The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 58 ~ Arrival of Distant People

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"Mas Dhana.. I'm afraid to meet Dad!"

Along the way home, after finishing with the affairs of the children's school, now Dhana's car has been parked neatly in front of the yard. But his intention to get off was hindered because the wife did not want to get out of the car, afraid that the father-in-law would throw himself out again and still be angry with him. Dhana reviews the smile, grabs Mala's hand and then kisses the smooth hand warmly.

"Even I want to apologize to you, baby! So don't be afraid anymore. They're the ones who urged me to take you back to this house. As long as you don't act rude anymore!" dhana tried to convince.

Mala snorted softly, understanding what her husband was saying, stopping rudely that the tip would be on the princess.

"All right, but don't force me!" mala, pointing at Dhana's face, looked at her sharply.

"Okay dear.." replied Dhana relented.

Mala went down, followed by Dhana after a heavy sigh came out of her mouth. Giving up is one way to always be patient, massaging the chest in silence when facing the same attitude Mala.

Dhana and Mala walked over, approaching the door of his slightly open house. Making Dhana frown in wonder then rushed in to make sure everything was fine.

"Assynoltom... Dad, Mom.." said Dhana who slightly raised her voice.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Dhana's..."

Dhana was stunned, the baritone voice was not the voice of the father or the voice of Ammar or even Sadha. A very familiar voice in his ears, made him turn around. Mala, who was surprised by the sound, turned around. Dhana and Mala were stunned, looking at the figure of the man before him at this moment. The 13-year-old figure has never visited his home because he is busy with work and a career that is increasingly jumping high into the sky.

The figure of the man smiled, beside him was Pak Aidi and Bu Aini who were glazed over when he saw his son was stunned in disbelief. Dhana stepped slowly, approaching the figure that stood firm and handsome before him.

"Why come now?" Dhana.

"Sorry, Dhana. Because work makes me late to come and greet you, greet our family, greet my family in Jakarta. But trust me, if I never forget you and everything, Dhana!"

Dhana snorted in annoyance, turning her face for a moment, not out of anger but because of tears that could not be contained anymore.

Grep's!

Dhana hugged the figure, hugged it tightly, spilling all longings that had been longing for so long. Not much different, the figure embraced Dhana was hugging his best friend with no less tightly, rubbing the back of the friend who looked more solid from the outside but felt fragile on the inside. It is not age that makes it fragile, but because of problems.

"Dad and Mom have told me everything, Dhana!!!" said the figure who whispered, glancing at Mala who was standing glued behind Dhana.

"I'm sorry, if I never told you about my daughter! He's so fragile! She is also very similar to your wife! As a father figure, I don't have the strength to tell you everything. Sorry.." replied Dhana softly, whispering to the figure of the man.

"Trust me, Dhana! Mala will soon change, just like my wife's premonition when she meets me in a dream. I have also told Mom and Dad about this!!! That's why, I came here. I want to help you, Dhana!" said the figure still whispering, hugging Dhana who was crying bitterly.

Dhana gasped, broke into a hug, staring at the shady bead of the figure of the man before her.

"Adek came to you?" ask Dhana.

"Yes, Dhana." replied the man.

Dhana is increasingly distrustful, the sister actually comes to her husband who is far away, lives in the land of people and asks her husband to come to help her current problems. Who is that man really?

"Generic, Mala. You how are you?" said the figure of the man who greeted Mala.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, thank goodness. How about yourself? When did you arrive in Jakarta?" mala replied kindly, pulling a bitter smile at the man upon hearing it.

"Two hours ago. I also saw Dhana's car coming out of Dad's gate. At that moment I just got to the front of the house" replied the smiling man.

Mala just nodded her head, smiling kindly at the figure of the man. Then...

"Mala... I'm sorry, son. Because that day Dad was emotional and kicked you out of here." said Mr. Aidi who looked at his daughter-in-law.

"No, Dad! Dad's not wrong at all, Mala's outrageous! Mala should be apologizing, not Dad. Mala apologise, Dad. Mala also apologized yes, ma'am." Mala replied sincerely, looking at the two.

"Dad has forgiven you, son." said Mr. Aidi who smiled with relief, staring fixedly at the daughter-in-law.

"Mother too, dear." said Ms. Aini, moved.

Mala smiled, making Dhana and the male figure in front of Dhana look at each other.

"We better get to the kitchen, honey. We just let these men hang out first to let go of the longing." said Ms. Aini as she approached Mala and brought her to the kitchen.

Mr. Aidi, Dhana and the figure of the man who still made the reader curious chuckled. Then the three chose to sit on the sofa of the family room.

"Where are your children, Dhana? I'd love to meet them. Surely my twin nieces do not know his uncle's face yet." said the man, circulating his eyes all over the house.

"Damar and Wulan are having an outside event with their friends. You don't worry because I always tell you about their uncle, Imam Permana!" dhana replied, who was laughing, seeing the Imam.

Imam, he is the figure of the man who visited Dhana and his family after so many years he did not set foot into his homeland.

"Ah you could have, Dhana. I became more curious about the face of Wulan which he said was similar to the face of my beloved wife." said Imam who saw Dhana and Pak Aidi alternately.

"Patience, Son. Damar and Wulan will be home soon. When they come home later, they will definitely be surprised to see the arrival of his beloved uncle back here." said Mr. Aidi.

"Priest is getting impatient, Dad." replied the Imam who looked impatient.

Mr. Aidi and Dhana laughed, seeing the manner of a handsome man who looked before him. Nothing has changed from the figure of the handsome Imam and sholeh, although his age is no longer as young as before but fine lines on the face like reluctant to show his form.

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"We're at this address yes, sir!"

Damar reached out, gave a note containing the full address of the cafe to be visited with his sister for a gathering with his school class friends. The taxi driver was still passing his taxi, down the road according to the address given by Damar.

Wulan nodded quickly, her eyes sparkled because only this time she followed such an event with Damar, while Damar himself had even often attended gatherings like this, like this, the little girl was getting impatient.

Anxious Damar pinched his sister's cheek, scrambled her hair but he fixed it again, making Wulan cluck as he looked at her. Damar giggled, embracing the shoulder of the sister until now Wulan leaned right on her shoulder.

"Don't pout dong, Dek. Keep smile!" suhut Damar who stroked Wulan's hair.

Wulan shook her head, turning her face towards the window of the effect of being careless with Damar's attitude. For a moment Wulan sulked, but not when her eyes suddenly caught a figure on the shoulder of a very familiar path. Wulan who was curious, put her face closer to the car glass, narrowed and tried to see the object.

"Aaa. aaaaaa!!!" peekik Wulan's.

"Why Deck?" ask Damar who jumped.

"Aaa. aaa.. aaaaaa...aaaa!!!" answer Wulan.

Damar frowned, not understanding the words of the sister who was ragging without using her sign language as usual, looking panicked while pointing someone from the window of the taxi. The curious Damar also looked towards the sister, and narrowed his eyes slightly to clarify the object.

"Mas Shahil..."

Damar swerved perfectly, looking at the side of the road that showed the twin mas and was fighting, against many people who surrounded Shahil with a motorbike. Damar's eyes were wide open, when he saw who was the opponent of the twins.

"Mom..."

Wulan was also widened, only to realize that the opponent who is currently faced by his twin mas is Bima, making the anxiety streak on his face more visible.

"Sir..we go there!" Damar.

"But danger, Den! It looks like there's been some kind of betting action between the biker gangs!" replied the taxi driver who refused his request.

"That's not a bet, sir. My brother was being gang-raped by the kids of that biker gang. Let's go there now, sir!" Damar.

"Alright, Den.." replied the taxi driver.

The driver was forced to follow the passenger's request, taking the request as an edict to be done well, without refuting in the slightest. The taxi is still running, approaching the crowds that are happening on the shoulder of the road. The taxi finally arrived, making Damar and Wulan rush down from the taxi, approaching Syahil who was in the middle of the Bima motorcycle gang members and injured.

"Stop, Bima!!!" suhut Damar, emotion.

"Wah.. seems like the child yesterday afternoon wants to be a bad luck hero for his brother." said Dimas who faithfully stood by the side of Bima.

"Lo don't have to interfere!!! The problem now is not the problem between you and me, Damar! Our problems will be solved after this!" timpal Bima who grinned sharply.

"Fuck lo!!! If you dare, one on one dong! Don't mess around like this! You have dared to beat up Mas Syahil! I don't accept it!!!" damar's toilet was ignited by emotion.

Instead of answering, Bima and Dimas laughed out of sight at Damar who was ignited by anger. Meanwhile, behind Damar, Wulan helped the battered Shahil, still looks strong but the bruises on his face are very much.

"Already, Damar! You don't fight them. You better go home and take Adek with you! You and Adek shouldn't be here, Damar! Hurry up and take Adek away! Hurry, Damar!" sahut Shahil who limp, held Wulan beside him.

"No one can leave this place before receiving the proper lesson! These two sisters of yours have already interfered in our troubles, Shahil! So they also have to feel this blow from my hand!" timpal Bima who blew his fist.

"Don't you dare touch them! Your business is the same as me, Bima! Not them!!!" tukas Syahil who still holds on to Wulan.

Bima grinned, grunted with annoyance while looking at the already helpless Shahil, supported on Wulan's crying shoulder, her eyes just fell to see Shahil in this condition. Bima also moved, pushing Damar who was standing in front of him, approaching Syahil who was looking at him sharply.

"Lo is weak! You are helpless! So don't fight anymore! Because of you, I got kicked out of school! You're the one who told this mute father everything, right?" bima toilet who stared intently at Shahil, pushing Wulan to fall.

Wulan grimaced, making the emotions of Shahil and Damar even more blazing.

"Sad... Is it okay?" shahil said that helped the sister stand up.

Wulan nodded her head, smiling so that Shahil would not worry about her.

"You mean what's my sister's push, huh? You should be aware, Bim! It's broken but still SMP!!! You should have!!! There's glass in your house, right? Or do I need to buy a mirror so you can read and see yourself really like what? Don't you dare be a girl! Shame on age!!!" damar's grinning toilet, trying to hold back a laugh.

Damar laughed loosely, laughing at Bima in front of him who was just silent not warty, dead lice because of Damar's piercing words. Angry, Bima looks very angry. His face turned red, his hands clenched tightly, his jaw hardened until a faint snapping from the man's mouth was heard.

Sreeet...

Hap!

Damar grinned no less sharply, looked at his enemy, caught the hand of Bima who would hit him with a gera very quickly, making Bima hotter and more emotional.

"Don't play with your hands! But play brain and watch your every move against me, my brother and my sister! You better bring all the members of this biker gang, before the police take you here!!!" said Damar grinned, showing his cellphone that was connected to the police station number.

Bima and Dimas were flabbergasted, seeing Damar's cell phone that was connected to the Police.

"Pull, guys!!!"

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