The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 145 ~ Human-Matured Demons

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"What's? Rumi kidnapped Gibran?"

Bram nodded, trying to calm the racing heart beat time because of the fate of the younger brother in Gibran's hands. While Pak Aidi, Bu Aini, Ammar, Sadha, Dhana, Ibel, Vanny, Mala and the children were flabbergasted. Not expecting not only Wulan who Gibran kidnapped, but also Rumi.

"Mr Gibran called me, sir. Now Rumi is with him. I'm afraid Mr. Gibran will do something bad to my brother." said Bram, gasping.

"Wulan also kidnapped Gibran, Mr. Bram." replied Dhana, rubbing Bram's back.

"What's? Wulan was kidnapped too?" sahut Bram's.

"We suspect that Gibran kidnapped Wulan, sir" Dhana replied.

Bram fell silent, remembering something that made him understand more and more with the master's devious and evil way of thinking.

"I'm sure, this is one of Mr. Gibran's secret plans that he's hiding from me. And I'm also sure, Mr. Gibran must have paid a great man to do all this. We have to help them, sir!" bram said, the more determined.

"We really want to go there, sir! If Mr. Bram is ready, let's go together! I'm with my older brother, wife and eldest nephew to leave right now!" answer Dhana.

"Don't Mr Dhana know where Mr Gibran took Rumi and Wulan? I think Mr. Gibran has moved because his current position is very threatened" said Bram, confirming Dhana's plan.

"Sir Bram take it easy. Even though all the plans that we had put together with Bu Kinan, were destroyed. I still have other backup plans" Dhana said, reassuringly.

"alright, Sir. Whatever your plan is, I'll be willing to help. Mr. Gibran must be stopped immediately otherwise, there will be many lives threatened!" exclaimed Bram, increasingly convinced by his intentions.

"Better to go now!!! Before Gibran got more stupid and hurt Wulan or even Rumi!" timpal Ammar, worry about Rumi.

Sadha, Dhana, Mala and Aiziel nodded. Leads them rushing back into the car, while Bram chooses to take his car. After they were all ready, the two cars went fast and went hand in hand. While Mr. Aidi, Bu Aini, Ibel, Vanny, Aifa'al, Syahal-Shahil and Damar were only able to sigh heavily, seeing the two cars speeding, splitting the streets deserted.

"Better we all go in! The night wind is not good for you. Come Baby!"

Dearly Bu Aini embraces the shoulder of her four choked-up grandchildren, staring down the path that will take Ammar, Sadha, Dhana and Mala to where Gibran holds Wulan. Meanwhile, Mr. Aidi, embracing the shoulders of his two daughters-in-law who were stuck like his children.

"Mom..."

Bu Aini turned his head, saw Damar who suddenly called out to him, Damar's voice suddenly heavy, staring at the oma.

"Dear, what's wrong?" ask Ms. Aini.

"Damar's feeling can't be quiet, Oma." Damar replied, massaging the tight chest.

"Istighfar, dear. Pray for Papi, Mami, Pakde, Paklik and masmu to succeed. Home safely, bring Wulan. Everything will be fine, dear." said Ms. Aini, hugging dear grandson.

"The room is afraid, Oma. Damar was afraid, they were all wretched. Mr. Gibran is a bad man and very dangerous. Damar wants to come with Papi. Damar wanted to make sure that Papi, Mami, Adek and the others were okay." Damar replied, unable to contain the fear.

Bu Aini sighed heavily, looking towards the husband who could feel the fear of the twin grandchildren. While Ibel and Vanny were, their tears were unstoppable, feeling how strong the bond between Damar and Wulan was, reminding them of Dhana and Dhina's late life.

"Room... Adek will survive. You have to believe! If something bad happens to Adek, then Mas himself will finish Gibran with the hands of Mas, for you! My promise!!!" exclamation Aifa'al.

"Al.. You can't talk like that!" concluded Ibel, surprised to hear the determination of the son who sounded not kidding.

"Al please, Mommy. Don't block Al! For now Al may still be able to hold back, but Al is not sure if Gibran dare to act far against Adek! Al will finish the man himself, Mom!" said Aifa'al, looking intently at the mommy.

"But Son..."

"Take this as a payment, Mom! Pay for all Al's bad attitude to Adek for 9 years. Pay for Al's bad attitude to Adek, since Al chose to close his eyes and heart to accept Adek's shortcomings. As a mas, it should have long since Al protect and accept Adek as it is like Mas Ziel. But Al is naughty! To think that Adek is the unlucky bearer of Al's life!" said Aifa'al, sincere from the bottom of the heart to Wulan.

Ibel was stunned, unable to believe that her mischievous son could speak so sincerely, provoking her tears to fall again. While Mr. Aidi, Bu Aini, Syahal, Shahil and Damar who heard it were also no less washed away, also felt the magnitude of Aifa'al's guilt that was still enveloping his heart until now.

"If Adek had heard that he would have been sad, Mas." - timpal Damar, had calmed down.

"But Mas has to do that, Damar!!!" said Aifa'al, his determination was so great to finish off Gibran who always hurt his sister.

"Benevolent love Mas as it is now, is enough to make Adek happy! Adek once said that to Damar. So you don't have to think like that. That love doesn't need to be paid, Mom!" damar, convince the mas.

"Your sister's right, honey. If the affection in a relationship is paid, then when we cannot pay, the affection will disappear quickly. Enough with the heart! Then your affection for your brothers and sisters will never wear off with time. You can see for yourself, right? How great is the affection between your daddy, uncle, and uncle towards your onty that not even his body is among them?" said Ms. Aini, stroking the head of the grandson dearly.

Aifa'al was swept away, remembering the long story of the daddy who told the onty in his past life. How much love between the daddy to his sisters, even to the onty who died decades ago. But not a bit of affection between them faded, despite the age that is no longer young, it makes the three who are still alive more tightly affectionate.

"For Gibran's problems, we'll just trust your parents. Our job in this house is to pray for them so that everything is fine. Okay?" said Mr. Aidi, embracing the shoulders of Aifa'al and Damar.

"Sahal agreed with Opa. It's also scary that Mas Al intervened to finish the old man off. What is there, instead of going straight to hell instead of having to suffer first in the ICU room because of Mas Al's hand!" sahut Syahal, shuddered in horror if he remembered how cruel Aifa'al when he was angry.

Laughter Pak Aidi, Bu Aini, Ibel, Vanny, Syahil and Damar echoed, hearing the words of Syahal who successfully broke the atmosphere in the house. While Aifa'al snorted, staring at the careless sister who could still joke at a time like this.

"Ck! You shouldn't have spoken, Shahal! Just quiet!" sulek Aifa'al, pushy.

"Yee...! Shahal's mouth aches if it doesn't bother Mas in a day." replied Syahal, sneering at the careless mas.

"Already, already...! Better you all rest first, while waiting for news from Ammar, Sadha and Dhana about Wulan." exclaimed Bu Aini, mediating his two grandchildren.

"Yes Oma.." answered Aifa'al, Syahal, Shahil and Damar simultaneously, then moved on.

Ms. Aini sighed, seeing her four favorite grandchildren walking upstairs while reaching for Aifa'al whose legs were still injured. While Mr. Aidi, Ibel and Vanny just reviewed a smile, staring at the children who walked, always in tandem.

"I'm sorry for Syahal's behavior, ma'am. Vanny's one son is like that." said Vanny, grabbing the hand of the mother-in-law.

"It's okay, honey. Your son's character is exactly the same as Sadha's. It is precisely that I am relieved that Syahal is able to control the atmosphere with his funny and humorous nature" replied Ms. Aini, stroking Vanny's face.

"Every child must have a different nature, and in every difference that will color the lives of all of us." said Mr. Aidi, smiling at everything.

"Yes, you better get some rest. Don't think too much about your husband. I'm sure, they'll be fine." said Ms. Aini, reassuring her daughter-in-law.

Ibel and Vanny nodded obediently, tightly hugging the mother-in-law's body before they moved on, entering into their respective rooms to rest. Although the heart remains anxious, but tired of the body that has been active all day, demanding to relax the body for a moment and calm the mind.

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"Take me off, sir...!"

Light made dimmer lamp, did not discourage Rumi's strength to continue to revolt on Gibran who just stood firmly not far from his seat on a wooden chair in a state tightly bound by a large rope. Making Rumi unable to move freely, only rebelling with the rest of the energy he has at this time, praying that the brother will quickly come to the rescue.

"Calm the sweet girl!"

"Take me off, sir...!"

"If you continue to rebel like this, then your remaining strength will run out!"

"Take me off, Mr. Gibran...! Otherwise, my brother won't spare you!"

"Hooo, I'm so scared. Ahahaha...!!!"

Rumi snorted, staring at Gibran who suddenly laughed off his sight. Meanwhile, in a house there were two men of large stature, dressed in black uniforms, in contrast to the three men of large stature who had helped his plan and Dimas. Looks like Gibran has prepared everything, for the sake of launching revenge.

Chequek!

The originally closed door was now open, provoking Gibran's head to turn quickly toward the door. While the surprised Rumi also rolled his eyes, wanting to know what other creatures entered there.

"Boss...we managed to bring one more captive Boss!" said one of the men in Gibran's uniform.

"Good! Put him in there and tie it!!!" exclaimed Gibran, looking at the empty seat on Rumi's side.

"Every Boss.." replied Gibran's men.

Gibran's men moved, carrying someone's tiny body towards his chair. Making Rumi flabbergasted, finding that unconscious figure was also in this cursed place.

"German..."

Gibran's sneaky grin rose, seeing how shocked Rumi was when she saw Wulan's innocent face. Fainted, tied up and still a child. Making Rumi remember the Dhana family who has an angelic soul. But at this time, they must be very anxious to think about Wulan's condition which would certainly be expected to be lost by his extended family at home.

"You're really mean, Mr. Gibran!"

"Thank you for your praise, Rumi!"

"Repent before it's too late, sir!!! Because God never sleeps! He will soon bring you a torment!"

"Haha.. I'm not afraid! It's free for you to lecture me! Because I'm not a weak human like you and Bram!"

"Yes, you're right! You are not a human being, but a demon!"

Gibran smiled obliquely, turning his face away for a moment but clenched his hands firmly. While the brave Rumi, increasingly sharp staring at the interlocutor, no matter if the opponent is now not worth it.

Plaque!

One hard slap landed on Rumi's face. Making the girl covered with slices, holding the pain that immediately spread all over the cheeks until it spread to her head. Fishing Gibran's sneaky grin rises again, too happy to see people's suffering.

"I admit your courage, Rumi! And I can't wait to get you out of Bram's life!"

"Ck! Let's see it later! You or I will leave this world!"

"OKAY...! I accept your challenge! Let's see it later! Who will weep and mourn who's gone!"

Rumi snorted angrily, staring intently at Gibran who was grinning with confidence. Then Gibran moved, stepping away from Rumi and Wulan who were already bound in a room.

"Wulan.. Get up, kid! Wulan...!"

The condition of Rumi's body that is strongly bound, makes her unable to walk close to Wulan who is still unconscious. Just a cry, trying to wake the little girl up.

"Wulan... wake up!!! We need to get out of this godforsaken place, honey! Let's wake!"

Rumi continued to rebel, hoping that her body's binder would gradually loosen until she could touch Wulan there. While the bound Wulan never showed any signs of being aware, making Rumi anxious, not even concerned with the pain that hit her head.

"O Allah, please strengthen me and Wulan in the face of Your one created being. Give your help to both of us. Lower thy torment to thy cruel creature. Please, God..."

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