The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 149 ~ Headshot

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"Are you sure this is Al's location?"

The car that had originally driven slowly, looking for the whereabouts of the person he was looking for in a deserted road and full of thickets. Making Kinan doubt, if the GPS on Aifa'al's phone is wrong to show the direction of the road.

"I'm sure, Mom. Up ahead, Daddy's car stopped." replied Aifa'al while pointing towards the GPS point he was at.

"We'll just go down, Mom. Walking will make it easier for us to find them all." - Dimpal Damar, turning for a moment to Aifa'al.

"The room is right, Ms. Kinan." said Aifa'al.

"Yes, we just walk." Kinan said.

Kinan got out of the car, followed by Damar and Aifa'al. They walked, along the path that still fit if the car passes there, proof of Kinan's car is currently standing on the small path. No matter if there is a car that wants to pass there, after all who will pass the deserted road in the middle of the night like this.

"Damar, Aifa'al..look at that...!" exclaimed Kinan, pointing towards a tall building.

Aifa'al and Damar also stepped wide, curious about Kinan's direction that made them surprised instead of playing. No matter what the rain starts to rain.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" ask Damar, astonished.

"Wulan is on top of that building!" replied Kinan, pointing towards the top there.

Aifa'al turned his head quickly, his eyes wide open when he found the existence of the younger brother who was really up there. The same with Damar who was no less panicked, seeing how close his sister's position there was.

"Let's go there!" kinan, run.

Damar also moved his stamp, following the headmaster, ignoring Aifa'al who ran limping while holding his leg.

"Click, Mr. Ziel...!" sahut Damar's.

Sadha and Aiziel were aghast, hearing the voice of a stranger in their ears, leading those who were busy monitoring Gibran's movements from below to turn their heads immediately, seeing who was calling them with the call.

"Al, Damar, Mrs Kinan..."

Sadha and Aiziel were flabbergasted, unable to believe that the two boys had come with Kinan.

"Hurma, Al...! Why are you here?" serkas Sadha, looking intently at the two.

"We ran away from home, Paklik!!!" aifa'al said, choosing to be honest rather than to lie.

"Excession! Don't you think about your Opa, Oma, Mommy, and Bulik, huh!" sadha said emotions see both.

"The room can't be quiet, Paklik. Sorry!" damar replied, bowed down feeling guilty.

"Pardon the children, Mr. Sadha. Damar and Aifa'al only follow their hearts that worry about the condition of Wulan." - Kimpal Kinan, trying to calm Sadha's heart.

"Bu Kinan is right, Paklik. They got here anyway, didn't they? No need to be angry anymore!!! We better focus on Adek now. Adek's position is getting closer up there!" tymphal Aiziel.

Sadha gave a rude sigh, without taking off her glare at Aifa'al who dared to challenge her gaze, but not by Damar who chose to lower his head, afraid to see the paklik's gaze.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

Sadha, Kinan, Aiziel, Aifa'al and Damar jumped. Hearing the sound of raw attacks up there.

"Click.. That must be Daddy's attack!" aiziel said, her eyes perfectly rounded.

"We have to go upstairs, Mom!" exclamation Aifa'al.

"Don't, Al! The danger!" sahut Aiziel, holding the sister who wants to recklessly.

"The room wants to go up!" exclaim Damar.

"No, Damar! You can't go there!" sahut Sadha, withdraw Damar's hand.

Aifa'al and Damar rebelled, trying to break away from Sadha and Aiziel's hold that prevented them from ascending. While Kinan was silent for a moment, his hand seemed to wipe something that he always prepared behind his covered clothes.

The drap!

Kinan stepped wide, dashing into the empty building after a while looking at Gibran's situation above and curling Wulan's small body. Shadha and Aiziel were flabbergasted, finding Kinan's agile movements so they could not catch up.

The drap!

Kinan continued to run, climbing the stairs that were not small in number, wanting to quickly get to the top of the building where the cruel ex-husband was currently. Until finally Kinan reached the top floor, demanding him to slow down the sound of his footsteps.

The drap!

Kinan stepped slowly, stealthily reaching for something tucked behind his shirt. His eyes were sharpening, as he looked at Gibran, who was holding Wulan from behind and inching backwards. The fire of anger that Kinan had endured all this time he could not bear anymore, leading his hand to touch the trigger of a gun in his hand at this moment. He pointed the gun at the target. Kinan grew increasingly furious, seeing Gibran who ignored Ammar's threat despite his position was already very threatened on the edge of the building.

"If the bars of iron can't make you repent, then this bullet will take you to hell, Gibran!!!"

Kinan's eyes flushed out, no matter the swift rain that flushed the body. Recalling Gibran's hurtful words that night, made him ride black. Kinan stepped slowly, without making the slightest sound under the torrent of rain. Her active gun was fixed on her ex-husband...

Dor's!

A single bullet shot into the target, penetrating right in the middle of Gibran's head. Making everyone who was there dumbfounded and surprised. While Gibran who was hit by Headshot from his ex-wife was freefall down there.

"Guaranto...!" peekik Mala, hysterical.

Dhana stepped wide, approaching the edge of the building where the princess hung there because Gibran did not let go. Followed by Ammar, Mala, Bram, and Rumi who were still surprised actually when he saw Gibran freefall after getting a headshot. While Kinan sat in a doldrums, stunned after he managed to stop Gibran in his own way and hands.

"Hold Papi's hand, honey!" sahut Dhana, trying to grab Wulan's hand.

Wulan hanging on the edge of the building tried to reach the hand of the papi, until finally the little girl managed to survive a life-threatening death.

Grep's!

Mala held Wulan, made the little girl cry as she hiccupped in the arms of the mother, shedding her mountainous fear. Afraid that she could no longer meet her beloved mother.

"You're okay, aren't you, sweetheart?" mala said, petting the head of the princess dear.

"Come, Mommy...!"

Dhana, Mala and Wulan broke into hugs, turning their heads quickly towards the source of the voice.

"Room..."

Dhana and Mala were stunned, finding the whereabouts of the son who was here. Followed by, Sadha, Aiziel and Aifa'al from behind, until it appeared in his eyes as a figure of a hijab-wearing woman who was sitting under the torrent of rain. Not only Dhana and Mala, Ammar was also stunned, seeing his youngest son was also here.

"She...!"

Damar who ran fast, squandered. Directly embracing the body of the sister, reciprocated closely also by Wulan who reviews a smile full of gratitude because it is still given the opportunity to be reunited with her twin mas.

"Daddy.. It's okay, right?" said Damar, stroking darling the head of the sister.

"She's fine, Mas." replied Wulan with her sign language accompanied by a smile.

"Wulan.. Are you okay, honey?" timpal Sadha, just came and immediately approached Wulan.

"Wulan is okay, Paklik" said Wulan remained with his sign language.

"Thank God Adek is fine. Mas, Paklik and we are all worried about Adek!" said Aiziel, stroking the head of the baby sister.

Wulan smiled bitterly, hugging Aiziel tightly after getting up. Even the kiss of love did not escape Aiziel gave to the sister, as if spilling the worries that had arisen since.

"Hurma, Al...! Why are you here?" serkas Ammar, look at both.

"Al's the same Damar ran away from home, Dad!" aifa'al replied, acting ordinary even though the corner of her eyes caught the obvious anger of the daddy towards her and Damar at this time.

"The wrong room, sirde. The desperate Damar invites Mas Al to run away from home to catch up with all of you. Damar and Mas Al also brought Bu Kinan here." Damar explained, telling the action.

"Already, Daddy. What is important is that all the problems are now well resolved, even though Gibran.." - timpal Aiziel, suddenly hesitated to tell the truth that he had witnessed when Gibran fell and plunged free from the top of a tall building.

"Gibran is dead, Mas." - timpal Sadha, looking at Ammar because he also saw how tragic the fate of Gibran's life was over.

Ammar, Dhana, Mala, Bram, Rumi and Wulan were flabbergasted. Along with that came some police who had been contacted by Aifa'al before the headshot of Gibran occurred, taking down all Gibran's men whose condition was also not good because of Ammar. While all of them who were still at the top of the building moved to the edge, saw the condition of Gibran's body which was in a position to fall down there, and was covered in blood. Very sad and very sad.

"Good night everyone." said Bripka Police who came over.

"Good night, sir." replied Dhana.

"We've come here on someone's report that a fugitive named Gibran has been found, and is conducting an attempted murder on two women. Is true?" ask Bripka.

"Really, Sir. Gibran wanted to kill my daughter and the younger brother of his own personal assistant out of grudge and heartache" Dhana said.

"I'm reporting all that, sir!!! Even the fugitive you're looking for is down there. He's dead, sir!" aifa'al replied, glancing down there.

"Yes, the other police officers are taking care of the body. If I may know, who shot the victim in the head to make him fall from the top of this?" said Bripka Police, seeing them one-on-one.

Dhana and Mala throw eyes at each other, as well as Bram and Rumi, Damar and Wulan, Aiziel and Aifa'al and Ammar and also Sadha. They were all confused as to what to say to the police, that the one who killed Gibran was his own ex-wife, Kinan Ashila Sari.

"I shot the man, sir!"

The eyes of all who had originally clashed with one another instantly turned simultaneously towards the source of that soft yet raucous voice. Seen Kinan walking with contortion and limp, his hand was still holding the gun that made Kinan dark eyes and ended up killing her ex-husband. While Ammar, Sadha, Dhana, Mala, Bram, Rumi, Aiziel, Aifa'al, Damar, Wulan stared at the drenched appearance of Kinan, very messy.

"I killed him, sir!" kinan replied, revealing the firearm in his hand.

"But it was Mrs Kinan who stopped Mr. Gibran's crimes. If Bu Kinan had not shot the man, my sister probably would not have survived, sir." said Damar, defending Kinan as yet uncertain, whether Kinan was guilty or not.

"We're all eyewitnesses to the incident, sir! If Bu Kinan hadn't killed the fugitive, we might not have survived either." - Aifa'al, who was defending.

"In that case, let's come with us to the police station for us to ask for information. I hope the cooperation, ma'am." said Bripka Police, seeing the chaotic Kinan.

Kinan sighed heavily, not surprised by the consequences he would receive later. Making all eyes more wide-eyed, did not expect that a teacher like Kinan could kill people, even that person was her own ex-husband. And now, Kinan had to explain everything to the Police, making Kinan resigned himself.

"alright, Sir. I'll explain everything you need. But I beg permission to search for the whereabouts of my daughter who was held captive also by the man. Right now he must still be there." Kinan said, trying to ask for leniency.

"Alright, Mom. Me and my members will accompany Mother to the location of the detention. Come on!" bripka said the police were leaving.

Kinan nodded, moving away after turning his head towards Dhana and everyone. While Dhana was unmoved, not knowing what to do for Kinan at this moment.

"Better we go home now, Dhana!" exclaimed Sadha, looking at the silent Dhana.

"Sadha's right! Poor Wulan and Rumi. They must be so exhausted. Let the police take care of everything that has ended" Ammar said, reassuring Dhana.

"But pity Ms. Kinan, Mas. He must need our help." Mala said.

Dhana was stunned, hearing the words of the wife who thought of Kinan. Somehow the fate of the school principal Damar and Wulan now, will the police imprison him on charges of murdering a fugitive like Gibran? I hope that doesn't happen.

"Mommy's right, Pi. Poor Bu Kinan." said Damar, as if asking the papi to help the principal.

"Let me accompany Mrs Kinan, Miss Mala, Damar! And Rumi.." said Bram, turning towards Rumi who was silent.

"Let Rumi come with us, Bram!!! After your business with Kinan is over, bring Rumi home." said Ammar.

"alright, Sir. Thank you very much sir." replied Bram, bowing his head.

"Either. Come on, we better go now! Mas is worried, people at home will be confused to find Damar and Al who are not in their room!" ammar exclaimed, insinuating Aifa'al and Damar.

"Sorry Dad.." said Aifa'al.

"Sorry Pakde.." said Damar, lirih.

Ammar sighed heavily, shaking his head in dismay at Aifa'al and Damar's reckless behavior. While Wulan only smelled a smile, gently stroked the arms of both of his mas that he flanked.

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Happy Reading All 😇😇😇

Azab for Gibran so that in the afterlife yes, confused in 😂 want to love what do doom for people as evil as Gibran 😌 so raised to death how sad aja, aja, consider it an early punishment before meeting the angel munkar and nakir in the grave later ⁇ ️