The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 75 ~ Remembered Plan Gibran

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Chequek!

A room door inside the luxurious elite house opened wide when the owner opened it slowly, revealing the atmosphere of a luxurious and large room, dominated by black, with a large room, as if adding to the firmness that the owner of the entire room was a grown man.

Bima walked away, carrying a sturdy body that looked very tired towards a king-size bed. Tired after a night of not sleeping, a visit to the Gibran Apartment, making plans, really makes him very sleepy this time. The plunge of the gallant pus body, made her eyes look loose, staring at the dim ceiling of the room.

Pranks!

Bima gasped, carrying a body that was already comfortable with its position on the bed to sit back, he said, looking down and found the sophisticated flat object he had splashed out of his pants pocket without him noticing.

"Arrrh! Why did I forget that my phone was out of battery? Ckckck!"

The bangor man shifted, grabbed the phone charger plastered on the nightstand, turned on the phone that had begun to charge, and then, connected with electrical energy as a sign that the intelligent flat object is charging the drained energy.

Drrrrt!

His slightly closed eyes were now wide open, staring at the name of the caller he knew so well and lifting him up.

"Call..."

"Where have you been? Why just get appointed now? Why don't you wait until I moss first you want to pick up my phone? You dick!" caller's squealing across there.

"Oh, Honey! Your voice is so loud!!! I heard to the neighbor's house!" sulk Bima the careless.

"Who told you your phone is off, huh? I've been calling you since yesterday, but what? You are lost as if swallowed by the earth!" the caller who sounded loud.

Bima let out a rough sigh, shuffling her hair and extremely tired face. The strangulation of the lover who was none other than Zivana, really made him sleepy.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Sorry, I didn't realize that my phone's battery ran out. I've been busy since yesterday, baby. There's business outside with my friend, so I'm not too focused on the phone. Sorry, my dear!!!" said Bima, persuading the lover who sulked, even wanted to kill him right now.

"What are you busy doing? Is that more important to your business than I am?" cercah Zivana, pissed.

"You are the most important, my dear! But the business this time is equally important, so I have to finish my business first. Indeed, my beautiful girlfriend in this universe what the hell is it?" bima said again, seducing her upset lover.

"I'm bored at home! Mother forbid me to come out until I want to apologize directly to the two rancid twins! As for my papa, he is already overseas right now without saying goodbye!!! How am I not upset? Plus you've been missing since yesterday. I'm really bored and bete, you know not?!" zivana's loud-sounding spout.

Bima smiled obliquely, knowing what happened actually that the beloved father did not go out of the country, but was taking care of something that was quite life threatening and dangerous.

"So Bu Kinan told you to apologize to Damar and Wulan?" bima said.

"Yes that's it!" answer Zivana, you're careless.

Bima smiled with satisfaction, imagining a very angry Damar face, trapped in a dark and crowded room with Wulan all night, making him very happy and victorious from Damar this time.

"What do you want now?"

"Get me, Bim! I want out!"

"Then what about your mother?"

"Mother won't know!"

"But I just got home!"

"Then we break up!"

Bima breathed a heavy sigh, commenting on an anxious smile at the request of the lover who was still unstable. Even so, Bima loved the girl very much.

"Give me some time to take a break, honey. At eight o'clock tonight, I'll pick you up. Okay?" bima said, negotiating with the lover who is sensitive.

"Promise?" asked Zivana.

"Promise!" bima replied loudly.

"okay! I'm waiting for you at eight!"

Phone connection disconnected. Zivana who was still carried away by emotions, closed it first, making Bima shake her head.

"It turns out Mr. Gibran really didn't tell his daughter about this plan. Even if Zivana comes along, I'm sure this plan will be even more interesting with her daughter's diamond ideas!!! Until this moment, I really still do not believe in the true figure of Mr. Gibran. But it's none of my business! My business only brought down the enemy, who turned out to be Mr. Gibran's enemy too! How fun!"

...~Flashback On~...

POV Bima

Hate, I really hate those two shitty and pretentious twins at that school. Because of them, I was expelled from school. Damar and Wulan, got me kicked out of school right in front of Pak Gibran, the owner of Jaya Mandiri.

After leaving Bu Kinan's room, with my heart still burning hot, I set foot down the field, about to go to the parking lot and immediately left the school. With great emotion and fury, I took the motor out of the school gate, down the road at high speed to Basecamp.

Only Basecamp is the only place that is the most comfortable in a time like this for me, expressing resentment that has arisen because of hatred. It didn't take long, my bike landed at the Basecamp delivery. I go straight down, step fast, get in there. But the presence of the other children made me stop, bringing this body turned and chose to sit on the terrace. This handsome face looked extremely frustrated and crazy, remembering the hurtful words from Bu Kinan, deciding to let me out.

The frustration of being expelled from school left me oblivious to Dimas' arrival, standing still at the door, noticing the anger clearly on my face at the moment.

"Bima.. motoran yuk! It's still noon! So bored sitting in Basecamp!!!" murmur Dimas, pat my shoulder and sit next to me.

A heavy sigh was blown out of my mouth, controlling the still strong emotion of my self shackling, making my chest feel tight, difficult to breathe. Shut up, just shut up my actions without turning the slightest head towards Dimas who was looking at me in wonder. Maybe right now, the man who has been my right hand since this motorcycle gang was formed is thinking, why is my attitude so strange and unusual?

"Bima... lo why the hell? Keep daydreaming! Kuntilanak loh!" chirps Dimas, maybe surprised or maybe he was curious about my attitude.

No less heavy breathing was heard again, no matter how many times it happened, trying to accept Bu Kinan's decision was absolute. With a heavy heart, I told Dimas everything. Right now, I'm officially a former student. It is not the former degree that gets the diploma, but the former because it was issued disrespectfully by the school.

"Easy! There's no point in staying in that school, is there? Even if you get kicked out of school, you're still my captain! Cus is, we're motoring! Let your brain clear again as it was before!" dimas.

Dimas was right, there was no point in also maintaining themselves to stay in school, whereas there was not the slightest intention to learn. Learning only makes my head dizzy, can not be free from the name of the task.

"Yes, come on!!!"

I left, following Dimas who was walking in front of me, riding a motorbike parked in the yard. The other kids followed me and Dimas, so our routine biker gang started.

My bike and Dimas are in front, as captain and Dimas as our representatives must go hand in hand. Leading and coordinating other children, circling deserted roads. But not for a long time, Dimas suddenly asked to stop and I immediately pulled off my bike with other children.

"Why Dim? Just ask for the motor, your motor has asked to stop! Fucked your brains!" sukulku, caught off guard at Dimas' strange behavior suddenly.

"God! See who I found? That's not Shahil, why is the direction of the bike to our Basecamp?" sulkan Dimas, retaliating for the meddling that made me not pay attention to the direction of his eyes.

Dimas' words made me flinch, dribbling toward Dimas's eyes, revealing a familiar figure, inviting anger that has not been resolved since the figure decided to get out of the gang members without my consent. The barbarity of the Shahil that was caught on Dimas's manual camera, successfully made my blood boil instantly.

"Pursue that rancid boy!"

That's what it's good to be a captain. With just one tap of the hammer, a short command will be executed with lightning speed by obedient and obedient subordinates. Under Dimas's leadership, my biker gang's kids speeding after Syahil's motorcycle, the traitor. I was no less fiercely chasing after him, carrying a heart that was already filled with hot blood, impatiently wanting to vent the hot blood on his target.

Me, Dimas and the children of about 10 stopped right in front of Shahil. After successfully sneaking in, we finally managed to stop the traitor. Not forgetting to show always a smirk of pride on my face, making me look more valiant especially in front of my enemies.

I saw the shocked look on Shahil's face as the helmet that covered her head came off, making me even more excited to beat her all out today. Dimas and I got off the bike, while the other members were ordered to stay on the bike.

"How are you doing Shahil?"

With full confidence, feet continued to step forward to approach the Shahil who looked at me, it seemed like he was annoyed but he held it as hard as possible so as not to provoke a commotion that would actually still occur without having to lure, he was hooked, because I'm the one who's gonna start it now.

"Where is Mas Al?"

The traitor finally spoke up, asked Al whereabouts, his eyes seemed to circulate towards the children, looking for the figure of the brother who was still loyal to be in my motorcycle gang.

My laughter broke, followed by the laughter of other children, laughing at Shahil who seemed to be very worried about the condition of his beloved brother. I admit, if the fraternal rope between Shahil and Al is very close even though the relationship between the two is only a cousin. But that made me even more excited to play Shahil.

Debate between us is inevitable, so in the end fights are also inevitable. My resolve was unanimous, wanting to finish off the shahil that was inconsistent with myself, opting out without asking permission, made me lose control. Angry and vengeful, making this hand continue to float beating the face of the Shahil continuously without mercy. Shahil tried to retaliate and evade, but the science of canoragan that was in the child was not as good as the science of canoraganku and Dimas, making him always lose and fall down.

"Stop Bima!!!"

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