The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 35 ~ Hit and Run

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The breeze of the afternoon wind cools itself, making Dhana feel the cold weather this afternoon suddenly cloudy. The black cloud slowly moved, covering the sun's radiance, turning the clear sky dark instantly, giving a sign that it would soon be raining heavily.

Prangs!

Dhana was shocked when the sound of broken glass from his warm tea cup suddenly fell, causing him to reflexively duck, picking out the fragments of the cup scattered on the floor.

"Arrrghh..."

The small friction from the shattered cup fragments slashed at Dhana's index finger, sending her jerking, along with a sudden feeling of extreme weirdness. Dhana grimaced in pain, the pain that felt made her drift in daydreams.

"Uncle... What's wrong? Ziel had heard the sound of a glass breaking from this direction." said Aiziel who came shuddering from inside.

Aiziel's eyes rounded perfectly when her gaze was fixed on the uncle's hand that was still crouching. Aiziel also crouched down, equalizing the position of his height with the body of the uncle. Meanwhile, the uncle was still unaware of his existence in front of him.

"Uncles... Uncle..."

Dhana flinched, controlling her uncontrollable feelings, her heart was pierced abruptly and made her pensive.

"Ziel... What are you doing here?" dhana asked who was moving, hiding a small wound on her index finger.

"No need to hide anymore, Uncle. Ziel saw it. Ziel should have asked that question to Uncle! Uncle what was crouching like earlier, even Uncle's bloody hands did not notice it." Aiziel said as he watched the uncle full of probing.

"Uncle just sits back, Ziel. But suddenly Uncle's tea cup fell because Uncle accidentally nudged it. What are you doing yourself? Have you had lunch?" dhana answered, asking her eldest nephew.

"Ziel never had lunch, Uncle. Ziel came here because he was surprised and wanted to ask permission for Uncle to go home for a while" said Aiziel who chuckled considering he never had lunch to take care of the body.

"You're going home yet?" tanya Dhana made sure.

"Just for a second, Uncle. Ziel just wants to take a laptop. After that Ziel will come back here again to accompany Uncle." replied Aiziel with a face slashing.

"Yes, but you're careful and remember not to flirt!!! Uncle doesn't want to make them anxious" Dhana said, pointing at his nephew's face.

"Ready, Boss!!! Ziel go first, Uncle. Assalamualaikum." replied Aiziel who shook the back of the uncle's hand.

"Wa'alaikum..."

Dhana smiled wryly, shaking her head at the behavior of the nephew who had disappeared from sight. Dhana was pensive, feeling a very different heartache and certainly very unpleasant, making her even more agitated.

Drrr...

The vibration of a flat object that resides in the pocket of the pants, disperse the daydream. Quickly, Dhana reached into her pocket, grabbing the intelligent flat object that undauntedly called for the owner to be lifted immediately. But instead of answering the call, Dhana's forehead cringed in wonder when a foreign number was listed in front of her phone screen.

"Assalamualaikum, hello.. sorry who am I talking to?" said Dhana who was actually hesitant to lift it.

"Can I talk to Mr Dhana? The guardian of Jaya Mandiri Junior High School student named Damar Prasetya Nandala?" said the caller figure across there.

"Yes, I'm alone. Who are you with?" dhana answered, increasingly curious.

"I'm with Junior High School principal Jaya Mandiri, sir. I want to let you know that your son had an accident. Can you come to the hospital right now, sir?" said the gentle figure.

Dhana was stunned, the words from the figure of the caller across there made her body weaken uncontrollably. Dhana was sitting limp, unable to withstand the weight of his body which was added to the burden of the new problem this time. Tears flowed unapologetically, describing his unfavorable thoughts.

"Pak Dhana... hello, are you still there, sir?" said the figure of the woman who contacted Dhana.

"Yes, I'll be there soon!!!"

Dhana moved, taking wide steps towards the main door, rushed towards the car and sped at super high speed, down the streets of the capital. Her lips trembled, holding back the crying that wanted to spill in that instant, but there was no one she could make friends to lean on, making Dhana undo her intentions and choose to focus towards the road.

"Oh Allah, save my son!"

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"Wulan. Damar must be fine inside. I will continue to accompany you until Damar siuman."

Wulan's sobbing was becoming more and more poignant, provoking Rainar's tears as he tried to calm her down from the moment they reached the hospital. While Damar was in the ER, fighting for life and death from a hit-and-run accident.

Kinan dribbled his eyes, staring at Wulan who was still crying a sigh, waiting for news from the doctor, hoping that the twins would be fine. After contacting the parents of the student, Kinan left, approaching Wulan who was sitting in the waiting chair with Rainar.

"Wulan. Your twin sister must be fine. Trust me Mother! Damar's a good boy. God must love him and will definitely help him." said Kinan who tried to calm Wulan.

Wulan nodded, trying to control herself not to cry again in front of the teacher, Rainar and Zivana who were present with the mother. The girl clucked in annoyance, seeing the mother crouched down in front of Wulan while calming her down. But instantly, a thin grin rose at both corners of his lips, staring at the cynical Wulan who occasionally glanced at him.

"Kinan..."

Kinan was aghast, turning his head quickly towards the source of the approaching sound that was crouching in front of his students.

"Mas Gibran..."

Kinan moved, wiping away the tears that had come dripping down without permission when he saw Wulan. Then approached the husband who came after a few minutes ago he had contacted him, telling the hit-and-run event experienced by Damar.

"What about your students? You've taken care of everything, haven't you?" ask Gibran as he grabs Kinan's hand.

"Already, Mas. This happened right in front of the school. So we have to stay responsible." Kinan replied, who seemed to be worried about Damar.

"What happened? Why did your student get into an accident in front of the school gate?" ask Gibran.

Kinan let out a long sigh, taking strength to be able to tell everything to the husband as Rainar had told him during the trip. Gibran was silent, hearing a short but clear story from his wife. Occasionally Gibran turned his head towards Zivana who was also looking at him, putting on a sad face as if to feel the sadness of Wulan.

"Are you sure Zivana's not involved in this?" asked Gibran who looked wary of the princess's attitude.

"But I'm not sure, honey. I felt that my daughter was involved even if not directly" Gibran whispered.

"Actually me too, Mom. But after seeing the CCTV camera footage sent by security, Zivana did not have anything to do with this hit-and-run. Since all the students came home until this happened, he stayed with me in the room." replied Kinan who was still whispering.

Gibran sighed softly as his eyes caught the tears that came out of his daughter's eyes. As a father to Zivana, Gibran knew his famous daughter bangor and tidakilan. Gibran is also very familiar with Zivana's attitude at this time just an image in front of him. Zivana smiled at the father, then approached the two.

"Mother... Zivana's so hungry. We go for yuk's food!" said Zivana while struggling spoiled in the hands of the mother.

Kinan was startled, glanced at Zivana who was already tightly clinging to his arm, then glanced at Gibran who seemed to nod, as if telling his wife to obey Zivana.

"I'm going for a minute, Mom. Please take care of Wulan. She's Damar's twin sister." said Kinan as he reached for the husband's hand.

"Come, Mother! Zivana is hungry!!!" pekik Zivana interrupts Kinan's conversation.

Gibran let out a heavy sigh, nodding then while stroking his wife's shoulder, after seeing Zivana's extremely disrespectful behavior at a time like this. If he can not stand it, his emotions could be enslaved at this time also see Zivana's behavior. Somehow Gibran felt very confident that the princess was involved in planning this hit-and-run with Bima, the acute student bangor. But Gibran would not be rash, choosing to keep a close eye on the princess' attitude from a distance.

Chequek!

The sound of the door handle spread the daydream of Wulan, Rainar and Gibran who were still faithfully waiting for news from the doctor. From the direction in the ER came out a beautiful doctor who took wide steps approaching the three.

"How's Doc's patient doing?" ask Gibran who represents Wulan and Rainar.

"Thank God the patient's condition is very good, sir. Only the wound on his forehead was deep enough and made the patient fall unconscious. But you don't have to worry because he is fine and he is currently sleeping because he is still affected by drugs." replied the beautiful doctor while calming.

"Thank God then thank you, Doc" said Gibran, smiling with relief.

"Together, Sir. Excuse me first." replied the beautiful doctor with a friendly smile.

Gibran nodded no less kindly, letting the doctor go to continue his activities. While Wulan and Rainar were sitting in the waiting chair, they were unceasingly grateful for the news that the beautiful and friendly doctor had told them.

Gibran smiled bitterly, looking at the two children sitting in the waiting chair. But at once his forehead shriveled, paying close attention to the face of the little girl, who had been entrusted by his wife to him but only saw clearly at this time. Gibran stepped up, approaching Wulan and Rainar in the waiting seat of the ER room.

"Are you a patient's family?" asked Gibran who was still focused on Wulan's face.

"Yes, Sir. I'm a patient's best friend and Wulan's sister's patient. Who is this father?" replied Rainar who represented Wulan and asked.

"I am Gibran, the owner of all Jaya Mandiri properties. You guys don't recognize me, do you? Because I have never met the students in school" Gibran said with a smile.

Wulan and Rainar looked at each other, not expecting to meet the owner of the school that during the school there, they never knew what his face was like. And this time, they can meet in person even in times of inappropriate situations.

"So Mr the owner of TK to Jaya Mandiri High School? MasyayAllah.. turned out to be very handsome father, like me." said Rainar who was still flabbergasted to see Gibran.

Gibran's laughter echoed for a moment when he heard Rainar's words tickling his stomach, provoking Wulan to laugh at his friend's talk. For a moment his tears evaporated just like that after hearing the good news about Damar's condition and hoping that the twin mas soon realized from his long sleep.

"Today I heard someone praising me like this. Thank you for your compliment. You are no less handsome. Oh yeah, what's your name, son?" said Gibran who tried to stop his laughter and sit down.

"I'm Rainar, sir. And this is Wulan." replied Rainar who was embracing his best friend's shoulder.

"Wulan... But why has he been silent since?" asked Gibran while glancing at Wulan.

"Wulans... The deaf-talking whistle, sir. So he couldn't talk." Rainar replied as he looked at the bowed Wulan.

Gibran was stunned, not expecting that one of the students in his school there are students who have special needs such as Wulan. During this time, he never knew how the students in his school, be it from Kindergarten to High School. As the owner, Gibran only trusted his confidants to take care of the school as it was held over by his wife.

"Sorry, Wulan. I don't know." said Gibran, who turned to the girl.

Wulan nodded, carving out the smile she always gave everyone. Everyone who just found out that he could not speak normally. While Gibran is still investigating Wulan's face which makes him not familiar.

Who exactly is this Wulan? Why is his face so similar to the figure of a woman I was looking for all this time. Wulan..... Gibran murmured in his heart.

The broad steps of someone broke Gibran's daydream, breaking the conversation that was in the heart when he looked at Wulan's face. The figure of the man passed by, approached and hugged Wulan who was sitting with him and Rainar. Making Gibran move, reviewing a smile to the figure of a man who looks younger than his age and hugging Wulan.

"Sorry, Sir. Are you the guardian of a student named Damar?" ask Gibran.

"Yes, Sir. I'm Dhana, Damar Wulan's father. What about my son's condition, sir? Is my son okay?" dhana answered, looking panicked.

"Pak Dhana need not worry. Damar's condition is fine and currently Damar is still resting because of the influence of drugs given by the Doctor" said Gibran.

Dhana let out a long sigh, letting go of the chest-stifling worries on the way to the hospital, giving thanks for the safety of the son. Dhana turned his head towards Wulan and Rainar, commenting on the countless smiles of relief after hearing the brief explanation from Gibran.

"Mas..how's Dam..."

Kinan's question, who had just returned from the cafeteria after taking the princess to lunch, was cut short quickly when his eyes caught a familiar figure. Not much different from Dhana, the anxiety strokes on his face seemed to disappear, turning into pias when he saw a figure who called his interlocutor with a sweet call like a married couple.

Kinant... Dhana murmured in the heart.

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