The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Season 2 {Episode 3 ~ Come Back}

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"Hi Miss Zivana Asmeralda..."

Somewhere, against the background of a dimly lit balcony of the house. Witnessed by the thousands of stars in the black sky that was increasingly blocking, a girl with a brown short shoulder to shoulder was standing. That's Zivana. Who did not recognize that beautiful yet devil-hearted girl in the previous Wulan saga? After the sad death of the father, shot dead by his own stepmother the effect of heartache and want to stop the depraved crime of the father at that time who wanted to kill Wulan. The brown unraveling girl chose a lot of silence, following whatever the will and will of the mother continued which is the only treasure in life, making Zivana not talk much, although the little heart strongly refused.

Zivana turned her head, after being content to stare at the sparkling black star-studded sky. Looking at someone who came to him at midnight like now, made his smile happy, because the figure who came had kept his promise.

"How are you doing Dimas Pandawa?"

Dimas Pandavas. A handsome but bastard-hearted man. Who doesn't know him? Already ascertained, his presence will now be a question, wherever the male bastard strong rival Aifa'al was all this time, all this time, exactly after Dimas had an accident when the crime and betrayal of the man was exposed by Bima in front of the children of Tiger motorcycle gang. And you guys must not forget about Bima either, right? Who until now had somehow been where he lived after the last information said that Bimantara chose to come with his parents to America after successfully handling Dimas and managed to get out of the bars.

While Dimas smiled obliquely, looking at Zivana from top to bottom which made him more pangling, giving the meaning that Zivana who is now very much different from the previous Zivana.

"As you can see. Thanks to you, I can walk normally again without having to wear a cane now."

Zivana gave a faint chuckle, looking at Dimas who had indeed escaped from the shackles of the torture stick that had kept his way limped for months, the result of a fatal accident that almost makes him die and go into hell if you remember all the rottenness and evil during life. But it seems that God was reluctant to meet the man so quickly, that even peerless torture was given as a reminder of sin, hoping to repent afterwards, but it does not seem to be seen with the current condition and situation.

"That's not much, compared to all your help to settle all my old grudges on that damn mute girl!"

Dimas smiled obliquely, looking at Zivana who turned face to face with a sly smile that could not be hidden, choosing to stare at the black sky as a diversion.

"Haha... Take it easy, Zivana. We have the same enemy now. Because Aifa'al, the brother of that dumb bitch, I was paralyzed by an accident back then. And since Aifa'al isn't here, then that dumb bitch has to pay for all her brother's mistakes." Dimas said, grinning slylylyly, remembering something that seems to have been run well and neatly according to the plan.

"The cave wants one, Dim. I want the mute girl's life to suffer forever! I want him to feel what I've been feeling since my father died in my own hands. That damn mute girl, has to pay top dollar for my bokap death! Life must be paid for with life!" zivana replied, staring at the nanar towards the sky that was getting darkened because of the black clouds.

Sharp grating Embossed dimas. While Zivana who looked at the sky now turned to Dimas with a grin that was no less cunning.

"Haha... I love this game, Ziv. What else is your plan? After an accident two years ago, it turns out that Aifa'al's favorite mute girl is still lucky, she still has a lot of life reserves. Though at that time, I hope the mute is dead and Aifa'al will lose his beloved sister." said Dimas, grinning with the unfortunate incident that befell Wulan.

"Gue also hoped that way, Dim. I guess, the beauty-ass mute is dead, but it's not." replied Zivana not spared the sharp look of hatred in her eyes visible.

"Lo take it easy, Ziv. I will always be on your side. We will destroy the mute and his family. Slowly! One by one!" dimas assured Zivana, grinning.

Zivana smiled obliquely, clapping Dimas' hands perched on his shoulders, staring at the meaningless Dimas grinning meaningfully, which only the two of them could understand at the moment.

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"Uncle..."

The head that originally looked at the sky while sitting quietly leaning on the chair was required to turn, looking at the direction of the source of the baritone sound that was very familiar. The one who called out was Aifa'al. Moving down the stairs after a few minutes of visiting the sister's room, although the body said tired, but not with the heart that led the legs to go downstairs. For some reason, but Aifa'al felt something that he was sure that the presence of the uncle in the yard next to the house was the one who carried and guided his feet to walk.

"You haven't slept, son?" tanya Dhana, move.

"It should be Al who asked like that to Uncle. Why is Uncle still sitting here? It's midnight again! The night air is not good for Uncle's health who is no longer young." replied Aifa'al, mocking the uncle.

"Ck! You're good at mocking Uncle huh? Uncle can't sleep yet, son." said Dhana, sitting back and leaning back.

"Uncle why? When Al came, Uncle was fine. Uncle's not fighting with Anty, is he?" aifa'al replied, staring at the uncle who was staring at the black sky.

"You're all there, son! Uncle never fought with your anty again. Uncle here just wants to breathe the calm night air before going to bed" said Dhana, without turning to the nephew who was still looking at him.

"Uncle sure? Not thinking of anything?" aifa'al said back, unsure of the uncle's answer.

Dhana silenced, heaved a heavy sigh while fixing his comfortable sitting position, as if releasing the burden of thought that seemed to be true, in accordance with the presumption while his handsome nephew was.

"Uncle is thinking of Damar, right?"

The heavy sigh continued, hearing the question of the middle nephew who already knew many things since he was in America. Justifying the allegations of Aifa'al who also sighed while bowing his head for a moment, commenting on the smile of seeing the gelagat the uncle who was thinking about something.

"Al'm sorry, Uncle. Supposedly, at the time of the incident, Al was beside Uncle, beside Damar, beside our family, and beside Adek. Suppose that at that time, Al believed himself to return to Indonesia, maybe Al could prevent Damar's trauma from growing. Al's really sorry, Uncle. Al apologized." said Aifa'al, bowed while playing his fingers.

"But Uncle, if Al came home that time, maybe there is currently no Damar traumatized by the accident that hit Adek. There will be no arrogant Damar. Damar changes because Al can't take care of him, Uncle. Al cannot keep Al's promise to always take care of Damar and Adek. Al has failed to take care of them. Until Adek's life almost drifted because Al was far from Adek, Uncle." said Aifa'al, lirih.

Dhana sighed, her hands raised reaching for the niece's back which was starting to get out of control due to emotions. Making a thin smile on the lips of the father of the two unhinged twins was expanding, hearing the sincere speech that came out of Aifa'al's mouth towards his two children, including Wulan who had been hated even shunned first. Now there is no more hatred, but only a great affection for the sister, and a sense of wanting to always be by her side and take care of her, make sure the soul and body of the brother no one can hurt him.

"That's not your main responsibility, son. That's all Uncle's job. Uncle was happy, seeing how much love you have for Damar Wulan, and your other sisters. Uncle is so grateful for that, Al. But you also have dreams. You have goals, son. What you have to achieve to boast of all of us here. So you don't have to talk like that. Everything that happened to your sister back then has become His will. And Damar's problem, don't think too much about it." said Dhana, calming the niece's nervousness.

"Then what about Adek, Uncle? Didn't Adek really know that Damar was traumatized?" said Aifa'al, looking at the uncle who tried to calm down.

"Yes, Son. Until now your sister does not know, if Damar suffered trauma due to the accident he experienced. And that's what Uncle is afraid of. Uncle is afraid, Wulan will feel guilty if he knows what his mas is going through, and Wulan will definitely be very hit." replied Dhana, lethargic.

"Al really doesn't think, Uncle. Why Damar had to experience trauma due to the accident. While Adek, who had the accident straight away, looks good not even a hint of trauma on his face." said Aifa'al, trying to hold back the anger while breaking the atmosphere.

Dhana gave a faint chuckle, seeing the nephew who was clearly trying to deny his anger since stepping on this mansion. Coupled with the appearance of the attitude of the twin sister that he saw directly, made his fatigue and sleepiness disappear.

"You'd better take a break, son. Uncle is sure your body is very tired, right? So rest. Your sister will be happy, when she sees her mas coming home and returning to this house again." said Dhana, grabbing Aifa'al's shoulder.

"Alright, Uncle. But one thing you should remember. Al promised Uncle. From this second on, Al will always try to take care of Al's younger brothers. Shahal, Shahil, Damar, Adek!!! Al will not let anyone who dares, touches and even hurts Al's brothers. If there is such a person, Al's own hand will finish off the person, Uncle." replied Aifa'al, grabbing the uncle's hand.

"Uncle trusts you very much, son. Because in you, inherit the loving nature and protective soul that is in your daddy. Your dad is like you used to be. He always prioritized the interests of his younger siblings over his personal interests. Mas Ammar, he is the second superhero Uncle, paklik and your onty house after your opa, even to this day is still very much the same. And now, Uncle sees that in you and Ziel" Dhana said, grabbing the niece's shoulders.

Aifa'al smelled a smile, finding the words of motivation of the uncle who was reminiscing about his past that sounded very pleasant and beautiful with his late twin sister, the uncle and his daddy. Adding a new spirit for Aifa'al in the future, keeping the promise spoken in front of the uncle to his sisters. While Dhana was smiling, seeing at least Aifa'al was no longer angry like that.

"Thank you Uncle..."

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"Good night Mother..."

In a room, having a slightly bright light, there was a woman who was lying weakly on a bed, covered in white but looks dull and unkempt. The woman slowly opened her eyes, turning towards the figure of the girl sitting on the side of her bed at the moment. Trying to talk, but the condition of the body that is sick because of Stoke a few years ago, makes it difficult.

"Mother how are you? Zivana misses Mother."

Zivana, it turns out that the girl who came to the woman was a daughter. Kinant. The weak woman was Kinan. The ex-wife of a cold-blooded criminal who died in her own hands five years ago. After the accident, Kinan took Zivana away to his hometown. Intended to calm the heart and mind, while staying away from the bad influences that have existed in the capital since then. But bad luck also befallen, as if karma that comes enveloping. Karma for what she did to her late husband. Making Kinan, a teacher who was famous for being beautiful and kind at that time was affected by a mild stroke by a cause that has not been known to the truth until now.

"Zivana's sorry, Mother. Zivana is forced to let Mother be like this, because Zivana does not want Mother to block all plans Zivana and Dimas."

Zivana's hand stretched out, reaching for the mother's hand that felt stiff because of her illness.

"During this time Zivana has tried to stay silent and follow all the wishes of the Mother. But Zivana can't, Mother. Zivana could not forget the departure of the Papa that Mother killed for defending the mute. Zivana don't accept!!!"

The weak Kinan flinched, finding his weak hand violently slammed by the princess because of the emotions of the pent-up soul a few years ago, due to the unfortunate incident that befell the father. Making Zivana sit who was originally firm, turned into a little down, his face approached the mother's ears that looked frightened and shocked.

"Mother thought, Zivana will take for granted Papa's terrible death at that time? No Mother!!! It will never happen!"

Zivana smiled obliquely, staring at the mother who was actually very dear to her like her own biological mother. But the affection for the mother is not so great, as much as the grudge that is imprinted in her heart now.

"Zivana promises, Zivana will not let the life of Mother's beloved silent student live quietly, Mother!"

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