The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 62 ~ Do'a Mr. Beak Baya

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"Papa... Pa... Where's papa?"

In the residence of an elite mansion, Zivana, who had been locked up in her room like a bear hibernating when winter came, now seemed to walk down the stairs, occasionally he also shouted for the presence of the father in the house. But the person sought did not show his nose.

"Zivana... Why are you shouting like that? Don't you see it's late at night!"

Zivana snorted annoyedly, seeing the mother who caught her screaming as the night atmosphere felt increasingly concentrated. Zivana turned around, walked over to the mother.

"Where is Mother?" ask Zivana.

"Papa went abroad this afternoon" replied Kinan who was still cold without seeing the princess.

"Why doesn't Papa say goodbye to Zivana? Just play away! It sucks!" sumpul Zivana who was upset as he threw his body sat beside Kinan.

"Papa was in a hurry so he didn't have time to say goodbye." Kimpal Kinan who was still reluctant to turn his head towards the princess.

Zivana let out a rough sigh, aware of the mother's cold demeanor, making her feel claustrophobic.

"Mother is still angry with Zivana?" said Zivana who turned towards Kinan.

"Mother is not angry! Mother disappointed!" answer the cold Kinan, over the north pole.

"Don't be angry again, Bun. Zivana can't let Mommy be like this." said Zivana, whining as she reached for the mother's hand.

Kinan let out a long sigh, trying to control his feelings so as not to be easily tempted by the sweet seduction of Zivana, being firm as a mother who was punishing her child.

"Mother..do not get angry again!!! Mother said, what can make Mother stop angry at Zivana? Say Mother!" zivana said again.

"There's one thing! But Mommy isn't sure if you want to do this!" answer Kinan.

"What is Mother? Just tell me, what can Zivana do to keep Mother from getting angry again?" asked Zivana who was getting more intense, did not want the mother to continue to silence herself.

"You should apologize directly to Damar and Wulan!!!" answer Kinan, firmly.

Zivana was flabbergasted, it was impossible for her to make a request that her mind thought was so ridiculous and impossible.

"Zivana didn't hear Bun wrong? Apologize to them? No, Mother! For that one, Zivana can't do it!" replied Zivana who shook her head quickly.

"If you can't, you can! Doesn't matter! All options are in your hands, Zivana!!! And do not blame Mother, if Mother will continue to silence you like this." Kinan explained without seeing Zivana and then moved.

Kinan sauntered away, entered his room again because the night was still long, sleeping and resting comfortably was the most appropriate choice for him. While Zivana who was left asleep by the mother can only snort annoyed, making her lips pursed, pouting.

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"Yes, Mama. It's Damar's phone!"

The priest smiled with relief, at least one by one he began to get clues to find his best friend's son and his two nephews.

"Sorry sir, can I ask you again?" ask the quieter Imam when speaking.

"Byeah, Mas. Please just want to ask what." replied the middle-aged father kindly.

"Did you bring a passenger whose face is like two people in this photo?" ask the Imam who saw the photo of Damar and Wulan on the Father.

The middle-aged father was silent, seemed to be thinking and remembering the face in the photo. Making Sadha, Dhana and Imam look at each other, tense waiting for the friendly middle-aged father's answer.

"Yes, Mas. The two boys got into my taxi at about three. They ride in front of the big house that's at the address..."

"Country number 10?" cut Sadha.

"Rubber! I got a call from a young man and the young man also had time to take the two children in this photo to the front gate of the house. The young man also told me to stay careful and take his two younger siblings home safely" said the middle-aged father.

"The young man must be Shahal." - timpal Sadha.

"What else do you know?" timpal Imam who would like to know more about the story.

"At the middle of the road, the young man in the photo asked me to stop for a while at the Minimarket Self-service, Mas. So I drove them there. When the young man came down and went to the Minimarket with the girl who was with him, suddenly the son of a young boy came up to me. The young man was wearing a black jacket and helmet. The young man told me to leave because he would take the two children in this photo home. The young man also said that he was the older brother of the two children in this photo." replied the middle-aged father who told him.

Sadha, Dhana and Imam looked at each other, hearing the long explanation of the Father really made them stunned in fear.

"Sister? Who does this man mean?" tanya Dhana turned her head towards Sadha.

Sadha fell silent, thinking hard who the person meant by this Father. For a moment Sadha seemed to seriously think, making Dhana and Imam even more tense. But a moment later, Sadha's eyes opened wide, when a person's name just flashed through his mind at this time.

"What did Mas Sadha think?" ask Imam.

"What is impossible? Don't make Dhana scared like this?" timpal Dhana's.

"Aifa'f!!! There's no way he's doing this, is he?" sadda answered, seeing both.

Dhana and Imam looked at each other, making Dhana's mind look like the middle of the mas, but as strong and as possible Dhana dismissed the suspicion that whack. However, Aifa'al was his son, his eldest brother's son, who could not have committed such a crime.

"Istigfar, Mom! Al couldn't have done anything bad to his sister. Although Al hates Wulan, but the Imam believes that Al will not dare to harm his younger brothers." said Imam while calming Sadha.

"I'm sorry, Mom, if I interrupt a little of your conversation. If you want to see and find out, it seems like CCTV footage on the dashboard of my taxi car can help. Incidentally the direction of the CCTV camera was facing backwards for us the drivers avoid unexpected events while on the way." timpal middle-aged father.

"Is that really so, sir?" ask Dhana.

"Yes, Mas. Waita minute! Let me first take the memory from the CCTV camera." replied the middle-aged father who smiled kindly.

Quickly, the friendly middle-aged father got into his cab, opened the CCTV camera to retrieve a memory that had recorded a taxi trip today. While Sadha, Dhana and the Imam waited, they saw once in a while what the Father was doing, not ceasing to give thanks for the way and guidance given by the Creator.

"This is the camera's memory. Hopefully with this memory, you can find the young people who are handsome and sweet as soon as possible." said the middle-aged father as he reached out, giving the memory to Dhana.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you very much. Please help do'a so that my two children can be found as soon as possible and may the goodness of the Father be reciprocated by Allah SWT." said Dhana who sparkled, looks calm this time.

"Aamiiiin, may wherever Mas's children are, they are always protected by God" replied the middle-aged father who helped.

Sadha and Dhana smiled with relief, grateful that the bright spot of the existence of Damar Wulan would soon be seen in plain sight, making the middle-aged father feel what the three of them felt at this time.

"This is a little bit of sustenance for you! Please accept yes." said Imam while giving a brown envelope with money.

"No need, Mom. I sincerely help. So there is no need to give this much money." replied the middle-aged father who rejected it.

"Watch this as your children's fortune!!! Thank you again. Then excuse me, sir. Assalamualaikum." timpal Imam who gave again the brown envelope containing the money and then leave.

Sadha, Dhana and Imam rushed away from the taxi parking lot, leaving the figure of a middle-aged man staring at the brown envelope in his hand, making him not believe he would get this much sustenance.

"Oh Allah, may the two sons of Mas be found soon. Those kids are young. Don't let Mas feel the loss of his son like me."

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"Why until now Paklik, Uncle Dhana and Uncle Imam have not come home too yes Opa?"

The night wind was blowing, carrying a cold piercing the bones of human beings who were still outside the house, drowsiness was whack but the heart was still covered with worry, fear, and anxiety. To think of two human souls who have not yet revealed the bright spot of their existence makes all who love them unsettled all the time.

On the front porch of the house, it was seen that Mr. Aidi, Aiziel, Syahal and Syahil were sitting dumbstruck, waiting for three adult men who had left since, it had been two hours but the trunk of his third nose had not been seen. Meanwhile, in the house Vanny still always accompanied Bu Aini and Mala who were still crying, anxiety was increasingly apparent on the faces of the three women.

"You're patient, Ziel. They will be home soon. It takes patience to face this problem, son!" replied Mr. Aidi who tried to calm Aiziel.

Aiziel sighed harshly, trying to calm down and not worry about the current situation, but what was the force of a gentle heart, a heart that loved all of its sisters without any difference, she said, making him the role of the eldest grandson becomes important to protect and care for all his siblings even though the blood bond between them is only a cousin.

"Shahal should not listen to Damar's request and let Damar go home alone with Adek." Syahal said.

Mr. Aidi and Aiziel turned their heads quickly, looking down at Syahal who was downcast sadly, feeling guilty for his decision to let his twin brothers go home. While Syahil who sat in front of Syahal, immediately looked up, staring at the twin mas sad, the same feeling also enveloped his heart.

"This is not the fault of Mas Syahal! It's all because of the shahil. If only Shahil had not lied to Mama and Mas Syahal to meet Mas Al, maybe this incident would not have happened to us. Damar and Adek must have reached home."

Shahil's suffocating cry broke, making Aiziel, who was standing by the pole, approach her sister, embrace her shoulders, soothe and strengthen her so that she would not blame herself. Mr. Aidi also approached him, sitting with the grandson.

"You know, son! Opa so remembered the past for seeing you blaming each other like this. There is a sense of pride in Opa's heart when he sees you seizing a mistake that is not really your fault! Ammar, Sadha and Dhana used to be like this when the truth of your onty disease was revealed. They also fight each other wrong, blame themselves for lying to each other, cover up something very important because of your onty requests. Opa message, you do not need to blame yourself because all the events and problems that occur are already recorded in Lauhul Mahfudz. Everything was destined to happen, and it wasn't anyone's fault in this world, son."

Like hypnosis. The words of Mr. Aidi successfully made Syahil's guilt cry stop, making the head that had been bowed sadly now lifted, staring at the face of the opa who was wet with tears. The hearts of the three handsome men who grew up were pinched, realizing that the nature in them was a derivative of the nature of the father.

Silent. Instantly the atmosphere on the porch of the house turned silent, making the joking chirping of crickets clearly heard, carrying the four men sitting dumbest until they did not realize the arrival of the car they had been waiting for.

"Father, Ziel, Shahal, Shahil..."

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