The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 137 ~ Explanation

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Flashback On: POV Bram

I am Bram, and you must know me well known for my crimes, working with Mr. Gibran as his personal assistant, doing whatever Mr. Gibran tells you to do, both ordinary work and extraordinary work despite my reason and my mind, as I did some time ago. Assisting Mr. Gibran in carrying out his revenge plan.

For about 5 years I became a personal assistant to Mr. Gibran, became his right hand in any case, both work at school when he was still the owner of Property Jaya Mandiri, in his status, the work concerned his parent company in Singapore, and the work that made me have to fight my own conscience when I had to do evil.

That day, I was resting because Mr. Gibran told me to. There were no plans for the day, even Mr. Gibran kept his plans from me. I don't know what it is, I don't really want to interfere. I better rest this body that has worked so hard.

Until the day passes. I get a lot of missed calls from Rumi, my sister. It made me feel bad, and then I called him back without asking Mr. Gibran for approval.

That was where the beginning was. After getting some unpleasant news from Rumi, I hurried off to Jakarta. But as a subordinate I have to keep reporting and asking for permission from the employer first, making me have to approach Mr. Gibran again who actually at that time was not wanting to be disturbed rest.

"My sister's in the hospital, sir. He is currently in the capital hospital. I have to look at the condition of my brother, Sir." I said, trying to ask for the understanding of Mr. Gibran who has usually been generous to me so far.

"You know Bram? What is our situation like now? I am still a fugitive, and you are my personal assistant! If you go back to the city, it's the same you want to trap me! No, Bram!!! For now I can't give you that permission!"

Do you know how I feel hearing Mr Gibran's reply? It must hurt a lot! How not? When my sister was dying in the hospital, and she needed me there, but the demands of my job and employer meant that I had to be locked up. I can't be like this! Rumi desperately needed me beside her and I was afraid something bad happened to my sister there.

"I beg you, Sir. Please understand sir. My sister is very ill, and she is in town. We have no relatives in the capital, sir. Only I can help him now."

I bowed sadly, not seeing the face of Mr. Gibran who was somehow wearing what kind of expression now. But I know, Mr. Gibran just kept silent.

"Sir..I beg you very much! I have to see my sister in town."

"All right! I give you 10 hours! In the time I give you that, you should have already returned to this place!!!"

Just 10 hours? Just imagine, to meet your own sister alone must be arranged like that. But I can what, the employer's order is an absolute order that cannot be denied. With a doubt of heart, I hurried away after getting permission and saying goodbye. I am so grateful, Mr. Gibran is still generous to me.

Without thinking anymore just rushed away, driving forward the car at high speed and feeling mixed. Anxious and afraid, everything becomes a unity that can not be separated. I was afraid something bad happened to my only sister, my only precious treasure, my soul mate, my tranquilizer, my encouragement and everything for me. Only Rumi that I have right now, after both my parents and Rumi, left us forever.

The supposed long journey was only a matter of hours, making me quickly get to the hospital. I rushed to the reception desk of the hospital, asking where my sister's hospital room was staying here. Until the Sister also told me where Rumi's room was.

I ran again, ignoring the eyes of those who were staring at me in wonder. Maybe because of my strange appearance, wearing all-black clothes. But did not dampen my footsteps to continue running towards Rumi's room.

Chequek!

I rushed in after the door opened wide, approaching Rumi who was conscious apparently. Makes me relieved, because Rumi is still in very good condition and nothing less.

At that time, I had not noticed the presence of someone inside my sister's nursery. But Rumi was the one who introduced, so I could not cover something that successfully made my heart dislodged.

Wulan! That girl was inside Rumi's room, making me surprised to see her. Coupled with Rumi's explanation, that it was Wulan and Damar who had helped him, making him still able to survive until now, meeting with me, his brother who was missed.

I swear by anything, I have no intention of doing anything to that little girl. I was silent, though the shock in my heart I could not lie to. But the girl immediately ran away, out of this room, went out of nowhere. But I am sure, if Wulan is not alone here, I have to make a decision, save myself.

Finally I brought Rumi home, not caring for the advice of the doctor who asked Rumi to stay in full hospital today. To Rumi's astonishment, I could see his eyes always glancing towards me, as I was driving without saying a word. We finally got to my house, which I have never lived in since I bought it.

Inside the house we had a great argument, Rumi kept asking why Wulan was so scared when she saw me, and one other thing that made Rumi even more wondering was, is, why was I so surprised when I saw his presence. Makes me unable to hide everything anymore to Rumi. Now Rumi has learned my real job, that her brother is not only working well, but working maliciously.

In that debate I could see that Rumi was trying to make me aware. Rumi told me to stop, no need to work with that evil Mr. Gibran. Yes, I admit, Mr. Gibran is evil. Even to see my sister in the city alone, I had to rest in front of her, what a cruelty!!!

I said nothing after the debate that afternoon. I chose to rest again, to calm the already troubled mind, until the night passed. Rumi was still reluctant to talk to me, did not want to eat or even take medicine, and again Rumi discussed the little girl, making me feel even more uncomfortable at that time. Be honest! On the one hand I feel that I have been too evil to Wulan and her twin sister named Damar, kidnapping them and even holding them, and now those who helped Rumi fainted on the side of the road. But on the other hand, Mr. Gibran is my master. I need a job to pay for Rumi's treatment, I still need Mr. Gibran's money and only by being her assistant can I get all that for Rumi.

I did not know what else to say to Rumi, until I chose to go outside, sit in front of the house until night.

It came today. When Rumi and I were on the way to a place, I saw a crowd from a distance on the exit road, from the one-way road to SMP Jaya Mandiri. Rumi and I were quite surprised, seeing Dimas and his motorcycle gang friends besieging Damar, Wulan and his brothers.

"Sister.it's Damar and Wulan!"

"Yes, Deck. You can see it."

I was silent, seeing the movements of Dimas and his motorcycle gang friends there, plus three men who I believed were Mr. Gibran's secret agents. It made me in a moment's dilemma, remembering yesterday's incident, where Damar and Wulan helped Rumi.

Is this Mr Gibran's secret plan he's hiding from me? It was this that suddenly wandered around in my head, remembering the plan I had asked, but Mr. Gibran seemed reluctant to tell me.

I turned my head, looking at Rumi who was looking at me meaningfully. His eyes were already glazed over, as if begging me to help them. But what can I do now? If I go down and help Damar Wulan instead of Dimas, Dimas will report all this to my employer. You know, how Dimas and Mr. Gibran now, even my position and Bima alone can be defeated Dimas who likes to lick. The boy was a great sycophant, therefore Mr. Gibran trusted him more than I do, and Dimas was more cunning than Bimantara.

"Sister..."

Last night I could not sleep, thinking about Rumi's piercing words, touching the recesses of my heart, opening a heart that had been closed because of crazy ambition. Makes me realize that what I've been doing is not right. I committed a crime to get the coffers of money for Rumi's recovery. But it was unthinkable to me, that the money I got from working with Mr. Gibran was ill-gotten money, and that money I gave to my sister in the village to treat her pain.

After pondering for quite a while, without distracting me from the group of delinquents up ahead, I rushed to grab something inside the dashboard of the car. While Rumi who saw it was surprised, even had a strangulation. Rumi grabbed my hand as I was about to get out of the car after picking up the thing.

"What do you want with that gun?"

"Son't have to do it, Deck!"

"No, Brother!!! Don't tell me you want to help those kids!"

"You take it easy, Dek!!! This time Big Brother will not disappoint you again!!!"

"By shooting Damar and Wulan, you said Rumi wouldn't be disappointed?"

"You calm down, and just look! What will you do with this gun!!!"

"But Sis...!"

I didn't mind the slightest word Rumi kept calling my name in the car. I stayed out, approached a group of biker gang children with three big men as their friends on a mission, which I strongly believe was the mission under Mr. Gibran's orders.

Dor's!

The iron bullet of my gun shot right at its target, hitting the calf of Aifa'al, his older cousin Wulan who was notoriously loud and very brave. I knew enough about the boy when he was caught while secretly trying to save Damar and Wulan.

With a look that was not in doubt at all, I stepped forward and approached all of them who were shocked when this gun of mine worked. I saw Dimas who was so happy, seeing me who came in when his physical condition was already battered because of the power of Aifa'al.

It was then that I started doing what I wanted to do, even if I had to hurt Aifa'al first just to outwit Dimas. But only in this way can I help, take over the work of Dimas, in the name of Mr. Gibran's word who actually ordered nothing on me today. How Mr. Gibran can give orders, while my phone is deliberately turned off until now, intending to calm the mind.

Without making the slightest mistake, just as I did whatever Mr. Gibran ordered, I managed to outwit Dimas and all of his biker gang friends, taking Wulan from the hands of her brothers by force and hard, then pushing her into the car. At that time I really could not give any signal to Aifa'al or anything else. I was forced to do that, just to convince Dimas, although in the end the boy would know my plan.

It is certain no, how did Aifa'al's angry expression when I managed to bring Wulan? Must be very angry! And I could only sigh back then, letting the brave youngster growl or be furious later, I didn't care. The important thing is that I also have a reason why I do this.

In the car, I saw a surprised Wulan, found Rumi in the front seat but was hiding when the car I was carrying started to run. After the car I brought passed Dimas and his entourage, Rumi rushed out and moved to the back seat. Rumi immediately hugged Wulan, and the girl cried a mouthful.

"Sstttt...! yes, it is, my dear. You are safe with aunt. Auntie will take you home. Yea?" said Rumi who I can hear from the front.

Wulan broke her embrace from Rumi, and said something in her language that I did not understand at all.

"You just calm down. Those brothers of yours will be fine. What matters now is that you are safe, dear." replied Rumi, wiping the tears on Wulan's face gently, making my heart warm all of a sudden.

"Dimas is only after you, Wulan! It was all Mr Gibran's plan! Mr. Gibran is indeed planning something to kidnap you again!"

Whether there was any wind that made me make a sound, telling Wulan that what Dimas did was Mr. Gibran's order. Of course making Wulan afraid, until the role of the meek Rumi was needed to calm the girl.

On the way to the little girl's house, I just kept quiet. But these eyes still see both of them from the rearview mirror, until my car reaches in front of the house. I rushed down, followed by Rumi who came down without taking off her arms from Wulan. We also walked inside, met the owner of the house who is sure you know them very well. And we arrived at the doorway, making all the eyes of the inhabitants of the house fixed on us.

Wulan ran in, walked in and approached a woman I knew as her birth mother Wulan, the target of her past revenge against Mr. Gibran. The girl cried again, making me have to stop explaining everything to her family, until finally Aifa'al and her other sisters arrived home, as is the case today. The boy was angry at me, his legs were also bleeding because I was forced, for Wulan's sake.

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Happy Reading All 😇😇😇

Hoho...it seems like there is a good sign from Bram, hopefully yes 😘

Thank you my brothers all 😘 because you are still at home following the endless story of Wulan this ordeal 😆 Dina also want to apologize for maybe going to long stop by your work🥺 because of work in the real world too much. The next morning has gone to work and returned home was already afternoon, so the time is a bit thin now 😄️ Yes Kak, but dina will still come even though a little long.

So long ago ya lamented dina 😘 once again dina say thank you as much as 😘 ILY All & ________________________________________________________________