The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 81 ~ Bloodbath

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Gibran POV

Thirty years ago, my parents and I settled in Jakarta, a developed city that provides opportunities for survival. My father was a successful businessman, his name was quite famous, while my mother was a successful designer at that time and had a famous boutique at that time.

While living in Jakarta I was 18 years old, it made it easier for me to move after graduating high school and continue my education to college in this city.

In Jakarta, I have a very good neighbor and his son is also my age. His name is Alma Larashatika, called Mala because the name Alma is too ordinary said his parents. We were good friends at the time. His father turned out to be my papa business partner and I really did not expect that, making me and Mala closer.

At that time Mala was 13 years old, still cute and small. Junior High boy who I have considered like my own sister because I do not have a brother or an only child. The girl often visited my house and so did I myself who often came to visit her house at that time. Mala has also considered me like her brother, because her position is also an only child just like me. Makes me and Mala more familiar and close like a big sister in general.

I told you I have good neighbors, right? It turns out what I thought was wrong all along. Neighbors who had been considered good were not that good. Maybe they are good to their neighbors, but that kindness does not seem to be created in the soul of a mother like her mother Mala.

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After a few months of knowing the girl, it turned out that she was not a lucky child. His mother hates him, always ignoring Mala if she does wrong even a little. The girl looks good from the outside but not inside, until the news circulated that her mother does not want a daughter, but a boy. That is why the hatred in the heart of a mother who is never grateful for the favor of God in this world arises.

After knowing all that, I remained there for Mala. Encourage them to stay strong in the face of their mother. Sometimes I think, why would a mother ignore her child, when the little girl is very beautiful and kind. I was just afraid that one day Mala was traumatized by her mother's actions.

I continued to support poor Mala, embracing her as she slumped in grief and fear. With a father who has a different nature from his mother. Mr. Imran Khan that's a familiar name I call Mr. Khan. He is kind, smiling and wise. Very contrary to his wife who seems to have gone insane again. Me and Mr. Khan have always supported Mala, as have my parents who loved Mala like their own daughter back then.

But all of that changed quickly. When a fact I got, that Mala's mother was close to my papa. They cheated on each other behind their partners. Destroyed was the most appropriate for my mother, me, Mala and also Mr. Khan at that time. Mala's mother was so obsessed with my papa that Mala's mother would poison my mother at that time. I saw everything with my eyes.

Mala and I were in my house. We had promised to have dinner together and at that time I did not know the truth about my father and his mother Mala. As dinner began, Mala and I, who were still playing in the park, noticed Mala's mother's strange movements in the kitchen. The two of us who wanted to know followed him and we saw his mother Mala giving a glass of fruit juice to my mother. Without any suspicion, my mother who really liked the fruit juice immediately drank it greedily.

A split second passed, my mama fell down with a frothy mouth. My father was surprised and had a great debate with his mother Mala who was uproarious at that time.

"Why are you doing this, huh?" my papa was very angry, and I could only watch her from a distance.

"Because he's just a hindrance in our relationship, Mas! I'm the only one who deserves to be your wife, not her!!!" mala's mother answered with confidence.

My tears just flowed, staring at Mala who was also crying looking at the painful scene, making me angry and sorry for a moment. Why am I so close to Mr Khan's family, who usually ruin other people's lives?

"So you're actually having an affair with this business partner of mine?"

Mr. Khan, who was just a listener, started talking. Seemed disappointed and angry after the truth was revealed, confirming all about the gossip of his wife's relationship with my papa.

"If it's true why? He will one day give me a male descendant!!! Not like you!!!" mala's mother's toilet, tragic.

"The boy is a gift!!! You should be grateful to have Mala! You can't just pick who can give you a boy!!! You really are out of your mind!!!" said Mr. Khan who was furious, covered in disappointment.

"I don't care!!! I don't love you anymore! I just love him! I'll do anything, so I can get him!!!" her mother Mala said, glancing at my squatting papa and hugging my mother's stiff body.

"I don't want to be with you anymore! You killed my wife!!! You must be responsible! And our relationship, it's over up here!!!" my raucous papa's chimpanzee, withstanding sobs mixed with guilt for treason.

The furious me stepped in, but my feet came to a halt as the crying Mala suddenly pulled my hand from behind. My anger is growing, seeing Mala is like seeing her mother who has the heart to kill my mother to want to get what she wants.

I pushed Mala, made the girl stagger to fall. I did consider the little girl like my sister, but that was then, not anymore for now!!! And now, I hate her as much as I hate her cruel mother.

I hurried away, wanting to stop the quarrel that had occurred at the dinner table. But again my feet felt mute, when this eye caught the hand of his mother Mala who was in the stomach of my papa with a knife. My papa's blood was inundated everywhere, filling the floor of my house that night. I sat down, staring at my parents' departure because of Mala's mother's insanity.

At first glance I saw Mr. Khan running towards the park where his daughter was. After that Mr. Khan took his wife away from my house, leaving the bodies of my parents stiffened. The next day, the investigation into my parents' murder began. But what makes me strange, there is not a single corroborating evidence. The autopsy process was terminated with my uncle's permission, although I had difficulty testifying that I was a very strong eyewitness and I saw everything when it happened. But my efforts were in vain, my uncle was determined to close the case and make me unable to do anything.

It was a very painful night for me and after that night, I was taken out of town by my uncle. Live and live with him who is still alone. My uncle is my papa's brother. He was my guardian after the tragic incident that night and I have to respect and obey him.

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Ten years passed. After thinking for a long time, I finally decided to go to Singapore, running my papa company that had fakum due to problems in the past. Bad news about my papa's affair with the cruel woman made the company degenerate until it was threatened with bankruptcy at that time. But thanks to the hard work of my uncle who has injected large funds into my papa company, making the company back on track even though it is not as good as it used to be. But I'm sure my papa company will move forward again if I run. At 28 years old, it would be easier for me to run a business.

One month before my departure for Singapore, my uncle fell ill. The illness was too severe and made the doctor complain resignedly, that there was no hope for my uncle to be cured as usual. I was devastated again, after so many years of trying to bury a bitter dark story, creating a grudge within myself that I could not lie much less forget. Now I must be strong again, if at any time Uncle is called by the Creator, go to the afterlife, overtake Papa and my mother there.

"Already, Uncle. Wasn't Uncle the one who forced me to forget all that?" my real answer was curious, but I didn't want to make my uncle tired.

"Uncle you're sorry, Gibran. Actually, the money that Uncle had injected into your papa's company, was the money from your mother's murderous husband that night!!! He met Uncle after your parents' funeral, and he gave you 75% of his property as a sign of apology. Uncle was forced to accept the money and lie to you. That money is not Uncle's money. Uncle doesn't have enough money and injects funds into your papa company that's almost bankrupt. Uncle also can not guarantee your life will be good when living with Uncle. You know for yourself, don't you, how's Uncle's life? Not only that. Uncle also lost all evidence of the murder of your parents as we agreed. Uncle will get his property, if Uncle manages to eliminate all the evidence that incriminates his wife. Uncle is sorry. Uncle's really sorry...."

Shock!!! It must have been very shock. I did not expect that all this time I was living with money Mr. Khan, husband of the woman****** papa and my mother's killer. I was angry, wanting to punch my uncle in the face who was lying. My nature that does not like when it has been lied to I have to endure hard work. I couldn't possibly hit my dying uncle, making me shut up, holding in a fiery rage. The deep grudge deepened after hearing all of my uncle's stories. I remained silent, holding myself back that was about to explode with emotion. So that's the reason my uncle, closing the Papa and Mama murder case that demanded justice there, let the killer roam free just like that.

"Where is Mr Khan's family now?" tanyaku who can not resist the curiosity anymore, want to know more about the life of the family of Mr. Khan.

"The news that Uncle had heard, Mr. Khan took his son and wife away. They moved to Borneo. After that Uncle never knew again their news." replied my stammered uncle, it is difficult to carve a sentence at the end of the age.

My uncle's hand was outstretched, giving me a white envelope containing the address of Mr. Khan's house in Borneo. After telling the truth and telling the other truth about the investigation into my parents' murder that stalled ten years ago, my uncle passed away. I was sad but the disappointment in my heart kept me from shedding the slightest tears at his eternal passing.

My stick is round. Revenge must be avenged, blood must be avenged with blood, life must be avenged with life. After Uncle's departure, I made the decision to go to Kalimantan and meet Mr. Khan, asking for an explanation.

To find the address is not too difficult because I have accurate instructions. Until I finally found the residence of Mr. Khan with his cruel wife, a very small reot house, the life of Mr. Khan who once changed 180° after the incident. When I saw him coming, Mr. Khan cried. A cry filled with regret enveloped him. I didn't pay much heed to it, until he finally told me everything.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gibran. I don't want my wife to go to jail even though she has hurt me and my daughter. Please forgive my wife. After the incident that night, my wife became stressed. Therefore, I can only give 75% of the property I have to uncle Nak Gibran and the rest I use for my wife's treatment. Not to mention my life and school Mala. I wish all that could pay for my wife's mistake, son."

Pay mistakes? Really shortsighted! Will giving more than half of his wealth to Uncle and I be able to give my parents back their lives? It's not that easy! The thought of Mr. Khan who was a great businessman at the time turned out to be as shallow and small as that, making me unable to hold a deeper grudge.

I just fell silent, my eyes rolling, combing every corner of the extremely uninhabitable reot house, until my eyes flashed with someone very familiar. She is Mala, the little girl I once loved like my own sister. The girl looked astonished, looking at me like she had just seen my face for the first time.

The girl just kept quiet, shook Mr. Khan's hand and left. I saw the cruel woman who had killed my parents out of the room, welcoming Mala who had just returned from nowhere. It seems like the cruel woman has changed better, not hating Mala anymore like she used to.

"After that night, my wife was stressed. But after traditional treatment, my wife was able to recover and her attitude changed for the better on her own daughter." said Mr. Khan, full of days but provoked my anger.

Sir Khan can talk like that right in front of my eyes, staring right at the two women I hate so much!!! I hated that cruel woman because she had made me live as an orphan, and I hated Mala because she was the child of that cruel woman. The harmony of Mr. Khan's family made me unable to bear it, I chose to leave without saying goodbye.

"I will repay your cruel wife for your daughter one day, Mr Khan!!! I will never forget the events of that night until at any time, even if I die once!"

After visiting Mr. Khan's house, I finally decided to leave for Singapore without waiting a month. I don't want to delay and will make me longer for revenge. When I left for Singapore, I met Mira. Good girl but crippled by paralysis, she managed to change my gloomy world. He also tried to convince me that revenge would only be self-destructive.

"You'd better forget all that dark time, Mom. Revenge only makes our lives tormented, I've been through it!!! My feet are permanently paralyzed by grudges, and out of spite I lost my only cousin's sister. Out of grudge too, the innocent man has now gone for ever. Revenge will only damage our hearts and ourselves, Mom!"

That's what he said. Those words made me forget for a while, letting life keep going on the rails should. Mira's presence very quickly changed my nature. But none of that lasted long. Mira left me after our son was born, made a long-buried grudge, got back up.

I stayed for three years in Singapore after Zivana was born until I finally decided to return to Jakarta, start a new business, establish a famous school. Eventually, Kinan and I met. He accepted me for who I was, accepted my daughter with an open heart and we got married.

I did not expect that the daughter of the woman****** my family's destroyer was also in this city. While in Singapore, one year before I married Mira, I had heard the news that both Mala's parents were victims of the plane crash. The news made me satisfied, but the grudge must still be settled!!!

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What is wkwkwkwkwkwk? Gibran's story answers who Mala is and who Gibran really is, right? 😂😂😂 Turns out her grandmother Wulan same as her mom yes 😂 equally cruel eihh...

A little leak so that all friends are not confused. So, Gibran's age turned out to be the same as Ammar's. When Gibran went to Singapore and met Mira, they did not get married, they dated 7 years. Seven years it coincides with Dhana who is still slumped because his sister left. And after 7 years, finally Dhana and Mala meet and get married without Dhana find out first how Mala, what her family like to this. The marriage of Gibran and Mira was the same as that of Dhana and Mala.

How's it? Simply share yes 😂 hopefully friends and loyal readers Wulan not confused again ya 😘😘