The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 136 ~ Cars in Front of Gate

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"Mas..we lost track of Bram!"

The speeding motor had been brought over for a moment, turning his eyes to look for the whereabouts of Bram who managed to carry Wulan so quickly, disappearing without a trace. Makes the Shahil more angry. Not to mention Damar, Syahal, Rainar and the worst agitated is Aifa'al.

His sharp eyes continued to comb through the entire stretch of road that spread wide, hoping that he could find a single speck of clues that could bring him to his sister. Aifa'al sighed heavily, as heavy as a head that felt very narrow and dead-end now, remembering the little brother who had no idea what his fate was now. Brought away by Bram forcibly, there was no word 'fine' if everything had to do with that one evil human.

"But the wound on Mas Al's leg is getting worse!" exclaimed Rainar, looking at the blood at Aifa'al's legs that was increasingly flowing relentlessly.

"The face of Mas is also pale!" timpal Syahal, look at the face of the mas from the rearview mirror.

"We better get to the hospital, Mom! Mas Al could run out of blood like this!" rainar cried again, not calm.

"Mas is okay!" timpal Aifa'al, softly resisting the pain that spread in his legs.

Lips can tell lies, but not with eyes and hearts that emit a tinge of honesty in a real and clear. Aifa'al's ringing sounding softly, was still able to be heard by her younger siblings who continued to pay attention. Aifa'al bit her lower lip, trying to look strong, enduring the pain that was increasingly torturing her legs had even spread all over her body at this time. As a result of the bullet that is still residing in the leg, making it even more tormented.

"We go to the hospital first yes, Mas." said Syahil, trying to persuade Aifa'al.

"She will be completely gone if we go to the hospital! I'll never let that happen!" Aifa'al.

"But Mas is also hurt! If Mas's feet like that, Mas will also be difficult to find Adek's whereabouts!" shahil said, indignant with stubbornness Aifa'al.

"Mas is fine, Shahil!" exclamation Aifa'al.

"Mas is no good! We better go home! Shahil will tell Uncle Dhana and find a solution to this problem at home!" shahil said, not heeding Aifa'al's gaze.

"Jay...!" exclaim Aifa'al, angry.

"Sorry, Mom! For this time, Shahil could not obey Mas's orders! Because your safety is under threat right now!" concluded Syahil, staring intently at the mas.

Aifa'al snorted, angry at Shahil who dared to defy his orders. While Shahil flinch, choosing to go first after gesturing to Syahal who hugged Aifa'al. Followed by Rainar who was already frightened to see the expression of Aifa'al, then followed by Syahal who chose silence. Allowing the Shahil to control Aifa'al.

Their motorbike drove again, not to the hospital but to go home to the opa. Silence, along with their long journey. Time seemed to stop spinning, the water points of life began to slowly descend, soaking the earth that suddenly felt barren after Wulan was taken away.

Not long after they arrived at the opa housing complex. But as soon as the eyes looked, Shahil was stuck. Making him stop suddenly again when he saw something standing in front of the gate of the opa house. While Syahal and Rainar followed, stopping beside Syahil's motorbike which pulled over for a moment.

"What is Shahil? If you want to stop, take responsibility! We're almost at Opa's house. Come on!!!" syahal said, astonished at Shahil.

"Wait!!! Look at that car!!! It seems that Shahil had seen the car." said Syahil, stopping Syahal while pointing at the car in front of the gate of the opa house.

Syahal and Rainar simultaneously turned towards the gate, looking closely at the car referred to by Shahil there. While Aifa'al and Damar were unmoved, even the gazes of the two looked blank.

"A lot of people have that car, brother!" syahal replied, as long as it is tired.

"No, Mom! I'm sure Shahil saw that car! But Shahil forgot." said Shahil, kekeuh and do not want to lose.

"Maybe Opa Aidi is having a guest, Mas." - The real Rainar was also astonished.

Shahil shook her head, looking towards Rainar who spoke for a moment. Making his long breath sound again for the umpteenth time the effect is too frustrating with the problem this time.

"Come...! Mas Al's wounds must be treated!" exclaimed Syahal, drove first with his motorbike.

"Yes...!" sahut Shahil, lethargic.

They moved, drove slowly towards the opa house whose gate was wide open. There was a car in front of him that had made Syahil stunned, feeling he had seen the car. But alas, Syahil could not remember where he saw the car.

"Let's go..."

Aifa'al fluttered on the bike, although the bike had stopped since earlier in the yard of the opa house. As Shahil stood beside her, she reached out and prepared to call Aifa'al into the house, along with Syahal and Rainar. How's Damar? The Wulan twins were still silent, closed their mouths tightly, reluctant to speak let alone talk a lot.

Seeing Aifa'al who was just silent made Shahil furious. Without the consent of the owner of the body, Syahil immediately grabbed Aifa'al's hand, took him immediately down from the Syahal motorbike and put him in.

The drap!

The drap!

The drap!

Slow footsteps were taken to continue walking, stepping into the opa house that felt strange today. Not only was the gate wide open, but the main door also opened even wider than usual. Making Syahal, Shahil, and Rainar look at each other confused.

"It looks like there's indeed a guest, Mas." - timpal Rainar, waving his eyes into the house.

"We're just going in! Come on...!" Syahal.

Rainar nodded, then stepped back to follow Syahal and Shahil who had reached Aifa'al. While Rainar embraces the shoulder of Damar who is still at home silent.

The srek!

The move came to a halt for a moment, as the eyes found a figure that was standing among the extended family. And what makes the eyes of Syahal-Shahil and Rainar look perfect is, when looking at the figure in the arms of the anty. The figure was crying as if unwilling to stop, it was getting louder and louder.

Not only that, there is also Ammar and Sadha who sit with Pak Aidi, Bu Aini and Dhana. Making Syahal and Rainar even more distrustful. Likewise with Syahil, had seen a familiar car in front of the fence of the opa house, it turns out the assumption is right, if his eyes are still healthy is not wrong, I saw that car a few hours ago.

"She...!" syahal-syahil said, simultaneously.

Hearing that name, suddenly made Aifa'al and Damar who had only bowed when walking in, look up. A split second looked at the face of Shahil who was fixed in the front direction, making the two of them turn their heads slowly.

"She...!" aifa'al and Damar.

Not caring about the wound on his leg that was full of fresh blood, Aifa'al stepped wide. Trying to endure the increasingly excruciating pain, but did not dampen his intention to approach the sister who was already at home. How could? That was not what Aifa'al was thinking right now, but a way that his injured leg could still bring him over to the younger brother. Followed by Damar who no less quickly stepped forward to approach Wulan, followed by Rainar and Syahal-Shahil who did not believe saw the existence of Wulan here.

"Silts..."

The annoying cry stopped at once, the head that was originally leaning on the mother was now raised, brought to her head, found the four mas that had arrived safely, despite being injured.

"Aass..."

Wulan moved, splashing into the arms of the mas who returned the embrace was no less tight. Wulan's cry broke again, provoking Aifa'al's tears that had piled up since earlier because of worry about the state of the sister. Making him unconscious with the presence of someone who was standing in the living room, watching himself who hugged Wulan tightly.

"Silts..."

"Oh Allah..your feet why dear?" sahut Bu Aini, strangled to see the legs of the grandson who was covered in blood.

"Al... Your leg is hurt, son!" ammar said, pulling the shoulder of the son.

Wulan broke her embrace from Aifa'al, as did Damar who was taking part. The little girl lowered her head, looking at the feet of the mas who was injured for trying to fight the enemy and defend herself. Aifa'al did not heed the panicked cry of the oma and her daddy. His eyes focused on one object, his sister.

"Why is Adek here?" aifa'al asked, staring at Wulan's embossed bead.

"Al... Your foot should be treated! Comeing! Daddy's gonna take care of your wounds!" ammar Tukas.

"Let's go, Daddy. Al still wants to talk to Adek." replied Aifa'al, refusing.

Ammar sighed heavily, knowing very well the nature of the youngest son, if you have refused once then do not expect to change. Similarly, Mr. Aidi, Bu Aini, Sadha, Dhana and Mala were staring at the wound on Aifa'al's leg. Scaring them, could not bear but Aifa'al still hold it.

"Guild.. answered Mas!" exclamation Aifa'al.

"Aass.." said Wulan, nervous.

"Yes? What's?" ask Aifa'al, curious.

"Mas.." said Shahil, grabbing Aifa'al's shoulder.

Aifa'al turned his head, looked at Shahil who was acting strangely, calling out to him but his eyes somehow looked in which direction, making Aifa'al annoyed.

"What?" Aifa'al.

"That's...!" answer the shahil, without looking.

Aifa'al frowned in wonder, then turned to look at the lips of Shahil. It turned out that only he was the one who had not realized the presence of that figure in the middle of the big family, making Aifa'al wide-eyed, his eyes red instantly upon seeing that standing figure. The figure just looked down, standing at the side of the girl figure who was just silent, her head occasionally raised looking towards Aifa'al.

"Bram...!"

It seemed that Aifa'al had completely forgotten the pain that had struck his leg. The man stepped wide, grabbing the collar of the figure that turned out to be it, Bram!

"Why are you here, huh? What does everything mean? Why did you take Wulan away and drive her home? What other depraved plans will you have with the old man do? What plan, huh!?"

Bram was only silent, receiving a form of Aifa'al treatment that was being ignited by the flames of anger. While the figure of the girl who was beside Bram, who was none other than Rumi, gasped. Seeing the glare of Aifa'al's eyes that glittered sharply with great anger.

"Opa... Why is this guy at home? Why is this guy allowed in here?" sergas Aifa'al, still clutching the collar of Bram's shirt very strongly.

"Al. You calm down, son. We can talk about this matter very well. Bram boy came in a good way. He brought your sister home, Al." said Mr. Aidi, calming the grandson.

"Lied!!! This man is full of deceit, Opa! We can't believe anything he's done! He's so cunning!" aifa'al.

"Al.. we all don't know what Bram's coming here yet! Suddenly Bram and his sister came here with Wulan. We haven't all heard anything from his mouth, Al!" timpal Ammar, convince the son.

"No, Daddy! Al will never be able to trust someone who has been so evil to our family! Especially Wulan!" concluded Aifa'al, increasingly growling.

"Al.. calm down, son! We'll talk about this with a cold head. Your leg is also hurt! Your legs need to be treated first, Al!" dhana said, trying to convince Aifa'al.

Aifa'al flinching, his lightning gaze was not distracted in the slightest from Bram who was silent, even though his eyes dared to challenge Aifa'al.

"Mas.we better sit down. Mas's gunshot wound must be treated first, otherwise Mas's leg could be infected!!!" shahil said, whispering behind the mas.

Aifa'al fell silent, his lightning gaze growing sharper challenging Bram, fearlessly.

"This time you survived, Bram! But this won't last long!" aifa'al exclaimed, staring intently at Bram who remained silent.

Aifa'al gave a rough snort, pushing Bram strongly, making the man stagger. But Bram remained silent, reluctant to fight back. While Aifa'al walks, Syahal and Shahil approach the sofa, leaving Bram and Rumi standing in place.

Not long after Ammar returned, after seeing the son release his grip on Bram, he rushed to the room, and, taking his medical equipment in the father's house in case an urgent situation occurs.

Adeptly Ammar treated the gunshot wound of the son, had made him surprised when examining the wound, there was a bullet that successfully penetrated Aifa'al's leg. Not only Ammar was surprised, even Mr. Aidi, Bu Aini, Sadha, Dhana and Mala were no less prone to seeing the bullet.

"Who made you like this Al?" ammar asked, treating his son.

Aifa'al flinched, but her sharp eyes turned towards Bram who was still silent.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was the one who deliberately shot Aifa'al."

Aifa'al's eyes were directed toward Bram. But now, all eyes turned sharply towards him who remained lowered.

"What do you mean?" sergas Sadha's.

"Once again I'm sorry, sir. I was forced to shoot Aifa'al in order for Dimas to believe that my arrival really wanted to help him, kidnap Wulan and take Wulan to Mr. Gibran's location as they planned."

"Dimas? Kidnap? A gibran? Whatisthis? Meaning what?" concluded Mr. Aidi.

Bram sighed heavily, dribbling his eyes for a moment toward Rumi who nodded, as if giving support to the older brother who had proven something.

"I..."

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