The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 64 ~ Accused

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"Since when did Bima have an apartment here? Why would he come here in the middle of the night? Who's the kid from?"

Aifa'al looked around, staring at the astonished back of Bima who continued to walk out unconsciously if she was being noticed by Aifa'al. Aiziel's youngest sister moved quickly, out of the Apartment, following Bima who was very suspicious in her mind. Aifa'al's actions were futile. Bima's movements that provoked suspicion faster than usual, speeding in the silence of the night with his motor at high speed, made Aifa'al anxious.

"Kh!!!Shit man!!! Why do I feel so bad like this? Who did the boy visit in the middle of the night? Suspicious moves!"

Aifa'al clucked, scrambling her hair roughly, making her forget something she was supposed to be working on at the moment.

"God! I have to go to Oma's house!"

Aifa'al jumped, sprinted to the parking lot, rode on his motorbike which was already alive and ready to go at wind speed. The matter of Bima's arrival at midnight to the Apartment, made him forget the order of the uncle who is currently waiting for his arrival.

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"Al can't come, Mom. It's three in the morning! Let's go in first, Mom!!!"

Time machine that continues to spin, stopping at three in the morning, the atmosphere of silence is getting clearer. The cold blanketed night, making the anxiety of the blanket afraid more spread. Signs of Damar and Wulan's return are still not visible, as if they disappeared and were carried away by the increasingly rotating traces of time.

"Al must be coming, Mam. I'm sure!"

On the porch of the house, Sadha rested her hands, enduring the coldness of the increasingly piercing night wind. Walking there, looking at the gate, waiting for the figure he had been waiting for since then but had not yet shown his nose. Making the Imam who accompanied Sadha stand in front of the terrace, anxious. Worried about the health of her sister-in-law at her young age no longer. The night wind is dangerous!

"Calm down, Mom! At least sit down first! Don't keep going like this! Or we go inside! The night breeze is not good for Mas Sadha!" said the Imam who tried to persuade, calm the brother-in-law.

"Mas can't calm down, Mam. How can Mas calm down when the existence of Damar and Wulan until this moment we do not know? Where they are now, we don't know! Who they are, are they okay! Worried, Mam! I'm so worried!" said Sadha, still walking even though his legs are very tired.

The priest sighed heavily, turning his head inward where all the family members were still sitting on the living room sofa, waiting for the miracle that would bring Damar and Wulan home. The heart of the man sholeh was increasingly sliced, when his eyes were fixed on the friend who sat silent with his eyes glaring. Same with his two in-laws. Sitting leaning against each other, giving strength to each other, bracing the heart that his two grandchildren will be fine. While Vanny, sitting embracing Mala who was asleep on her shoulder, tired from crying, made her dissolve just like that in a dream cradle.

Others are old, others are young. Aiziel, Syahal and Syahil are seen busy with cell phones. Trying to find the whereabouts of his two younger siblings in their own way, ask questions and ask his friends for help to provide information if he sees the younger brother wandering around them. No matter the time, the important thing was that his two younger siblings could be found as soon as possible, making the Priest sigh heavily once again.

Baby, please help me and our family. If you know where Damar and Wulan are, then give them a clue and a way out. Oh Allah... You are Most Compassionate, Most Merciful and Most Protecting! Protect my twin nieces wherever they are. If You will, send a kindly angel to protect them until we find them. Please, O God... The Imam murmured in his heart.

The priest sighed heavily, squeezing the chest which felt tight. It is undeniable, if he is the same as Sadha. But what can be done if the clues to the whereabouts of Damar and Wulan have not been fully seen.

Brums!

The sound of the motorbike engine coming, along with the beam of lights from the motorbike made Sadha and Imam look up. It turns out that what was awaited since then had come even though it was very late and passed the predetermined time limit.

Aifa'al who had just come down from the motor turned his head, found the existence of the uncle, making him a little gasp when the Imam's sweet smile emanated beautifully for him. But it was different from Sadha who was looking at him with a cold and sharp gaze.

"Uncle Imam.." said Aifa'al who walked without glancing at the paklik in the slightest.

"Assalamualaikum, Al." replied the friendly Imam.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." said Aifa'al clumsy, very understanding with the direction of his uncle's greeting.

The priest smiled. The story he had heard from his two beloved in-laws now made him understand the attitude of Aifa'al which was very different. Cold, indifferent can even be rude at certain times. The priest led his eyes towards Sadha, who had been silent since, looking sharply at Aifa'al.

"Uncle standing here isn't alone, son!" said the Imam while grabbing Aifa'al's shoulder, glancing at Sadha who turned her face the other way.

Aifa'al turned his head clumsy, a sense of awkwardness clearly visible on his flat face. The slap of the Paklik last week still rings in the ears, creating a noticeable awkwardness.

"Assalamualaikum, Paklik." said Aifa'al.

"Wa'alaikumsalam! Paklik already impatiently wants to listen to all the explanations from your mouth directly, Al!!!" sadha said it was still cold.

Sadha left, entered the house first, left Aifa'al with the Imam. Aifa'al bowed down, clucking in dismay with the cold attitude of the unclean.

"Come, Son!" said Imam while embracing the shoulder of Aifa'al.

"Yes, Uncle." replied Aifa'al clumsily.

With a smile, the Imam embraced the nephew's shoulder. Walking into the house that everyone was staring at him, even Mala who was originally sleeping on Vanny's shoulder now woke up.

Aifa'al let out a heavy sigh, looking at everyone who was looking at him sharply full of questioning to make him uneasy.

"Where are you hiding Damar and Adek?" aiziel said, I don't know since when the man who entered adulthood was growing.

Aifa'al gasped, frowning as he stared at the astonished elder who gripped him firmly, looking at him as sharply as a lion who was about to pounce.

"What do you mean? Al just came but Mas has accused Al of not-no!!! Hide Damar and Wulan? What do you mean Mas? Al doesn't understand!" said Aifa'al who was trying to get away from Aiziel.

"Don't dodge you anymore, Al! I know you didn't like Adek all this time and you hate him so much. But this is not how it works! If Daddy knew about this, I couldn't imagine what would happen to Daddy!!! Answer me, Aifa'al!!! Where did you hide Damar and Adek?" alas Aiziel, emotions.

Aifa'al frowned even more in surprise, not understanding the slightest where Aiziel's sudden conversation gripped her shirt with emotion like this, making Aifa'al turn her head, looking at all the families who were still looking at her in a glance.

"What the hell is Mas!? Al really did not understand Mas Ziel's talk!!! Who's hiding Damar and Wulan? Even Al hasn't seen them in a week! How could Al hide them? What is this, anyway? Why did Paklik force Al to come here? What the hell is it? Why would Mas Ziel accuse Al of this?" tukas Aifa'al who was furious, pushing the body of the firstborn mas burly.

Aifa'al's frustration could not be contained anymore, making him furious, not accepting the accusations of the firstborn who repeatedly hit him who did not know how to deal with the problem this time.

"You better sit down, Al!" said Mr. Aidi who told the grandson to sit down.

The roar of Aifa'al's breath was increasingly stirring, seeing one by one the faces of his family including the uncle who just silently glared while sitting dumbstruck, staring at a picture frame of his two children who he did not know his whereabouts. Aifa'al sat down, obeying the command of the opa, followed by the Imam who chose to sit at the side of his friend.

"You saw this video, Al!" said Sadha who gave Dhana's laptop to Aifa'al.

"What video is Paklik?" ask Aifa'al astonished.

"Look!!! After that, you can ask questions!!!" answer Sadha.

Aifa'al gave a rough snort, pressing the on button that ordered on the laptop to play back the CCTV footage. A moment later, Sadha stopped the video quickly, right at the part where the Aifa'al motor was clearly visible there, making Aifa'al astonished.

"Why did Paklik stop this video? Al hasn't finished seeing it until it's over!!!" tukas Aifa'al who is still trying to be patient.

"See the motor in this video! Do you know that bike?" satha asked still with her sharp gaze.

Aifa'al snorted in annoyance again, the attitude of the uncle really made his blood boil even more, wanting to be angry at this very moment but it was impossible because the night was getting late and quiet. The opa family will bear the shame of his actions, if he follows the emotions of the soul that has been increasingly turbulent to get out. Then Aifa'al dribbled her eyes, staring intensely at the laptop screen to answer the question.

"Why is Al's motorcycle in this video?" asked Aifa'al who was dumbfounded fiercely as her eyes caught something in the video.

Aiziel clucked in annoyance, commenting on the cynical smile when she heard the silly question from her sister's mouth, angering her to forcefully pull the collar of her brother's shirt.

"You can still ask why your bike is in that video Al? What a wonderful game you have, brother! Mas did not expect that you acted this far on Adek, even Damar who had absolutely nothing to do with your hatred! Now you can't dodge anymore, Al! Where are Damar and Adek! If you remain silent, it will be Mas himself who will take you to the police station right now!!!" aiziel's toilet was ignited by emotion.

Indeed, the look of confusion on Aifa'al's face seemed increasingly clear. Still do not understand the intention of Aiziel who still accuses him. Seeing that, Mr. Aidi moved on, not wanting his two handsome grandchildren to fight.

"Ziel! We can talk well with your sister! Don't get this emotional, Ziel! You have no pity on Oma! Let go of your sister, Ziel! Opa please don't use violence on your sister!" timpal Pak Aidi who stood fast, trying to divorce the grandson.

Slowly Aiziel's hand that gripped the collar Aifa'al shirt was attracted limp, releasing the brother who was still silent, not understanding the series of accusations said by the mas. Mr. Aidi took Aiziel to sit down, changed with the Imam who moved closer to Aifa'al.

"Al.. The purpose of Paklik Sadha calling you to come to the house of Opa and Oma is to ask something related to the disappearance of Damar and Wulan, son!" said the Imam who was embracing Aifa'al's shoulder.

"What's? Damar and Wulan are missing?" asked Aifa'al who was surprised upon hearing that.

"Yes, Son. Damar and Wulan are gone!!!" said the convincing Imam, turning to Dhana.

"What does this have to do with Al? And why was Al accused of their disappearance? Al really did not know about this matter, Uncle." replied Aifa'al.

The priest let out a long sigh, looking again at the father-in-law and Sadha. The corner of his eyes also caught Aiziel's reddened face, holding back an increasingly violent rage, making the man move again and...

Plaque!

One hard slap landed from Aiziel, sliding down the sister's cheek, making the little sister stagger almost fall. Fortunately the Imam quickly caught his body, otherwise Aifa'al would have fallen down the strong thrust of Aiziel's slap. Make all eyes wide and then get out of the seat.

"If something happens to Damar and Adek, then Mas himself will make you pay, Aifa'al!!!"

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Happy Reading All 😇😇😇

Aiziel again very esmosi yak 🤣 hope Damar and Wulan are fine 😫