The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 57 ~ Beleaguered

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"I have to meet Mas Al in the Apartment!"

The noise of the vehicle during the day sounds so loud, deafening people who do not like the crowded atmosphere. Not much different from the others, Shahil did. Drove the twin motors at the speed of the wind, exceeding the normal speed in order to meet with Aifa'al.

From home, Syahil intends to straighten out the problem with Aifa'al, want to persuade the cousin mas not to join again with the motorcycle gang led by Bima.

"Hopefully Mas Al will listen to me this time!"

At the parking delivery Apartment, Syahil finally arrived. Park the motor neatly in accordance with the predetermined position. After that Syahil walked, into the elevator Apartment, to the room of the cousin mas.

Ting Nong's...

Ting Nong's...

Ting Nong's...

Shahil sighed harshly, there was not the slightest welcome from the cousin as he pressed the bell button repeatedly.

"Where is Mas Al? Not usually Mas Al out of the Apartment today. Could it be Mas Al again in Basecamp? Should I take him to Basecamp?"

Shahil raved, walked here and there, looking for a solution to his current problem. Trying to shake off the doubts that struck his heart, should he go to Basecamp where Bima and Dimas were there along with the others?

"Ah, I really need to go there! I need to talk to Mas Al! I don't want Bima and Dimas to use Mas Al! At this time Bima must have known that Mas Al hates Wulan, so Bima will use Mas Al. Yeah, I gotta get there!"

Syahil got up, ran into the elevator of the apartment, down from the floor where his cousin's room was. With wide strides, after the elevator door opened, the Shahil also rushed out, running fast this time, not wanting to waste much more time.

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"Zivan... Zivana's..."

Kinan shouted, calling the princess who must be at home because he was reluctant to come to school. What else is Zivana coming for? After all, the value of the results is already in the hands of the mother at this time.

Kinan walked quickly, leaving behind Gibran who was walking behind the wife in a slash, allowing the wife to punish her only daughter.

"Zivana.... get off you! Mommy wants to talk!!!" yang Kinan who was standing on the threshold of the stairs.

"Your voice is crisp too, dear." chirped Gibran who chose to sit on the sofa, staring at the activities of the wife near the stairs.

"Ck! I'm being serious, Mom! Don't you tease me!" sukul Kinan who glanced at the husband.

Gibran chuckled crisply, shaking his head when he saw his wife's behavior.

"What's the Mother?"

Kinan turned his head upwards, looking at Zivana who came out in a tangled state and had not yet bathed, scratched her head which might not itch, walking down the stairs with her laziness, occasionally appearing to yawn, yawning, looks like the kid just woke up.

"Come here! Mother wants to ask you something!" kinan Exclamation with emphasis.

Zivana yawned, walked casually towards the living room and sat down at the side of the papa who was watching her. Kinan snorted softly, swinging his legs towards the living room sofa.

"What does the mother want to say? Zivana's still sleepy, Mother!" sahut the lethargic Zivana.

"Mother has already taken out Bima!" Kinan.

Zivana was flabbergasted, the intense sleepiness suddenly disappeared, perishing without a trace, rounding her narrowed eyes in drowsiness, staring in disbelief at her mother.

"Why Mother?" asked Zivana.

"Bima has gone too far! You and Bima are so outrageous! What have you been doing to Wulan all this time? You and Bima bully him, don't you? You are with Bima who has incited all your friends to hate Wulan! And yesterday, the accident that happened to Damar, you and Bima did not make plans? You know everything, son!" cinan who was stuck, tightness in his chest was so agonizing but he had to remain calm.

Zivana snorted in annoyance, glancing at the papa who was only silent beside the mother at a time like this, there was no sound from the papa, let alone the defense, making her even more upset.

"Who has made such false testimony to Mother? Indeed, the person who has said the false testimony has evidence that Zivana bullied Wulan at school?" zivana's furious, angry and emotional.

"The one who testified was Wulan's father! Damar told their family everything, Zivana!!! Don't you have the slightest sympathy for Wulan? She's not perfect and she needs friends, not bullying!" replied Kinan in a low upset tone.

"If it is, then what do you want? Mommy wants to punish Zivana like Bima? Mommy should ask that question to her mother Wulan first, before Mommy asks Zivana! His mother hates Wulan, and Zivana is a nobody! Mother is so funny! Don't be so naive, Bun!" chirp Zivana casually without the slightest guilt.

Kinan and Gibran looked at each other, frowning in wonder at the words of the princess just now.

"What do you mean Zivana?" ask Gibran.

"Ck! Wulan's mother hated her son. Zivana often sees her mother coming to pick her up. But it turns out that only Damar was picked up while Wulan was abandoned by his mother. Doesn't their mother's attitude hate her name? There's a mother who leaves her own daughter at school if it's not for hate!" zivana replied casually and calmly.

"You are so outrageous, Zivana! If you already know that you should embrace Wulan, make good friends with her! Not even getting it!" rest Kinan who did not believe in the attitude of the princess.

"Zivanna!!! Mother hasn't finished talking, son!" sahut Kinan who ended up in vain again.

Kinan let out a rough sigh, leaning his body against the sofa, massaging his temple gently, relieving the pain in the head that came whack when listening directly from the princess' mouth if she really bullied Wulan and involved in the plan of Damar accident one week ago. Luckily Dhana is still being kind, not bringing the matter to legal terms.

"You better take a break, honey. Our son admitted it, didn't he? At least, what Mr. Dhana said at that time had proven that Bima and Zivana were indeed involved. There's no reason for Zivana anymore, when you punish her later." Gibran said.

Kinan sighed harshly again, reaching for his doldrums, nodding for a moment before he finally obeyed the words of the husband. Gibran sighed, but a moment later a thin grin rose again at both corners of his lips.

How much information I got about your family, Mala. It turns out that Wulan, the poor mute girl also got hatred from her own mother. Your cruel nature really reminds me of someone who is not much cruel than you, Mala. It seems that I would not be wrong, if I used a little bit of Bima's energy for my plan. Gibran murmured in his heart.

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"Bima.. motoran yuk! It's still noon! So bored sitting in Basecamp!!"

At the delivery of Basecamp, Bima sat alone, aloof with no one sitting by her side. Anger mixed with anger as if reluctant to go from his heart, increasingly struggling strongly, making him look very frustrated today.

"Bima... lo why the hell? Keep daydreaming? Kuntilanak loh!" chirps Dimas from the direction in Basecamp, walking towards Bima.

"Gue got kicked out of school, Dim! All this because of the mute and her brother! Damar told his father and his father to complain to Bu Kinan in front of Mr. Gibran!" bima said.

"Easy! There's no point in staying in that school, is there? Even if you get kicked out of school, you're still my captain! Cus is, we're motoring! Let your brain clear again as it was before!" replied Dimas while moving and helping Bima to stand.

"Yes, come on!!!" bima Sahut.

Bima and Dimas walked, rode their motorcycles and were followed by all the members of his motorcycle gang who were seen a lot today. As planned, Bima who incidentally as captain oleng forward his bike in front first and then followed Dimas and others from behind. Even dirt they do, circling the streets that are quiet.

"Bim, Bim, Bim... Milky! Stop it first!"

Bima also pulled over his motorcycle, as well as all the members of his motorcycle gang who seemed to be more than 10 people, opened his helmet and turned towards Dimas who was fixated on something on the road.

"Why Dim? Just ask for the motor, your motor has asked to stop! Fucked your brains!" sukul Bima who was careless to see Dimas.

"God! See who I found? That's not Shahil, why is the direction of the motorway leading to our Basecamp?" said Dimas who turned the head of Bima towards Shahil.

Bima shook, remembering something that he had not done to Shahil, came out of the gang without his consent, making the blood of Bimantara boil instantly when his sharp eyes saw the Shahil.

"Pursue that rancid boy!" bima Sahut.

Quickly and incessantly, Bima returned to his motorbike, turned on his motor and then drove at lightning speed like a broad daylight lightning, followed by Dimas who seemed to grin, can't wait to hit and reply Shahil who hit him at that time. Not only Dimas, its members were not less vigorous, obeying the command of the captain was like obeying a King who had a jeweled throne.

Cietttt!

The shahil was shocked when he heard the sound of the brake squeaking of several motors stopping right in front of his road, covering each side of the road, making it difficult to avoid some motorcycles that were very familiar to him.

"How are you doing Shahil?" suhut Bima, still sitting relaxed on his motorbike with a sneaky grin.

Syahil turned off his motor engine, opened the helmet that protected his head from any problems including this time around. Anxiety mixed with emotions, with as strong as possible he can bear so as not to provoke the emotions of others who are actually already burning without having to lure.

"Where is Mas Al?" sahut Syahil, circulates to some motorcycle gang members, looking for Aifa'al.

"Hahahah... why are you looking for your brother? He doesn't want to see you anymore!" dimas replied chiming in with a sly grin.

"It's none of your business! Al is my brother! Want it or not he met me it's none of your business! If Mas Al doesn't exist, you better all step aside! Don't block my journey!" tukas Syahil with courage, without fear let alone fear.

"Ckckckl! This one rancid brat seems to have dared to fight against us, Bim!!! We better teach him a lesson, boy one! He's gone out of the gang without even telling you! Can't be left, Bimantara!" sahut Dimas who was upset, but provoked Bima to start.

Bima grinned, down from the motor while staring at Shahil with a murderous gaze, the boiling blood was made hotter, radiating up to the crown, his sharp eyes reddened with hands that were clenching strongly, and his eyes were soaring, ready to beat up Shahil.

Syahil sighed with a breath, understanding with the direction of the conversation Dimas who was provoking the captain of his motorcycle gang, then got off the bike calmly, and then got off the bike, put the helmet on the motorcycle seat and leave the motor in a state of on even though the engine is off.

"Gue won't let go of lo, Shahil!"

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