The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 52 ~ Dekapan Oma

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"So Anty Mala whipped Adek inside the hospital toilet?"

Not much different from Pak Aidi and Bu Aini when hearing the story of Dhana. Aiziel, Syahal, Shahil and Rainar were no less surprised when they heard Damar's words in the room.

"Yes, Mas. That's why the scar on Adek's back was formed. Mami darkened her eyes, accusing Adek as the reason Damar was wretched. Though Mami had not heard everything, but Mami's hatred made her so like this, Mas." replied Damar who turned his head, looking at the sister who was still down.

"If only I knew, Mar. If Aunt Mala wants to act hard on Wulan, maybe at that time I will stop the action." said Rainar who did not expect that Wulan would get the cruel treatment from Mala.

"But everything has happened, Nar. My papa alone cannot stop Mami, let alone you." replied Damar who understood Rainar's good intentions.

"Then Anty Mala wasn't as rude as this, Mas. Anty Mala hates Adek, but she never plays rough, does she? But why is Anty Mala blinding now? Is there no hope for him to change?" timpal Syahal, who knew that a long time ago.

"Come, Syahal. Mas also do not believe that our anty can be this close. It seems, it's time for us to shut up." replied Aiziel.

Shahal, Shahil, Damar, Rainar and Wulan looked at each other. Do not understand the intention of the firstborn mas who has since looked lethargic when knowing the cause of long reddish wounds on the back of his beloved sister. It turns out that it was all inseparable from the actions of the anty.

"Silent what did Mas Ziel mean?" ask Syahil.

"It's time we let your anty and not force him to keep changing!"

Aiziel, Syahal, Shahil, Damar, Rainar and Wulan were aghast. They turned their heads in unison, looking at the three figures standing in the doorway of the room.

"Papi, Opa, Oma." Damar said.

Mr. Aidi, Bu Aini and Dhana smiled in a knot, walking forward towards the five youngsters. Sit on the bed, join them all to calm them down.

"Ziel's right! Perhaps, with silence your heart problems will slowly change. Let time answer it because if it continues to be forced, it will not be good for Wulan." said Dhana who assured everyone.

"You don't have to think too far about this, honey. Let Oma, Opa and your papa face all these problems. Don't cry too much when you're sick, son." said Ms. Aini as she hugged the petite body of her beloved granddaughter.

"But Oma, now where's Mami going?" asked Damar who could not lie his heart's worries to the mother.

"You take it easy, son. Mama's not going anywhere. He must have gone to the apartment. It's the only place your mom can go. I'm sorry that Papi never said anything about the apartment. The apartment is your onty apartment that he gave Papi as a wedding gift. Onty you gave it to Opa without Papi knowing. The apartment he gave to Opa in the last moments of his life because he knew that his life would not be long and he could not take Papi to the marriage certificate table like he did to him daddy Ziel and papa Syahal to the marriage contract table." replied Dhana who smiled bitterly considering that.

"Onty Dhina was as good as that to Mami, even before Onty met Mami even once. But Mami... Mami instead said that Onty Dhina was sick in front of Papi." said Damar who sighed violently.

Mr. Aidi and Ms. Aini sighed harshly, no less hurt to hear the words of Damar they had heard from Dhana, that Mala had dared to speak ill of Dhina. While Aiziel, Syahal, Shahil, Rainar looks very surprised to hear the new truth.

"When would Anty Mala dare to speak ill like that about our onty, Damar? Had he no sense of indebtedness, were it not for the blessing of Onty Dhina, Uncle Dhana would not have married him either! If Daddy and Paklik know, Anty Mala can run out! Anty Mala is getting too outrageous!" aiziel's emotional serviceman, not accepting the humiliation for Dhina's late wife.

"Quiet, Ziel! Calm yourself! Easy, Son!" said Mr. Aidi who rubbed Aiziel's back.

"Uncle is also angry, Ziel. But how else. Everything has happened. Your Anty came home drunk and said that. If your onty sees you feeling this way, he won't like it, son. Relax!!!" timpal Dhana who calmed Aiziel's arrogance.

"Ziel, Syahal, Shahil. Dady and papa sent a message to Oma asking you to come home. Let Damar and Wulan calm down, son. You understand what Oma means, don't you?" timpal Bu Aini who saw his three handsome grandchildren.

Aiziel fell silent, trying to calm the emotions that erupted, did not accept that his onty insulted even spelled illness by others, including Mala. Fortunately, Mala is now gone, otherwise I don't know what Ammar's eldest son will do. Aiziel fell silent, while Syahal and Shahil looked at each other. Nodding obediently as if obeying the words of the oma is true.

"Omm... Syahil apologized, for the actions of Syahil the other day in the hospital. Syahil sure must be Opa and Oma hurt when hearing the harsh words of Shahil and Mas Al." said Shahil who scattered, hugging the oma.

Ms. Aini gasped, getting an impromptu hug from her twin granddaughter. Glancing at Mr. Aidi who smiled while nodding his head, as if asking the wife to forgive Shahil.

"Yes, Honey. Oma same Opa never gets angry with you, son. You're Oma's granddaughter, where maybe Oma could be angry with you. Now, we go through everything together. Help your sister to open her mother's heart and help Oma to awaken your mas, Aifa'al. Yes, Honey?" said Bu Aini who still hugged Shahil, rubbed his back.

"Madventure, Oma. Shahil will take Mas Al home. Shahil promised." replied Syahil.

"Oma believe in you, dear." said Ms. Aini, broke into a hug and warmed the forehead of the beloved twin granddaughter.

"Yes it's Oma, Opa, Uncle. Then Ziel and the twins go home first. Don't ask Ziel to shut up again. Ziel will tell Daddy and Mommy! Everybody!!!" Aiziel.

Now it's Rainar. The friend of Damar and Wulan also moved from his seat, approaching Pak Aidi and Bu Aini who had considered himself like a grandson himself, just like the father who had been considered a child by them.

"Opa, Oma, Om Dhana. then Rainar also said to go home. Let Damar and Wulan be more calm" said Rainar who stood before the two middle-aged.

"Opa, I'm sorry, son. We just met today, but the situation is not good. Opa still misses Opa's grandson this one. But if you want it like that, let Opa deliver home yes." replied Mr. Aidi as he gently rubbed the head of the adopted grandson.

"When the holidays Rainar promises, will often play to the house of Opa and Oma. But Rainar's got a bike, Opa. So Opa didn't have to bother dropping off Rainar. Later Papa was even angry because Rainar troubled Opa." said Rainar while the grin of the horse.

The crisp sound of ruddiness just came out from the mouths of Dhana, Damar, Wulan and Bu Aini when they saw the silly look of Rainar. The atmosphere also changed, Rainar successfully provoked laughter all covered with haze.

"Yes already, Opa send greetings to papa and your mama yes son. Be careful with the bike! Don't be so tight! If you fall, wake up!" chirped Mr. Aidi who teased Rainar back.

"Ready Opa!!!" answer Rainar respectfully.

Laughter increasingly resonated, Rainar happy to see the adoptive family of the father is now back cheerful even though he does not know, whether this joy will last long or not.

"Damar, Wulan. Thank you for teaching the lessons at the school that was left behind. Hopefully the three of us can go to class and one class in third grade huh." said Rainar who patted Damar hard on the shoulder.

"Look down, Nar. See you at school tomorrow. Learn the right way, Bro! Don't keep thinking about girls." said Damar.

"Kh!!! If not a brother, I've already kicked this one kid! You suck!!!" chirp Rainar who snorted annoyedly saw Damar.

As if entertainment, the presence of Rainar can always change the mood of Damar and Wulan. Pak Aidi, Bu Aini and Dhana's voice again sounded when watching the conversation dimeh both. After that, Doctor Ronald's youngest son also said goodbye to go home.

"Dad, Dhana and Damar. Let Wulan be here with Mom. Mother will treat the red wound on her back first." said Bu Aini who looked at Pak Aidi, Dhana and Damar, alternately.

The three nodded obediently, like they were hypnotized. Mr. Aidi, Dhana and Damar move out of Wulan's room, leaving Wulan together with Bu Aini.

Silent. Wulan sat down on the edge of her bed, playing with the knuckles that had been clenching. Bu Aini was stunned, staring fixedly at the granddaughter's back that rose and fell unstable. The tiny body, held as strong and tight as possible, tried to be the most comfortable and safe place for the grandson.

"Cry, my grandson! Cry!!! Oma is here for you, baby!!!" said Bu Aini who choked, cried and hugged Wulan.

Crying, Wulan actually cried as much as in the embrace of the oma. Decapan that some days he yearns for when his tiny body gets bad treatment from the mother. A tiny, fragile body, a tiny body that screams in pain, unable to endure the pain of the mother's torment. But the owner of a small body can only rely on himself, silence is the way, although raving even once the mother will not ignore it.

"Mothers... Wulano..."

Momentary silence. Blowing breeze that seeped in through the cracks of the window so felt, piercing the skin, waking up the feathers that had fallen asleep. Wulan's cry came to a halt, there was the sound of someone inside her unfamiliar room. Wulan took off her embrace, looked up and looked at the dumbfounded Bu Aini. Even though he is no longer young, his sense of hearing can still function clearly. Catching that voice, a familiar voice in his ears long ago and can never be forgotten.

"You hear that voice, honey?" asked Bu Aini who cupped the face of the twin grandchildren.

Wulan nodded quickly, starting to circulate the look of looking for the owner of the soft voice. As well as the granddaughter, Bu Aini also circled, looking around the room that used to be the room of the late princess beloved and now occupied by her grandson.

"Dhina..."

Wulan stared wide open, looking at the stunned oma in the other direction, catching the beautiful figure in dress and white hijab glittering like a gemstone. His face was clean, both corners of his lips perfectly raised until it formed a round crescent invisible sweet. Ms. Aini was dumbstruck, while Wulan turned her head in the same direction as the look of the oma.

"Well.aaaa..." (Ontie Dhina)

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