The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 148 ~ Destiny Mute Girl

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"Is there a last-time request for your beloved mother in the little girl's house?"

The roar of the night sky suddenly resounded, along with the utterance of the question that came out without sin from Gibran's mouth. Staring fixed Wulan who stood right on the edge of the building, held tightly by one of his men. While Gibran is also on the edge of the building, but the position is certainly still safe, not as safe as Wulan's position.

Wulan was only silent, her tears continued to flow incessantly, enduring fear as she saw how high the top of the empty building she was standing on at the moment. Imagine what his fate would be today, if he were to plunge free from the top of this building.

"Release Wulan...! Release Wulan...!" pekik Rumi, standing far from the edge of the building but his hand still gripped by two men Gibran.

Gibran chuckled, dribbling his eyes towards the roaring Rumi, asking Wulan to be let go. While Wulan remained silent, biting her lower lip with all her might so that she would not cry and look weak in Gibran's eyes.

"Please wait a minute, Rumi! After this little girl, you're the next turn I'm gonna throw down there! Haha...!" said Gibran, there is no guilt in the slightest from the look in his eyes.

Rumi snorted angrily, rebelling back so that his hands could be separated from the confines of the two men of Gibran. While Gibran was still chuckling, looking happy to torture others like tonight. The night that he had been waiting for a long time, where he would wipe out the life of someone who was loved by the son of his parents' killer.

Gibran reached into his pocket, grabbed the phone and opened the camera app. The cruel man's grin never went out, making Rumi who saw him grow furious.

"Recording this fun show! Because the results I will give to the mute girl's beloved parents!" exclaims Gibran, give his phone to his men who do not work.

"Good Boss!" answer the men, obey.

Gibran let out a long sigh, slowly approaching Wulan who was only silent to the cruel human form of men like Gibran Athaariq.

Grep's!

Wulan gasped, finding that his hand had changed the hand that was originally in the grip of Gibran's men and now Gibran himself was grasping it. The girl rebelled violently, trying to break away but could not. Gibran's strength is greater than that of a little girl like her who is weak and can't do anything.

"It's just that you're smart, sweet boy! But to deal with a situation like this alone you can run out of sense. Therefore, just accept your destiny as a mute girl that is of no use in this world!!! You better die! That way, I can see how much your beloved mother will suffer forever! Haha..."

Wulan gave a faint snort, holding back the flames of rage that peaked upon hearing Gibran's words. In the past Wulan was used to hearing insults about him who was not lucky like other children, but not for now. After Wulan managed to regain the affection of the mother who had faded.

Grep's!

Bruk!

Who would have guessed that Wulan, the little girl with self-limits but the advantages behind it all, dared to fight Gibran now. Unbeknownst to Gibran, Wulan turned quickly and immediately pushed Gibran's large body. Make Gibran fall to sit on the top floor of the building. Gibran should be grateful that Wulan was not dark-eyed, and that she might even throw Gibran down. But Wulan is not as crazy and vindictive as Gibran.

"No one human can manage let alone change the destiny of a mute girl like me, including you!!! Never look at a person with one eye, for no one will know what is behind that person's shortcomings, Mr Gibran!!!" wulan said with her sign language, accompanied by a sharp gaze that killed her to crush Gibran, but it was Rumi who helped her clarify the meaning of her language.

Rumi smiled with satisfaction. Although he was stunned to see the action of Wulan that he had never imagined before. Then when Wulan said something with his sign language, while standing in front of Gibran who was still sitting. Rumi raised her voice, translating the Wulan language so that Gibran could understand and hear, that a little girl like Wulan could not be underestimated by a bad person like her.

Wulan raised her head, looking at Rumi who was commenting on a smile towards her. While Gibran grinned, still unable to believe that a little girl like Wulan was able to push him to his feet.

"You can see for yourself, right? The mute girl you take for granted has already shown her ferocious fangs, Mr. Gibran! So get ready to accept your defeat is clear in plain sight!" sahut Rumi who smiled in a slant.

Never once saw Wulan grin. But this time, the little girl who had always had insults in her life, was now grinning. Staring intently at Gibran who was still sitting in front of him, while the men of Gibran who were trying to help him stand, prevented by the boss. Not wanting to show that he is a weak boss, even to stand up just needs help. Make Gibran's men inching back.

"The two of you are indeed brave girls but they are so annoying!!! I remind you, never fish in murky water because only the doom you will get!!!" gibran pointed to both.

Rumi and Wulan looked at each other despite their distance, astonished to see Gibran's still calm and unemotional attitude after getting Wulan's reckless actions. While Gibran smiled obliquely, finding the right situation to act.

Grep's!

"Guaranto...!" squealing Rumi, hysterical all of a sudden.

Hap!

"How dare you push me, sweet boy! Looks like the angel of death is already impatient to pick you up!!!" gibran said, sounding creepy in Wulan's ear even though only whispering.

Wulan looked perfectly open, looking down there very far from the eyes, while his hand was held by Gibran. Makes it difficult to swallow the saliva, seeing the position of his body that is sad this time.

Degh's!

Gibran smirked in satisfaction, seeing Wulan's brave face turn again into fear mode while being deeply shocked.

"Stop...!!!"

Seringai who originally framed his sinister face, is now forcibly attracted. Changed pias instantly when feeling very familiar with the baritone's voice. While his current position could be imagined, right? Gibran stood at the top of the tall building holding Wulan's hand which he was about to throw down there. Only one foot of Wulan is still resting on the wall of the building, while the other foot, let us imagine together how threatened the position of Wulan today.

"Take off my daughter, Gibran...!"

Gibran was silent when he heard the different voice, leading him around, turning to the source of the voice without letting go or bringing Wulan back to the edge of the building, his head was indeed turned but his hands remained firmly holding Wulan who was about to fall. Meanwhile, Wulan's tears were unstoppable. Afraid that Gibran would actually throw him off the top.

"Mala, Dhana." said Gibran, surprised.

"Take my daughter off, you son of a bitch!" exclamation Mala.

"Take my son off, sir!" exciting Dhana.

"Sir.. I beg you not to be reckless!" exclaimed Bram, after glancing at the younger brother not far from his current standing position.

"Ck! You don't have to beg, Bram! After this girl dies, it's your sister's turn to catch up with her!" gibran toilet.

"Gibran.. release my daughter!" exclamation Mala.

"Mala, it turns out you can be emotional too. All right, I'll let go of your mute daughter as soon as possible. Better now you get ready to release one of your twins dead! Hahah." concluded Gibran, bluffing Mala with a position Wulan almost on the edge.

"Sir Gibran. Please don't hurt my daughter! You can ask anything of me! You want what? You want my treasure or cafe? Go ahead! I'm willing to give up everything, as long as you let go of my daughter!" dhana's trying to get Gibran to negotiate.

Instead of answering, Gibran laughed. The man's laughter resounded, along with the rumbling of the sky slowly starting to drop the dots of life's water onto the face of the earth. The sky seemed to be coming along, how anxious Wulan felt at this moment.

"After the fire, you just want to hand the cafe over to me? Huh yeah?" timpal Gibran, the more chuckle.

Dhana frowned, turning towards Mala who was looking at him in wonder, hearing Gibran's ambiguous words. While Bram was silent, quite understand what the master meant because the master had once expressed his evil intentions to Cafe Dhana, the Lord said, remember Dhana who refused to be invited to cooperate with the company of the master at that time.

"So the fire that happened in the cafe of my late brother was Mr Gibran?" dhana said, holding back the flames of his anger.

Gibran did not answer, but the laughter of the man echoed, beating the sound of rain that began to fall to earth. Making Dhana understand, that the perpetrator of the crime that caused Cafe Dhina fire is Gibran. That's cruel!

"I don't think you'll realize that your daughter I kidnapped, Dhana. I think you'll be busy taking care of your dead sister's cafe! But I was wrong!" gelak Gibran's.

"Enough, Gibran...! You are indeed so outrageous! I'm still trying to be polite to bad guys like you! It turns out I was wrong! You don't even deserve to be respected!" exciting Dhana.

"Hahahaha.thank you for your praise, Dhana! I am so honored to receive compliments from you. Thank you." replied Gibran, laughing while holding Wulan.

"Now let go of my daughter! Or you'll be in jail forever!!!" dhana, trying to hold back emotions.

"It seems you too can't wait to see your daughter come off. All righty! I'll let go so that your beloved daughter can plunge free and die peacefully!" gibran replied, grinning cunningly, looking intently at Dhana.

Dhana, Mala, Bram and no exception with Rumi who is still restrained by Gibran's men, swelled perfectly. Looking at Gibran's increasingly terrifying movements, pushing Wulan slowly until the little girl's crying voice rang out in all their ears. Mala sobbed in her heart, covering her mouth that wanted to shout as loud as possible or even kill Gibran with her own hands. But Mala stopped, seeing Wulan's position getting thinner and almost going to fall.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

Five sharp attacks succeeded Ammar lay on the five men of Gibran, not least with Gibran's men who held Rumi with only one to three movements only. Bram's only sister was released, so Bram rushed to reach for the sister.

"You're okay, right Deck?" bram asked, checking the condition of the sister's body.

"Rumi's okay, sister. But Wulan." replied Rumi, pointing at Wulan who was threatened with life on the edge of the building.

Bram sighed heavily, turning to Gibran whose position was now standing while clutching Wulan's neck from behind. Making Dhana and Mala a little quiet, seeing the thin position of the princess not on the edge of the building anymore. While Ammar, did not get there the agile movement of his martial arts. With both of his big, sturdy hands, although no longer young, Ammar gripped two of Gibran's men at once, even tightening the grip of his burly hands, making the two boys grimace in pain.

"Quick you let go of my nephew! Or these two of your men, I took them to the Police station to witness how cruel you are to a little girl!!! You know, not only 1 or 5 years you will be in prison. But for a lifetime!!!" said Ammar, do not want to lose showing his sharp grin.

Want to know what Gibran's expression is? Shock! The man was very shocked and shocked to see the agility of Ammar when attacking his five men with one movement in a time that is not up to a minute. Gibran was silenced, but his hand did not come off Wulan's neck. Making the little girl difficult to take a breath, her beautiful face was also wet because the rain water mixed with tears that broke.

"Take off my niece! I count to three! If you stay there, then don't blame me. If I can also attack you in one fell swoop, and make you freefall from above!" concluded Ammar, his wet face looks more sinister for Gibran.

Dhana, Mala, Bram and Rumi looked at each other. Wanting to move forward to reach Wulan when Gibran was silenced like that, but the lightning gaze of Ammar momentarily stopped their steps, because it would be dangerous for Wulan.

"One...!"

Gibran jumped worriedly, strength and arrogance that was originally high as if it was being carried by the pouring rain, making him inching back, making him retreat, fearing that the threat of a burly man who had defeated all five of his men without pause would really do.

"Two...!"

While Ammar stepped forward, without releasing his grip on the two men of Gibran who had nothing for an Ammar. Making Gibran even more furious, retreated slowly without letting go of Wulan.

"I warn you again...! If you stay tight, in a matter of three I will make you freefall and die!" concluded Ammar, gripping two Gibran men who continue to grimace in pain.

"Mas.." said Dhana, anxious.

"You take it easy, Dhana! Trust the savage man to Mas." said Ammar.

Dhana heaved a heavy sigh, looked at Gibran who was still clutching his daughter's neck, and continued to inched backwards. If Gibran is unconscious, he and Wulan can go free-fall. While Ammar continues to move, slowly but strategically, does not want the soul of the nephew threatened longer.

"Three..."

Ammar pushed both Gibran's men to their knees, about to run to attack Gibran who was just sculpting. While Dhana, Mala, Bram and Rumi were perfectly swerved, seeing Ammar's extremely agile movement beyond the wind.

Dor's!

"Guaranto...!"

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