The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 79 ~ Bad Thoughts

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Eight o'clock exactly. In accordance with the plan that has been made together, Dhana and Mala rushed to the location, the place of the captivity of their two children. It turned out that the kidnapper sent the address to Dhana, a familiar address, making it easier to plan. While Sadha and Imam, using Sadha's car, followed the younger brother from behind, monitored and continued to see situations that were believed to be unsafe during the journey.

Not long after Dhana and Sadha's car stopped, right in front of the famous school gate from a long time ago, but it seems to have to be smeared after today's incident. Dhana turned his head, watching every side of the dark gate, no one, only the iron door that stood firmly, slightly opened as if giving way to special guests to enter immediately.

"It's dark, Mom. Are you sure Damar's in there?" mala asked, participating in the view, trying to look at the gate with the help of moonlight.

"I'm sure, honey. Damar, Al and Wulan were held there by Mr. Gibran. We have to save them." Dhana said.

Mala turned her head again, staring at the pitch-black gate of the school. If tonight the moon goes into hiding, then there is nothing they can see but the darkness is very dense, making Dhana always on standby.

"Dhana, Mala... Can you hear my voice clearly there?"

Dhana and Mala jumped in shock, baritone sounds suddenly heard from the earphones stuck in each ear.

"Yes, Mama. I can hear your voice." replied Dhana while looking back, looking at Sadha's car which was not too far away.

"Now you go inside to see Gibran and you don't have to wear earphones, Dhana. Let Mala wear it and let your wife's hair stay unraveled to keep her ears closed!" said the Imam who gave the alert instructions.

Dhana and Mala looked at each other, hesitating to remove the earphone as a hint device in his ear, trusting the wife to accept everything that Imam or Sadha said on the mission to save her children tonight. Making Dhana dumbstruck, trying to look at something behind the eyes of the wife that makes her still not understand.

"Darling.. are you sure you don't know Mr. Gibran? But somehow my heart said something else and my hunch was not good, dear." said Dhana, grabbing and holding the wife's hands.

"So you don't believe me, Mom?" ask Mala who came to the conclusion.

"It's not like that, honey. But..."

Dhana clamped down, neutralizing the feeling that somehow, made bad thoughts continue to linger his head.

"But why?" mala asked, demanding more explanation from the husband who did not trust himself wholeheartedly.

"Alright, Honey. Its alright. I'm just scared and worried about our three kids. We better get down now huh." replied Dhana clumsily, choosing to get off the car after removing the earphones in her ear.

Mala clucked in annoyance, got out of the car with mixed feelings, following Dhana who chose to walk first. While Sadha and Imam were still in the car, hearing all the Dhana conversations, looked at each other in wonder.

"Is it possible that Mala and Gibran had a special relationship in Mam's past?" asked Sadha who slowed down the volume of the voice, afraid Mala heard it.

"If the Imam saw the way Gibran wanted to meet Mala in this way, it would seem that Mas Sadha's conjecture was not correct. The Imam thought something else about Mala, Mas." replied the slow imam.

"You mean?" ask Sadha astonished.

"There may be something we don't know about Mala, Mas. And it had something to do with Gibran in the past." replied the Imam who was still looking ahead.

"But it could not be, the same incident with the past of Mas Ammar and Mira happened again? Gibran wants revenge on Mala because Mala does not accept his love. Then abducting children as a means to vent his revenge." - Sadha, but still able to control his voice.

The Imam sighed heavily, his wife said during a visit to see him in a dream at the time, making him curious about who Mala really was, considering Dhana who married Mala impromptu without finding out first where Mala came from and what his extended family was like. Choosing to believe all the stories of Mala which at that time was a kara, without relatives who loved him.

The priest was silent, looking far ahead, ignoring Sadha who had since seen herself with a gaze demanding an answer.

There is something stored behind the identity of Kak Mala, Kak. I also don't know what it is, but it's related to Wulan and someone who will meet her later. Someone who seems to have bad intentions on Sister Mala and that is related to her past. Sister Imam. Help me, Mas Dhana, Brother. I'm sure, Mas Dhana must be having a hard time dealing with that guy. Help my twins, brother. I'm begging...

The story of the late wife in the dream world just fell out of her mouth, reminding Mala's attitude that is not good to her child. Forcing your head to think, does all this have to do with Mala's past?

The priest chortled, shook his head, brushed off the prejudices that covered his heart, kept his eyes open, saw with his own eyes, whether Dhina's premonition was true about Mala's true identity.

"Mala's not that kind of woman, Mas. Honestly, since the first time the Imam saw Mala on his wedding day with Dhana at that time, Mala actually has a good character and the same as Dhina. She's not a bad woman. It's just......."

The originally flat and flat forehead immediately shriveled, staring at the astonished sister-in-law who looked straight ahead, impatient with the continuation of the sentence of the sister who hung, making her curious.

"What is it, Mom?"

"Mom doesn't know for sure either, Mommy."

A confused look never stopped Sadha broke up, still curious about the intentions of the sister-in-law who is not clear, hang the real intent, choose to silence.

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"The room is sorry, Mas."

Silence is not the right way for now, bring yourself who originally sat hugging the body of the sister, hoping that her cold body back warm, warm, hoping that the younger brother would be aware of the fainting that lasted a long time, but the action did not bear fruit. Wulan was still unconscious, making her twin afraid to decide to move immediately, helping the cousin who was still struggling with the iron door in front there.

Aifa'al was stunned, stopping the hand activity that had not stopped rattling the iron door lock to break, dribbling his eyes towards the younger brother standing beside him, looking down guiltily.

"What's the apology for?"

"Because Damar is prejudiced and accuses Mas Al of being a no-no."

"No need to apologize!"

"Sorry, Mom..."

A hard heart is pinched, feeling pain when hearing the words of the younger brother, apologizing for the mistakes that have been properly made, worrying the brother who never realized from fainting. Aifa'al did not lubricate, wasting a rough breath that stifled his chest all of a sudden, refocusing on the iron door in front of him.

While Damar remained standing, watching the movements of Aifa'al's working hand, grasping something that smeared the burly hand.

"Hand is bleeding!"

Damar suffocated, grabbing Aifa'al's hand which could not stand still, brushed off his rough hand.

"It's okay! Don't you worry!" aifa'al replied coldly, struggling again with the iron doorknob that did not change even though his hand was trying to damage.

"But Mas Al's hands are bleeding! Mas too forced himself to damage the iron door handle without tools. Mas Al could die of a lack of blood like this!!!" damar's serkas, who grabbed Aifa'al's hand, pulled him to move and was treated.

Aifa'al flinch, letting Damar's hand be pulled at will, taking him to sit on Wulan's side who was still unconscious.

The srek!

The srek!

The srek!

Damar also tore the shirt on his body, bandaging the wound on Aifa'al's hand that was not too big but rushing out fresh blood. To make Aifa'al stunned, seeing Damar's patience in treating wounds, just like Wulan who treated Shahil.

Silent. Both Aifa'al and Damar were silent, the blood that had been covered had dried up, turning the atmosphere into an awkward one instantly. Lips choose silence, but not with a raging heart, thrashing to want to be immediately free from this cursed dark place. Dribbling his eyes for a moment to the face of the pale, bloodless sister by his side. Then dribbling his eyes towards his other sister, Damar who chose to bow at Wulan's side, looked reluctant to open his voice.

Aifa'al let out a heavy sigh, turning his head towards the candle that was still left a little there. The light that the candle gave off began to dim, making him have to take the right and careful decision right now.

"Room.. We have to get out of here!!! I will make the initial plan! We're gonna burn this place down so we can be free!"

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