The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 76 ~ Foreign Men in Basecamp

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"Stop Bima!!!"

The boy's familiar-sounding baritone voice made me stop beating the Shahil. I rolled my eyes towards the source of the voice, catching the figure of the man, the figure from the moment he entered the school and took everything that was in my hand to make me hate, even hate.

He is Damar, who runs with his deaf and mute sister. Approaching the Shahil who was already helplessly drooping in the middle of the road because of my brutal actions and Dimas.

The arrival of Damar and the mute made my blood boil even more. They have foiled my plan to finish off the shahil today, so that the debate between me and Damar can no longer be inevitable. Involving the mute who made me want to hurt him in front of Shahil and Damar. And sure enough, I pushed the mute rough until he fell.

Hahahah, what makes me happy is when I see the expression of Shahil and Damar who look angry. Their faces were so red, it seemed like the anger of the two boys would flare up and be lured into a fight. That way, not only Shahil I will finish but also Damar who has seized my position in school as a candidate for the new osis chairman.

"You mean what's my sister's push, huh? You should be aware, Bim! It's broken but still Junior High! You should have!!! There's glass in your house, right? Or I need to buy a mirror, so you can read and see yourself really like what? Don't you dare be a girl! Shame, same age!!!"

Damar.the words that come out of his mouth are absolutely no morals. To embarrass me in front of the children, to make my anger instantly burn again, to let the clenched hand that had been raised spontaneously, to beat him more than to beat his brother.

However, this time my hand lost quickly to the hand of Damar. The rancid child caught my hand that almost touched his face and what surprised me was his grin. There was not the slightest trace of fear in the eyes of that one-time boy this time, making me feel uneasy as the child slowly picked up his phone and revealed the police contact connected to his phone.

"Don't play with your hands! But play brain and watch your every move against me, my brother and my sister! You better bring all the members of this biker gang, before the police take you here!!!"

Dealing with the Police was one of the things I avoided until this very moment, the process that would have convoluted me and the other children to be uprooted, leaving Shahil, Damar and the mute there.

No matter what the battered condition of the Shahil is, I am more worried about myself at the moment. Me and the rest of the biker gang finally left, returning to Basecamp was my choice, while Dimas and the other boys could only follow where the captain went.

Eventually I, Dimas and the kids reached Basecamp. Some of my biker boys chose to go home but there are still others who choose to stay relaxed inside Basecamp, including me and Dimas.

Dimas and I chose to sit outside, holding their breaths still panting due to Damar's annoying threat.

"Bim... Who is it?"

The words of Dimas successfully made my daydreams scatter, making my head raised to make sure that it was not the Police.

My forehead shriveled, catching the figure of the man in front of Basecamp's courtyard smiling at me. Her clothes were neat, like an assistant, just like my parents' personal assistants. But it seemed like the man was very foreign and I had never seen his face.

The man walked over, approaching me who was still sitting in front of the porch with Dimas while watching the man's movements.

"Can I meet a little boy named Bimantara?"

The man was still smiling despite being very thin and barely visible, looking at me and Dimas alternately, making me and Dimas look at each other in wonder at the figure of the man in front of me at the moment.

"Come with me for a minute. You will know who I am. Come on!!! My employer is waiting for you somewhere!" said the man, still with his friendly smile.

Dimas and I looked at each other in surprise again, making me doubt at first. But because Dimas assured that there would be something important, I finally decided to follow the man.

I followed the man's car from behind on a motorcycle. At first the man offered me to go with him in the car, but my doubts came back all of a sudden until I decided to take the bike. Although I'm a bad boy, but I still have to be wary of evil outside. Doesn't rule out the possibility that a bad boy like me can also be colonized by others, right???

I had time to think and wonder, where this car drove, taking me to continue to follow the direction that was going somewhere, making the level of self-awareness stronger, alert to unexpected events.

For a fraction of a minute I felt astonished, but no longer when the man's car in front of my motorbike was currently down the familiar road for me. I looked around, watching the path I was walking. Until my guess is correct, this is a shortcut to the school, a path that is not known by many school residents except me who is included often through this path.

After traveling for about 15 minutes, the car finally stopped right in front of a room. The dark space outside and inside made me look even more alert and cautious with this man I just met.

"Don't be afraid. I will not eat you. I brought you here at the request of my employer. And he's waiting for you in there. So come in, before my employer gets angry and eats you brutally" said the man, who stood straight in front of the room after getting out of his car, looking straight ahead like a bodyguard who is on standby guard the employer.

Truly, my feathers that were safe now stand firmly like an army of soldiers in line training, making me quite afraid that what the man in front of me said right now was true. And without further ado, I went straight into the dark room. The room was located behind the school, and the narrow shortcut was the one I used often when I was late for school. It was through this path that I could infiltrate without having to fear being discovered.

"Welcome, Bimantara! Glad to see you and fulfill my call!"

The sound made me aghast, the dark room that only used candlelight made it difficult to see the figure. The owner of the baritone voice was standing but facing the opposite direction until I could not see it clearly.

"Come in!"

The figure spoke again, telling me to enter the dark room. By the time I was inside, the figure turned around, revealing a very familiar face to make me gape.

"Sir Gibran..."

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