The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 80 ~ Other Names

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"Pak Dhana... Finally you came too!"

Heavy legs carried on stepping, hooking his fingers with the hand of the wife, walking hesitantly closer to the kidnapper of the two twins. While the kidnapper still turned his back, standing gallantly with the bodyguard by his side without even turning his face, making Dhana and Mala look at each other, equally astonished by the different mindset.

"Where are my children?"

Dhana raised her voice, held back angrily, the intention of wanting to immediately hit the familiar kidnapper mercilessly, who only dared to children.

"Calm down first, Mr. Dhana. All three of your children are safe in the room. So, let's talk first."

A sharp grin was faintly engraved, adorning a handsome face covered in black glasses. Turning his body slowly, wanting to see the two special guests behind him.

"Alma Larashatika.. finally the woman I've been looking for all this time, showed her face." said the happy kidnapper.

Mala frowned, trying to see the figure who knew him, turned the old memory to confirm the man's words.

"Who are you? Why did you know me and kidnap my son?" mala's pissed off.

"Hahahah..have you forgotten your little friend? Does being the wife of a Cafe entrepreneur make you forget about our past?" said the kidnapper, moving forward until his face was clear, sneering at Mala.

The moonlight that illuminates the night, provides a helper glow, helping the sense of sight work in the pitch-black. Mala was flabbergasted, staring at a foreign face but not at the name that just flashed. While the kidnapper only smiled thinly while opening a black stemmed window that covered his eyes.

"Mas Atha?"

Dhana turned his head quickly, looking at the wife who was still fixated on the figure in front there, grinning cunningly as slick as an ancient one.

"How are you doing Mala? You remember my name even though you don't know my face. Yes, it's natural. Because at the last time we met it was about 30 years ago, wasn't it?" said the kidnapper who was none other than Gibran.

Mala frowned, looking at Gibran's appearance from the tip of her hair to her feet, ignoring the curious looking gaze of the probing husband.

The owner of the school is Mas Atha. Oh, my God, why don't I think of his name. Gibran Athaariq, I deserve to feel something strange when Mas Dhana tells me who the name guy kidnapped my son. But why did Mas Atha kidnap Damar? Why is he looking for me and wanting me? What does he really want? Mala muttered in a confused heart.

Mala fell silent, thinking of something he might remember about Gibran.

"Atha?"

"Yes, Mas. He is Mas Atha. He used to be my neighbor here before me, my father and my mother moved to Borneo."

Dhana is wide-eyed, knowing the new truth revealed, holding his heart back from emotions but his hands are still firmly clenched, the dishonesty of his wife is at stake.

"Why did you just say it now?"

"Because it doesn't matter, ma'am."

"It doesn't matter how?"

"He's just my neighbor's son!"

"Then why is he doing this?"

"I don't know either, Mom!"

Dhana clucked softly, releasing the hand of the wife who grasped her. While Gibran seemed to be chuckling, seeing the two fighting, made him very satisfied.

"Calm down, Mr Dhana!!! Your prejudice goes too far against me and your wife. We were just neighbors while living in Jakarta decades ago." Gibran said.

Dhana snorted in annoyance, staring at the figure of the man she had only known a few days ago.

"I don't have much time, Mr. Gibran! Now let go of my three children! Otherwise, I would..."

"I'm going to report to the police?"

Dhanas stifled, resisting the growing emotions, trying to stay in a well-crafted, calm plan is a powerful key in dealing with people like Gibran who have power.

"No need to involve the police, Dhana! If you want those three snot brats to be free, then you should give your wife that instead!!!" gibran said, forcing.

"What's? Are my ears not wrong? What is it that makes you obsessed with meeting me? We have nothing to do! You're just my neighbor's son first and don't make my husband think nothing of me!" timpal Mala was getting angry.

"Hahahaha.. Are you sure that our relationship is just an old neighbor? Do you not remember anything? Something that night. We are in the same house when we are very young. Is it so easy to forget the memories we made together?" replied Gibran who smirked cunningly.

Mala was amazed, confused by the meaning of the words of the figure who was ahead there as Atha, making the heart of the husband who heard the debate increasingly heated up, burning with a great fire of anger.

"What is your relationship with Gibran?" dhana's toilet, pull the wife's shoulder.

"I have nothing to do with him, Mom. Believe that! I didn't even think that the Gibran you were referring to was Mas Atha, my neighbor!!! Don't believe the man's story, Mas. He's just tricking your mind." replied Mala who tried to convince.

"Then why is he talking like that?" dhana's increasingly agitated.

Mala shook her head anxiously, her forehead still shriveling in fear, glancing at Gibran who was grinning towards her as he moved.

"Are you anxious to learn of my relationship with your wife Dhana?" tymbal Gibran is near Dhana and Mala.

"Don't provoke my anger, sir! I still respect you now! But if you continue like this, don't blame me if I'll act more than you think!" dhana Tukas.

The furious Dhana brushed aside Gibran's rough hands, making the man chuckle instantly, dribbling toward the terrified Mala, catching something in the eyes of the man he knew as his neighbor's son.

"This woman beside you is the son of a murderer!!!"

***

"Mas sure?"

A split minute of thinking of the most appropriate path, made Aifa'al take a dangerous shortcut to escape from this dark room.

"Mas is sure that you can bring Adek out when the fire works" replied Aifa'al with confidence.

Damar turned his head for a moment, looking at the brother who was still unconscious, convincing himself that he and Aifa'al could get out of here.

"The room is sure, Mas!" damar.

"okay... Before we burn this place, Mas will make sure the condition of the iron door first. Who knows if the door can be damaged by this candle flame and we do not need to be reckless. If the iron door cannot be broken, then there is no other way but to burn this room." said Aifa'al who explained.

"The room will help Mas." said Damar.

"OK.." replied Aifa'al who nodded.

Aifa'al and Damar work together, damaging the doorknob only with the help of a dimming candle, hoping big for the crazy plan this time to pay off.

The srek!

The srek!

The srek!

Aifa'al and Damar gasped, looking at each other as the sound of friction suddenly sounded real. They turned their heads together, looking at Wulan who was moving, wriggling after a long time asleep in her stupor.

"Silts..."

Damar got up, ran up to the awakened Wulan, grabbed her shoulders and helped her take a sitting position.

"It's okay, isn't it baby? What's that hurt? Where is the sick?" cercah Damar while examining the body of his sister.

Wulan shook her head, held onto the head that still felt heavy from fainting for too long, and then circulated the view.

"We're still in this place?" wulan said with her sign language, trying to withstand the weight that hit her head.

"Yes, Deck. I'm sorry, because we're still locked up in this place. But Adek do not be afraid because Mas and Mas Al will try to find a way out of this place. Adek just sit here." said Damar, reassuring the younger brother who looks calm.

Wulan nodded obediently, provoking the two corners of Damar's lips to be lifted up in unison, forming an extremely sweet soothing crescent. Rubbing his sister's head for a moment before moving up to the cousin who was standing glued to the door, watching his two sisters who loved each other and strengthened each other, made him smile.

"Yes..."

"Ah yes.. let's continue!"

Aifa'al threw his face away, continued the delayed break-in, covered up the sudden whack of nervousness, gasping as Damar caught himself staring fixedly at Wulan, drifting in the day.

Al is very different. Hopefully after this incident Mas Al will really change and be willing to accept Adek. Mumbled Damar in the heart.

***

"This woman beside you is the son of a murderer!!!"

Dhana and Mala looked perfectly, staring intently at Gibran, who just said badly, accusing Mala like that.

"What do you mean you say that?" dhana's toilet held back the anger.

Instead of answering Dhana's question, Gibran was blown away, taking the bodies away from the two who were shocked.

"You want to hear my story about your wife's family tree Dhana?" gibran asked with an impatient grin, provoking Dhana's stored emotions.

Dhana gave a rude snort, ready to pounce on Gibran at any moment if his anger peaked, clenching his hands firmly, turning towards Mala who seemed confused by all this. Trying to believe in his wife but his heart gets harder and harder.

"Alright, prepare your mind when you hear all my stories. Because I'm not sure if after this you will accept your wife with open arms as before!" exclaim Gibran.

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