The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 73 ~ Hairpin

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"Bring the mute!!!"

Aifa'al and Damar turned their heads towards the sister who was getting more and more frightened.

"Stop! Don't touch Wulan! Otherwise I won't let go of lo, Bima!" exclaims Aifa'al who is trying to protect Wulan.

"Shut up, Al! My business is not the same now! But just like that beautiful mute!" exclaim Bima who grinned cunningly.

"Just a step forward, I will be desperate to kill you, Bima! This is my last warning!" aifa'al positioned herself in front of her twin sisters.

"Hahahah, kill the cockroaches and tremble, Al! You're weak!" bima said casually.

Aifa'al snorted, occasionally looking back, making sure Damar also protected the younger brother, not allowing anyone to touch him.

"okay!!! Anyway for what the hell I brought your mute sister. I don't have time to babysit it. Let's get out!!! Let them enjoy the reunion until nightfall." said Bima with a grin, moving away with the bodyguards.

The rushing roar was brought to a leisurely pace first, releasing a sigh of relief as Bima was only bluffing, making the three sisters sigh in relief instantly.

"Don't be afraid anymore. There's Damar and Mas here. We'll protect Adek. Yea?" said Aifa'al, stroking the face of the sister who was crying in fear with her head.

It's warm! It was really warm to the heart of anyone who saw the scene. Whether Aifa'al was conscious or not, only he knew. Inviting the blackness of Damar on his angry face.

"Thank you, Mum!" damar lirih.

Aifa'al was stunned, stopping his action that was very much different from usual, understanding the intent of Damar's speech that looked at him with a pushy look. Making her head nod, changing her sitting position as before.

"Now we think about how to get out of this place." - timpal Aifa'al who sighed heavily.

"But how is it?" ask Damar.

Aifa'al's eyes circled around, looking for something that might make her head spin, making the idea to be free.

"It looks like I have one idea! But Mas's idea is a little crazy and dangerous!" aifa'al replied with a winning grin.

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"Do you understand our plan, honey?"

In Dhana and Mala's room, sit together with Pak Aidi, Bu Aini, Sadha, Vanny and Imam. Discuss the rescue plan they will do tonight, according to Gibran's instructions, not according to fear but according to the good of his son.

Sit down, without inviting Aiziel, Syahal and Shahil who may be sleeping on the ground floor. Describes the plan that has been made on the newly awakened Mala from the long sleep effect of Vanny's forced sleep medication.

"But, why do I have to wear these earphones? Wh-wh-what for? Who is the one who took my son?"

Some more! Again Mala only worried Damar, ignoring Wulan who was also held captive by the kidnapper, making the eyes of everyone who was at his side throw one another look. It is not surprising, but it is very sad if at times like this even Mala's heart never tapped on the princess.

"Honey. Through these earphones Imam and Mas Sadha will monitor us from afar. Only you can wear it because your ears are covered with hair. If I wear it, then our plan can fail and the lives of the children will be threatened." said Dhana who assured the wife.

"But who took Damar and Al, Mas? Why would he want us to see him?" ask Mala who looks confused.

"Not just Al and Damar, Mala! But your daughter too! Wulan is also in custody! Don't forget about that!" seloroh Vanny who stuck up, upset at Mala.

Mala was silent, holding back the irritation that came suddenly due to Vanny's words. While Vanny clucked bitterly, choosing to sit on the sofa away from Dhana's bed.

"Pacify your wife, son!" exclaimed Mr. Aidi, whispering to the son who was by his side, slightly turning towards the son-in-law.

Sadha nodded, patting the father on the shoulder before calming down the misty wife, making Dhana sigh violently, throwing off the annoyance the sister-in-law felt.

"The one who holds our children is Mr. Gibran, dear! The owner of Junior High School Jaya Mandiri, a place where children gain knowledge." replied Dhana.

"What Mas? Why did the school owner take Damar? What is my son's fault?" mala was suffocating hysterically.

"Honey... calm yourself!!! This is what I want to ask you actually!!! Do you know Mr Gibran? Why does he seem to know you so well? Why does he want you so much?" dhana said that calms the wife.

Mala was silent, looking at the husband who was hugging her from the side, calming herself who was suddenly hysterical considering the son was held captive by an evil stranger.

"What do you mean?" ask Mala.

Dhana let out a heavy sigh, looking at her faithful father, mother and sister-in-law standing beside her. They appear to nod, giving Dhana the freedom to tell her about the true story she has not known.

Mala frowned in wonder, heard the husband's story well, trying to understand what he meant that was very confusing.

"Gibrans! I don't know him, Mom!!! Even I've never met him. How could the man named Gibran know me." Mala replied with a strong sigh.

"But why would a man named Gibran want you, Mala?" timpal Bu Aini was very curious.

"Mala doesn't know, Mom. Mala really didn't know him at all. Mala had indeed heard his name, because he was the owner of the school. That's it, Mom!!!" mala answered that convinced the mother.

"Are you sure Mala?" said Imam, looking.

"I'm pretty sure, Mom. I don't know who Gibran is!!!" mala answered back convincingly.

"But how could Mr Gibran know you, honey?" tanya Dhana is curious.

"I don't know either, Mom. I knew him just because he was the owner of the school, nothing more!!!" reply Mala.

"Let's remember first, son. Who knows, you've known that guy named Gibran, but you forgot." said Ms. Aini.

"Mala is 100% sure that Mala never had an acquaintance named Gibran, Ma'am." Mala replied convincingly again.

Ms. Aini sighed harshly, looking at the husband who was trying to calm her agitated heart. Fishing after Dhana and Imam who blew simultaneously, convincing doubt that Mala really did not know Gibran.

"Well, it's okay if you don't know him. But we still have to save the kids. You understand our plan, don't you, honey?" dhana who gave up.

"I understand, Mas." replied Mala.

Dhana commented a little smile, arranging an increasingly agitated heart, remembering the fate of his three children who were held captive for no reason.

"Then we have to get ready!"

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"Mas sure that in this way we can be free? But this way is dangerous, Mas!"

Damar frowned, watching the actions of the cousin who was cutting the rope by using the candle flame given by Bima, trying to escape to continue the crazy plan according to him.

"There's no other choice, Damar. We should try it. Hopefully in this dangerous way we can escape the evil of Bima and Gibran. We don't know what they want and why Gibran wants to keep you like this. In addition to being free, we must also be vigilant if Gibran and Bima have other evil intentions that are more dangerous than this!" Aifa'al.

Damar let out a heavy sigh, trying to turn his face towards the younger brother who he was sure was very frightened at the moment. But what is the power of the body that is bound by large chains, binding his body with the body of Wulan who collided with each other's backs, making it difficult to see the face of the sister. While Aifa'al still seemed to be trying, burning the rope in order to escape.

The fruit of the effort was not in vain, Aifa'al's efforts were successful. His hand slipped from the rope tied to death, as if it was not allowed to detach again. Making her smile in relief, turning her head towards her astonished twin sister.

"Mas... Mas Al succeeded." cried Damar.

"Now it's your turn!!! How do I open this big padlocked chain?" said Aifa'al who moved up, approaching his two twin brothers.

"Sir, Mas!!! Usually Adek there is a hairpin and with the hairpin, Mas can open this padlock." replied Damar.

Aifa'al shifted, crouching in front of the younger brother who looked increasingly lethargic, smiling sweetly even though his strength was exhausted.

"Is there a hairpin?" ask Aifa'al.

Wulan blinked, her heavy eyes constantly being forced to wake up, allowing her heavy head to nod slowly.

"Let's see Adek's hair! Who knows if there are hair clips, Mas." said Damar.

Aifa'al slightly moved, straightening the body that had been crouching, circling the eyes, looking for Wulan's hairpin that Damar meant.

"Is there a Mas?" ask the impatient Damar.

"There!!!" pekik Aifa'al, found the clasp he had been looking for since.

Damar heaved a sigh of relief, herding his eyes to the position of the padlock not far from his hand. While Aifa'al did not want to lose quickly, moved quickly and tried to open the padlock with the help of a clasp.

"How Mas?" ask Damar.

"You have patience, dong!!! I'm trying to open it!" sumpul Aifa.

Damar resigned, continued to pray Aifa'al agas could open the padlock with a clasp. Aifa'al was trying to open the lock.

"Aaaaaa..aaa...aaaa...aaaa!!!" said Wulan who sounded faint and limp.

Damar looked up for a moment, his eyes turned towards the helplessly drooping younger brother, leaning weakly on his back, without any sound and movement.

"Mas... Grandpa!" Damar.

Aifa'al moved, approaching Wulan who was bound behind Damar's body. Reaching a beautiful face that was pale and unconscious.

"So faint, Damar!"

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Translate Wulan: "Dizzy Head Adek, Mas!!!" 🤭🤭🤭