The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 82 ~ Cunning and Wicked

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Dhana was flabbergasted, not immediately believing in all the stories Gibran made-up as if it happened real.

"How's Dhana? Is everything clear? Do you know your wife like I know her?" ask Gibran, turn around and approach his interlocutor.

"I don't believe all your stories, Mr. Gibran!!! Never accuse my wife's family!!! I'm sure my wife has nothing to do with Mr. Gibran's past!!!" dhana who tried to convince himself, even though his heart was strong still refused.

"Hahahah... Nothing related? You certain? You can see how your wife reacted when she heard my story! He's just quiet, isn't he? Not angry, let alone resist! That means, everything that comes out of my mouth is true, and nothing I made up!!!" gibran, who was no less furious, refrained from acting more.

Dhana silenced, turning to the wife who was silent, did not see the slightest rejection from him. His eyes were blank, glaring, remembering a dark time that should not have been spoken.

"So the one who came to visit my house that time, you?" timpal Mala, after silence a thousand languages a moment.

"Yes... didn't your father tell you it was me? Is it that easy to forget the face of the person who always supported you as a big brother? Even when I came that time, you didn't greet me like an amnesiac!!!" gibran replied, furious that Mala did not recognize him when visiting at that time.

Mala was silenced again, staring blankly towards the front, ignoring Dhana's real gaze demanding her explanation.

"Aarrrggghhhh..."

Mala was suffocating hysterically, holding her suddenly spinning head hard. Old memories that should be buried, why should it be revealed. Dhana got aghast, grabbed both shoulders of the wife.

"Why you, honey?"

"Aaarrrggggghhhhh...no! no!!! All of this is not true!!! My mother is not a murderer!!! Nah! My mother is not a murderer! Mom's good! He's not a murderer! Aaarrrggghhhh!"

Mala hysterical, making Dhana overwhelmed to face it, trying to calm but Mala's energy seems to be getting bigger. While Gibran who saw the scene grinned with satisfaction, impatiently continuing his next mission which might be more severe.

"You see for yourself, don't you, Dhana? What is your wife's response? He's like a crazy man! As it turned out, his hatred for Wulan came down from his mother's hatred!!! Mala and Wulan are both victims of her own mother's hatred!!! And now, I'll give you 2 profitable choices."

Dhana snorted, staring intently at Gibran which further clouded the mood.

"It looks like your three children are planning something in there!!! I told my men to put a candle so they wouldn't get scared in the dark! I can't guarantee what they'll do!"

Dhana flinched, dribbling her eyes at the pitch-black room there, holding Mala still in great hysterics.

"Oh yes, I also accidentally kicked the gasoline jerry cans around the room, until the gasoline was spilled and scattered everywhere. You must understand what I mean, don't you, Dhana?" gibran said that provoked Dhana's emotions.

Dhana's jaw tightened strongly, creating a loud snapping sound, showing itself in high emotion, looking at Gibran with a murderous gaze. To spread his gaze to all sides, hoping that Sadha or the Imam, who was still in the car, would come out, help him free the children from the grip of Gibran's danger.

"You choose now, Dhana! Otherwise, the lives of the three children would be wiped out in one blink of an eye! You must know, right? How does gasoline perform when it encounters fire? Not only a fire, but also a powerful explosion because there is a bomb that will explode quickly if hit by a spark!" gibran threatened Dhana.

Dhana fluttered, staring intently at the threatening Gibran, destroying the mentality that originally stood firm, making him confused what to do for his son and also his wife who was being persecuted.

"Why are you doing this Mr Gibran? Don't you think about how Bu Kinan would feel if he knew all this? Don't you have a little humanity? You also have children, just like me. If Zivana is in the third position of my son there, how does Mr Gibran feel now? Please, Sir!!! Release my three children!!! If you want, you can take me! Not my wife, not my children! They know nothing!!! And my wife, she's innocent of all that her mother has done to your parents! I beg you, Mr Gibran! Think of the feelings of Bu Kinan and also of Zivana, your daughter!" Dhana.

Dhana is compassionate, lowering her originally high ego to claw at the sky, throwing off mounting anger, hoping Gibran will soften, release her three children, forgive her mother-in-law's past mistakes that have gone.

Instead of responding to the plea, Gibran broke down. Firmer than before, making Dhana understand, Gibran will not be that easy to forget the grudge that has been ingrained.

"I told you to choose, not to apply! You must remember, Dhana! Inside that dark room were three lives threatened! If you persist in defending your wife who has clearly lied to you, then the three lives inside will be wiped out instantly!!! Remember, three lives will be worth more than one life!!!" gibran said restraint that had actually been furious since earlier.

Dhana fell silent, staring at the room a patch of pitch black, imagining a huge fire, considering the fire that had hit the sister first. The fire that almost wiped out the life of the younger brother, did not want the same incident repeated on Aifa'al, Damar, Wulan.

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"Wait For Me!"

Aifa'al jumped up, finding Damar who pulled his hand, almost touching the doorknob with a candle. Intentions want to work fast, but for a moment Damar suddenly overwhelmed with anxiety, hesitant to do a crazy plan that threatens life.

"Why else Damar?"

"Doubtful room, Mas!!!"

"So you're sure, now doubt it! Want to get out or not?" serkas Aifa'al is upset.

Damar was silenced, the initial intention was already round, but all became chaotic after Wulan regained consciousness from fainting. Damar suddenly hesitated, afraid of the condition of the younger brother who still looks weak to escape when the fire burns this dark room.

"The room smells of gasoline, Mas!!! Do you not smell gasoline? Maybe Bima or maybe Mr Gibran has doused the walls of this room with gasoline from outside? Or did they accidentally, put a candle in here so we could think of burning this room?" said Damar who hesitated, scared and agitated.

"Ck! You watch soap too often! That's why your brain is dramatic!!! If that's their plan, why don't they just burn this room from the outside and let us burn to death?" sumpul Aifa'al, growled with amusement at the sight of Damar's hesitating expression.

"Ck! Damar doesn't like soap operas, Mas! Just accuse me!" cebik Damar was furious.

"Yes already! Don't hesitate anymore, dong! If you have any doubts, when can we get out! You see, Adek's condition is getting weaker! His face was pale and needed some fresh air!!! You want Adek to faint again?" sulek Aifa'al who tried to persuade Damar by involving Wulan's condition.

Damar was speechless, turning his head towards Wulan who was also looking at him. Wulan commented on the sweet smile, trying to move on, wanting to see the two men who were doing something.

Wulan shook his head quickly, pointing towards Aifa'al who was dumbstruck by the door, making Damar resigned if Wulan had told him. While Aifa'al snorted amusedly, making him tired of waiting for Damar's doubts that did not end. Without waiting for Damar, Aifa'al brought the dying candle flame closer to the doorknob.

Duuaarr...

Aifa'al, Damar and Wulan were thrown, the sound of loud explosions along with the flames that started to spread, leaving the three children stunned unexpectedly.

Aifa'al circulates, looking for the whereabouts of his sisters who might be thrown in the other direction as it seems, moving as the reflection of the shadow of Damar and Wulan began to be seen. Meanwhile, the fire had already spread all over the side, creating a thick smoke.

"You're okay, aren't you?" aifa'al asked, approaching her two sprawling siblings.

"Ohuk... uhuk... Damar and Adek are fine, but the fire is growing, Mas!" damar replied, panicking at the flames.

"It looks like there's something on that doorknob and it made the door explode, but it didn't open either!!! We gotta get out of here!!!" aifa'al said, panicking and not expecting the explosion to happen this fast.

"Ohuk... uhuk... uhuk..."

Wulan also coughed, inhaling the thickened black smoke, the flames were growing, making the two men anxious.

"Strong grandfather yes. I'll try to get us out of this place!" aifa'al said, calming down the coughed Wulan.

Aifa'al got up, approaching the iron door that was so strong, not even an explosion could break the door, making Aifa'al growl, hitting the door to collapse. While Damar wants to help, Aifa'al forbids, telling him to stay with Wulan, protecting Wulan from the fire.

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"Broom, Wulan..."

Dhana was suffocating violently, staring at the blazing flames accompanied by a powerful explosion, making her tears fall in an instant. While Mala is still innocent, briefly silent and briefly hysterical like a possessed person. Gibran's story of the past makes him uncontrollable, but success makes Gibran satisfied with all of this.

"The fire will grow, Dhana! If you don't act, they will become ashes!!!" gibran said, affecting Dhana.

Dhana clenched her hands, taking her hands off the shoulders of Mala, who had been holding her since, bringing herself to Gibran. Without warning, Gibran's collar was already in Dhana's grasp, ready to hit and even kill Gibran at that moment.

"Don't waste time, Dhana! You must save the three children! Otherwise, don't blame me if they won't survive!" gibran persuaded.

"You are so cunning and evil!!! If anything happens to my three children, then I will chase you to the end of the world though! You remember that!" dhana toilet.

Dhana moved, pushing the rough Gibran staggered with a sharp grin, letting Dhana near the flames. Then glanced at Bram and the bodyguard, giving orders with just a blink of an eye. The four Gibran bodyguards walked over, dragging Mala, who was glued to her place, towards the car that had been prepared.

"Damar, Al, Wulan.. Did you hear Papi?"

Dhana called, hoping that his three children would answer his call, ignoring the wife who had been dragged by Gibran, leaving him focused on the fire.

"Dhana..."

Dhana jumped, turning to the direction of the source of the sound that came over.

"Dhana.. You must chase after Gibran!!! They're taking Mala! I saw him coming out of the gate!" sadha exclaimed with a troubled breath, seeing Mala being carried away by Gibran out of nowhere.

Dhana gasped, looked around, looked for the whereabouts of his wife in his position, was forgotten because of worry Aifa'al, Damar and Wulan who were trapped in the fire.

"Dhana.. follow Gibran in Mas Sadha's car! Because the earphones that Mala uses are still connected. That way, you can track it easily!!!" timpal Imam, trying to convince Dhana.

"You don't worry, Dhana. Mas and Imam will save the children!!!" timpal Sadha convinced Dhana.

Dhana nodded, taking wide steps towards Sadha's parked car. Drove the car of the middle mas with super speed, catch up, to get back his beloved wife.

"What should we do, Mom?" said Sadha who was suddenly confused, the blaze made him remember Dhina.

"Mas Sadha calm down. If we panic and panic, we will lose the children." replied the real Imam was afraid but as much as possible he was calm, focused and calm.

Sadha and the Imam looked around, looking for something that could be used as a tool to put out the fire. But baby, there's nothing around there. Even if it exists, it will not be able to fight the fire that has already grown.

"Father, Uncle..."

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