The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 69 ~ Severe Pain

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A steady step rang out, making the assistant standing in front of the sealed secret room gate turn around, bowing his head in respect.

"Where's Bima?" ask the strong man.

"The boy has not yet come, sir" said the assistant, still bowing his head.

"Basic slow! In a crucial moment like this he should be able to move quickly. If this keeps up, we can get caught!" sumpul the strong-bodied man.

The assistant can only bow his head, find a safe way without having to answer the words of the master.

"Sorry sir, I'm late!"

The sturdy man turned his head, looking at the figure that was his right hand at the moment other than the assistant, looking intently at the young man in front of him very sharply.

"Tonight I must take the two children away from this city! You two should keep them tight and don't let your guard down! I've contacted some of my bodyguards! They'll be here soon! You guys keep watching and give me any information!" said the strong-bodied man firmly.

"Well Sir!!!"

"Okay Sir!!!"

The sturdy man moved, taking quick steps towards the parked car not far from the secret room. Located behind the school grounds, quite far from the street made the man freely come whenever he wanted. Without the help of the driver, the man drove his car away from the hidden secret room.

"Sir Gibran?"

The sharp eyes that had been brought in vigil, following the figure that made him suspicious, opened wide perfectly, along with the mouth that was also wide open when he saw something behind the dividing wall.

"That wasn't Mr Gibran? What is Bima's business with Pak Gibran, the owner of Jaya Mandiri? And what room is that? Why is it so closed and hidden?"

Curiosity is increasingly raging within, carrying footsteps that tremble because of fear of being discovered actually, taken continue to go slowly, down a rat path that seems not realized by anyone other than himself. Aifa'al, who is an alumnus of Jaya Mandiri Junior High School students, made him memorized properly by the ins and outs of the school including who the owner is, but not with this one foreign place.

Aifa'al was shocked, hiding again, shocked by the arrival of a car speeding from the direction of the gate. While the speeding car stopped, right in front of Bima and a man who was allegedly an assistant of a well-built man. The sturdy man who is suspected is Gibran, the owner of Jaya Mandiri assets.

"Damn!!! Mr. Gibran brought in guards! There must be something very precious in that room! I have to see it!!!"

Aifa'al snorted in annoyance, the hand that had originally been resting on the body was now brought to stand back, as shock brought him down, down, hiding behind a thicket of bushes that profit is so thick that it is able to cover the body of his six pack from the enemy. Continuing the delayed step, looking for another way into the mysterious room, ascertaining what was inside.

"Ck! Why is it so dark here? What are they hiding in there? Bima and Mr Gibran! Famous students bangor and naughty along with the owner of the school! Very suspicious!!!"

Aifa'al fumbled, looking for a crack to be able to peer into the dark room from the other side without having to fear being caught by all the guards out there. Remove any objects that obstruct the scene carefully, calmly and quickly. Until showing a gap that makes a sharp grin rising from the corner of the lips. Aifa'al peered, looking into the pitch-black room. But fortunately his eyes were still sharp, functioning well like an owl watching in the dark of the night, catching two humans inside there bound with iron chains.

"Room... Wulano..."

The sharp eyes that could still work within the darkness were completely wide-eyed, capturing the two figures that were being sought by him and the family, making his body slump to the point of making a sound.

"What's that sound?" suhut Bima who was watching in front, circulating the view, looking for the source of the sound he heard.

"Check all the corners!" sahut the head of the bodyguard is stout with tattoos.

Four bodyguards looked sinister and sangar was circulating, looking for a suspicious source of sound. Gibran's assistant was no less alert, looking at every corner, making sure that no one knew of their plans or whereabouts in this place.

"How about Mr Bram? Anything on?" ask Bima who is looking from another direction.

"There's nothing, Bima. Just a cat." replied Bram who came with four bodyguards behind him.

"Alright, it means our situation is still safe! Don't let your guard down! Take care of every corner!" bima said that confirms.

"Each Boss!!!" answer the bodyguards.

The four spooky bodyguards split up, standing at different points, keeping the secret tight at the request of the master who had paid dearly for this, for his scheming and evil plan.

"Hufff. Otherwise, my fate would also end up the same as Damar and Wulan. I have to stay here! Looking for a loophole to save my twin sisters from Pak Gibran and Bima!!!"

Aifa'al let out a long sigh, managed to escape nimbly, hiding again upon noticing the arrival at the Gibran mercenary guard. Aifa'al hid not far from the pitch-black secret room, regulating the gasping breath.

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"How did Mit go?"

The beautiful figure of straight-haired shoulder to shoulder turned his head, as soon as his eyes were busy reading the piece of paper that had been in his hands since. The figure of the beautiful woman justifies her sitting while sighing heavily, looking at the man who was sitting in front of her.

"It's stage three, Mam!" said that figure.

The priest sighed heavily, smiling bitterly after hearing the words of the beautiful figure fully dressed as the specialist.

"Why new now? Why not wait until the end of the stage?" look at that beautiful figure who looks angry.

"The symptoms I felt were so common that they made me negligent. All I've felt in the last few months is a stomachache and**** my eating is reduced. I thought that it was not a serious thing, Mitha." said the Imam who could still smile.

"But evidence? You have stage three liver cancer, Imam! Aren't you worried?" sulk Mitha, a beautiful figure in front of him who looked angry.

The priest smiled bitterly, accepting whatever the diagnosis was said by his old friend. Mitha Rahmawati, a beautiful and white figure, an old friend of the Imam. Not just an old friend, but a beautiful woman who secretly harbored a taste in the man in front of her until now. But the feeling was not welcome, making Mitha heartbroken when she found out that the man she loved, loved another woman, and the other woman was the sister of her college friend, Dhana.

Came to the country of birth two days ago, not directly bring him to visit his two in-laws, but bring him to meet his friend. Feeling the strange symptoms that have made his weight tend to drop, choose the country of birth as a place to check the overall health condition. Not distrustful of the examination in the country of people who are considered very sophisticated, but because of his heart's intention to visit the family of his beloved wife, make him think more effectively.

"What's the worry about Mit? I am so grateful for this terrible disease. That means, soon I will meet and unite with my beloved wife there. I've been waiting for this day, Mit." replied the Imam who was staring in another direction.

It hurts!!! It must be very painful to hear the person we have loved for a long time, exposed to a deadly disease like this, making crystal circles accumulate in Mitha's bead. Love that claps one hand that always expects a reply, but the reply seemed to be broken into pieces instantly.

"Do your family know?" ask Mitha.

"No!!! And never will!" the priest looked at his friend.

"Then what should I do for you, Mom? As your friend, I can't possibly let you get sick like this. At least, you should start chemotherapy!" said Mitha who choked, felt tight when trying to persuade the Imam.

"No need, Mitha! I just want some painkillers for a while. Make sure that the medicine keeps me strong and strong, until I can finish all my family's affairs" said the priest, who kept a smile.

"Why Mam? Why are you such a pessimist? Twenty years ago we communicated only through Whatsapp and two days ago you visited me here and asked me to check your health condition!!! Then what now? Bad news I got directly as a doctor from my own friend. Why Mam? The priest I knew before wasn't like this." said Mitha who was stuck, her tears fell.

The priest smiled bitterly, understanding Mitha's intentions were very worried about her health condition now.

"The old priest has gone along with his love, Mit. His long-gone love, leaving himself alone in this world, left him always wracked with deep yearning. As for this, the Imam in front of you right now is only a weak and sick man. The priest who is ready at any time to be picked up by my beloved wife." said the Imam who kept smiling, making Mitha more sick.

Mitha sighed heavily, wiping away the tears that were dripping down nonstop. The Imam's words deeply cut his fragile heart.

Is there not a speck of love in your heart for me, Mam? Even at the time of my present status who already has a husband, but in this heart there is only your name. But it looks like Dhana's late sister will never be replaced. Mitha muttered in a grimacing heart.

The priest smiled bitterly, that was all he could do. As a husband who is loyal to the late wife, the Imam still upholds the principle of life not to touch with other women.

"So how's Mit? Is the medicine ready for me? I have to go home to my in-laws immediately because something is important" said the Imam, who tried to divert the conversation.

"This is your prescription! You can redeem everything in the pharmacy!" mitha replied coldly.

"Thank you, Mitha!!! And I'm sorry, for the feeling that I'll never be able to repay. Thank you once again, Mit." said the priest who smiled before leaving.

Mitha flinched, letting the man who still occupied her heart to this day go, out of his study as a cancer specialist at the hospital. While the Imam, walking wide still with a knotty smile, accompanied his steps towards the hospital pharmacy. Not long after waiting in line to redeem the medicine, the Priest left. Rushing towards the car of the brother-in-law who had driven him to the hospital, heaved a heavy sigh before driving forward his car.

"How can I fulfill your advice to take Wulan with me to Cairo, dear? Even I'm not sure if my life will last long or not after I find out about my illness."

The priest sighed, leaning his head that he rubbed violently, thinking about the whereabouts of Damar and Wulan that had not been developed from Aifa'al, brushed aside the more severe personal problems for the happiness of his wife's extended family.

"You don't worry, honey. I promise to finish everything, before I go after you to his heaven."

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