So I mean Mr. Gibran, Mr. Bram..."

"Bram...! Looks like that kid is playing around with me right now!" cut the growling Gibran there.

Dimas was stunned, understanding Gibran's intentions about Bram. Is it possible that Bram betrayed Gibran? If so, why did Bram shoot Aifa'al? Does Bram also have other plans to help Gibran's plan without his knowledge? I don't know, even Bram who was carrying Wulan away at this time has not been found where the car is headed.

"Quickly find Bram! Before all the conjecture I had in mind right now this was actually happening! Hurry...!" gibran said behind the phone and got angry.

"B-well, Sir...!" dimas replied, nervous.

Gibran, who had initially urged to cut off Dimas' phone call, caused the young man to become distraught, fearing Gibran's threatening anger. Demanding him to immediately move again, brushed off the fatigue of the goods for a moment for now, choosing to undergo orders rather than having to be exposed to the rage of the boss.

Dimas moved, grabbed his jacket that was thrown carelessly somewhere. After finding him, the panicked young man rushed over, running towards his parked motorbike.

"Where are you going, Dim?"

The body that was already sitting on the motorbike, ready to slide to undergo the command immediately fell silent. Hearing a very familiar voice in the ear, making Dimas stuck for a moment but a long time. Demanding his head to turn immediately, seeing the owner of a voice he was very familiar with. Until his eyes widened perfectly, saw a figure who stood firm with his trademark sharp grin, along with his old friends who stood behind the familiar figure.

"B-dar..."

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