The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 48 ~ Strange Gelagat

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"Please drink first, sir!"

A cup of warm drink served by a cafe waiter. A special drink that is reserved for special guests. After putting down the cup, the waiter walked away, returned to his job and left the master with the manager of the Trust Cafe.

"Please drink first, sir!!! While waiting for Young Master to come, it's good if you enjoy the dishes available in our Cafe." said Mr. Dewa who has been standing at the side of the table, accompanying his guests.

The figure of the master only nodded, his sharp eyes continuously circling there and there, occasionally a thin grin was engraved on both corners of his lips but was not realized by the Lord who had been trying to be friendly and polite to the boss' colleague. The figure of the master did not even heed the words of the Lord who had already offered a drink. The figure of the master just circulates, paying attention to every corner of the Cafe that he is stopping at this time.

"If I may know, why is a cafe as good as this named Twins Cafe? Is there no other name that attracts more customers than that?" ask the figure of the master without looking towards the Lord.

"Sorry, Sir. For that one question, I can't answer it. Because Young Master himself designed the name and gave it to this Cafe. So it's good, if the Young Master himself will answer it, Sir." said Mr. Dewa.

The figure of the master snorted, either out of annoyance or feeling strange or even amused to hear the words of the manager of the Cafe. While Mr. God only shuddered in horror as the corner of his eye occasionally began to pick up strange signals from the face of his boss' colleague. But as a Dhana believer, Pak Dewa can only give the best according to trust without making even a small mistake.

"Assalamualaikum.sorry sir, if I arrive late. I was trapped..."

Dhana's words are cropped. Fought when his eyes caught a familiar figure, sitting in a special seat VIP Cafe as a guest of honor who had been waiting for his arrival as a colleague.

"Sir Gibran..."

Gibran smiled, got up from his seat and extended his hand. Welcoming the arrival of the owner of the cafe that he had been waiting for his presence. Dhana was dumbstruck on the spot, turning towards Pak Dewa for a moment, trying to find a clear explanation.

"How are you, Mr Dhana? We met again after an unexpected meeting in the hospital yesterday. I didn't expect the owner of Twins Cafe to be you" said a smiling Gibran, holding out a hand that Dhana had not yet welcomed.

"Sir Gibran..so the colleague that Mr Dewa from Singapore meant is you?" tanya Dhana, welcome Gibran's hand.

"Yes, Mr. Dhana. I did not expect that the owner of the Cafe that I would make a place to work with was you. My wife's old friend, Kinan. Sorry, if my arrival was sudden on a weekend like this. You must be enjoying your time off with your family, right?" gibran said while sitting and followed by Dhana.

Dhana still did not expect, his forehead shriveled wonder why the manager did not tell him that the colleague who wanted to do the cooperation was Gibran. Instantly, the conversation about the daughter of the man before her now reverberated. Her curiosity about who Gibran's previous wife was before Kinan again enveloped her heart.

"Ah no problem, Mr. Gibran. My time with my family can be enjoyed at any time. Don't have to wait for the weekend either." replied Dhana who was trying to be relaxed as usual.

"Hahaha, it's lucky that the woman who became your wife, Mr. Dhana. Because you are the type of man who is very humorous and loving. I have a lot to learn from you" said Gibran, who smiled.

Dhana smiled slantingly, not asserting or refuting Gibran's words about it. Because what Gibran said is of course very far from true for now.

"Ah yes, if I may know why you changed our meeting plans, sir? Isn't it from the news I got from my manager, his schedule is tomorrow?" tanya Dhana who was trying to divert the conversation.

"Because I can't wait to know a lot about this Cafe and of course want to work directly with you, honorable Mr. Dhana." replied Gibran with sparkling eyes.

"But first I want to apologize, sir. Looks like you've misinterpreted information about the deal we've made. Not this Cafe I mean, but the other Cafe." replied Dhana.

"What do you mean Mr Dhana?" asked Gibran who frowned not understanding.

"This cafe is indeed my biggest and most widely known cafe, sir. But I have never cooperated with anyone who is related to this Cafe, because this Cafe belongs to my late twin sister." replied Dhana who was calm.

Gibran raised one of his eyebrows when he heard Dhana's short speech. Then herded his eyes towards the Lord who had been silent since then, stood up and accompanied the boss.

"So that's why this cafe is called Twins Cafe?" ask the curious Gibran.

"Yes, Mr. Gibran. You are right!" dhana replied with a smile full of pride.

"But I am very interested in this Cafe, Mr. Dhana. In addition to spacious and modern, Twins Cafe is very much a visitor. That means the revenue generated is also very large, right?" gibran said he was trying to negotiate with Dhana.

"But I'm sorry once again, Mr. Gibran. I don't intend to establish a cooperation that involves linking this Cafe my sister" replied Dhana kekeuh and looked relaxed.

"But why Mr Dhana? Wouldn't it be something that is worth money and would certainly give us benefits" said Gibran who is still tight.

Dhana smiled knot. Since this Cafe stood, precisely after the departure of the sister, there are indeed very many people who want to establish cooperation. Of course to benefit from the successful income achieved by the famous Cafe.

But Dhana remained in his establishment, managing the Cafe that he had given to the younger brother without having to take the slightest income obtained from there and give the proceeds of Cafe income to the poor, without having to take the small amount of income, orphaned in orphanages, he often distributed free food to people who could not afford it. With the aim, of course, to ease the steps of the beloved sister to heaven, let the charity that Dhana collected continue to flow for her there.

"Sorry, Mr. Gibran. For that one answer I can't tell him." Dhana replied with a smile.

The facial sharpness that had seemed to sparkle with excitement, immediately became very pias. Gibran gave a faint snort, his goal to persuade Dhana to cooperate with his company in Singapore was not as easy as he imagined. Meanwhile, Dhana who saw the strange gelagat from Gibran felt astonished. His forehead shriveled, turning to the faithful Lord who was still standing by his side.

Drrr...

Silence broke when a strong vibration from Gibran's phone located on the table sounded. Still looking puffed up, Gibran grabbed his phone and received a call. Not long after, their conversation was over. Dhana was still sitting dumbstruck and watching Gibran's strange gurgles.

Dhana was stunned for a moment, staring at the astonished back of Gibran who walked towards the main door of the Cafe until it disappeared.

What does the word mean? Boomerangs? What boomerang did he mean? Was he threatening me because I refused to cooperate with him. Ck! It is selfish of him to force his own will. Until anytime this Cafe will not cooperate with any company because it is my promise to Adek. Dhana murmured in the heart.

Mr. Dewa frowned, looking at the boss who was still pensive while looking at the door of the Cafe.

"Young Master... Young Master..."

Dhana flinched from the daydream, turning her head towards Pak Dewa who was still standing by her side.

"Sir God... Who exactly is Mr Gibran? Why didn't Lord tell me that the colleague who wanted to cooperate was him?" cercah Dhana who looks very curious.

"Mr Gibran is the owner of the Jaya Mandiri property in this city, Tuan. He is also the owner of a large company in Singapore and he is very interested in this Cafe, Mr. I apologize for the incomplete information, because Mr. Gibran himself asked me to keep his identity from you. He wants to give a surprise because he has met you, Young Master" replied Mr. God who explained in detail.

"I met him, but only yesterday. While I do not know very well who Mr. Gibran is, sir." said Dhana who still looks curious.

"Then how does the Young Master decide?" ask the Lord so that he can carry out his duties better for the boss.

"Whatever information Mr. Gibran gives, please Lord tell me directly. For this problem let me handle it myself, Mr. Dewa just focus on managing this Cafe!" dhana replied who sighed harshly.

"Your Young Master..."

Dhana nodded faintly without looking at the manager of her trust. While Pak Dewa left because his task was felt to be finished to accompany the boss meeting with his colleagues. Dhana is still sitting dumbstruck, his curiosity is increasingly spread to the crown to find out who Gibran really is.

Curiosity will not solve the problem, leading Dhana to move from her seat and intend to go home. Dhana walks, towards the main door of the Cafe. But when his feet stepped out, he felt something stuck in his feet as he stepped on the floor. Astonished, Dhana also herded her eyes, seeing something that had just been stepped on by her unintentionally.

"Whose wallet is this?"

A blackish brown leather wallet, successfully attracted the attention of Dhana who was just about to step foot out of the Cafe, making it have to turn the direction, which is, log back into the Cafe and intend to give the wallet to the information staff. But not until Dhana walked up to the staff information section, suddenly his curiosity erupted again when he noticed the object.

"I'd better check the identity card of the owner of this wallet before I give it to the staff information on duty."

With a heavy heart, a sense of anxiety that continues to envelop, Dhana slowly opened the object called the leather wallet. But apparently, the goddess Fortuna has not sided with Dhana. Suddenly his phone shook, urging him to pick up the phone that was out of nowhere. An irritated Dhana, snorted as she reached into her shirt pocket and grabbed the mobile phone that continued to vibrate.

"Assalamualaikum, Mom. What's up?" dhana said she received a phone call.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.. You're home, right? Same mom just got home. They keep thinking of you and the kids. So they urge to go home." said Ammar who apparently contacted Dhana.

"Dhana's on the road, Mas. Dhana just met with colleagues from abroad. Dhana soon arrived." replied Dhana who was forced to lie.

"A Sunday did you meet, brother? Oh!!! Crazy job you are!" sulcan Ammar who teased his twin sister.

"Working for children is not wrong, Mas. What about Mas Ammar?" dhana replied, then asked again.

"Don't think of me!!! Just think about your problems that are not finished because of your wife's attitude. But Mas is fine, you don't have to worry." replied Ammar who sounded excited.

"Thank God... Dhana was relieved to hear the good news, Mas. Well, then Dhana closes first, Mas. Dhana is driving. Assalamualaikum." said Dhana who ended the conversation.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." replied Ammar.

Dhana sighed a little harshly, staring at the thick, leather wallet-type thing in her hand. Curious, but the warning as well as the call to go home immediately was clearly visible through the signal given by Ammar.

"It seems that you have not been allowed to return to your master, o wallet!!!"

Dhana keeps the wallet, turns around, then walks out of the Cafe to her car in the parking lot. Dhana, who got into his car, did not realize that there was an eye figure that was watching him from one of the cars in the parking lot.

"Let's see, dear Young Master Dhana! I will do anything to get what I want!!!"

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