The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 83 ~ No Bomb!!!

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"Father, Uncle..."

Sadha and the Imam were aghast, turning simultaneously towards the familiar voice of the baritone, running quickly towards them.

"Ziel, Syahal, Shahil..."

Aiziel, Syahal and Shahil approached, after a split second his third eye was fixed on the fire ahead.

"Papa and Uncle why the hell did not leave? Why didn't you tell us?" suduk Syahal who was furious, angry because of the actions of the father.

"Why are you here?" satha asked, looking at the three one by one.

"Clicks don't have to cover everything anymore from us. Opa, Oma and Bulik told us everything. Daddy and Mommy came to the house while you were away. The attitude of Opa, Oma and Bulik suddenly strange until we suspect something that we do not know. Finally, Bulik told us everything." Aiziel represented.

Sadha and the Imam looked at each other, not expecting that their three sons had known everything, forgetting the growing flames.

"S-everything? I-you mean?" asked Sadha who was suddenly nervous.

"Everything, Pa. Including Papa's past, Uncle, Pakde, and Onty!" reply Shahil.

Sadha squeaked for a moment, breathing fresh air that was already contaminated by a thick fog of fire, calming a raging heart, a fear if children knew the past was finally happening, she said, the smell of carrion that continues to be stored will be smelled also by the surrounding.

"Alright, Mom! Children are adults and they deserve to know our past, so they can take lessons from that time" said the Imam who calmed Sadha.

Sadha nodded, letting the rice turn into porridge for good.

"Uncle Dhana where's Pa?" ask Syahal.

"Astagfirullahalazim..in there Al, Damar and Wulan are still trapped!!! We have to save them!" exclaim Sadha.

"Then Uncle where is Paklik?" tymphal Aiziel.

"Dhana went after Gibran, Ziel. He took Mala away and right now your uncle is trying to chase after Gibran" replied the Priest who was trying to calm down.

Aiziel, Shahal and Shahil were flabbergasted, throwing countless shocked gazes. Chaotic thoughts were attempted to remain calm, looking for a safe way out, leaving Aiziel speechless for a few seconds.

"That's it!!! Paklik, Uncle, Shahal and Shahil remain here! You save Al, Damar and Wulan. Ziel will catch up with Uncle!!!" aiziel said, take the right decision, divide the task so that everything is finished.

Sadha, Imam, Shahal and Shahil looked at each other, looking for the bright spot of the solution that Aiziel had just said, is that the right way? Letting Aiziel go catch up with Dhana who is currently out of nowhere. Making the impatient Aiziel wait for an answer, move on. Take a quick step back into his car.

"Ziel..."

Aiziel's steps came to a halt, making her turn towards the uncle who was walking towards her.

"You have to be careful, son! Gibran is dangerous!" exclaims Sadha, holding the shoulder of the nephew who is getting older.

"Ziel will bring Uncle and Anty safely, Paklik! Ziel asked for help. Please save Al, Damar and Wulan." replied Aiziel, hoping that everything would be good.

"Definitely! Go!!! Before your uncle gets any further!" sadha exclaimed, hoping that Aiziel could help Dhana face Gibran.

Aiziel moved, running towards the car but not to leave but took something she had brought in as preparation for the precarious situation. Approaching Sadha who was still fixated, paying attention to her strange movements.

"Use this extinguisher, Paklik! Ziel said after Uncle Dhana first." said Aiziel, passed away leaving Sadha.

Aiziel moved on, and actually went after Dhana at high speed. While Sadha was amazed, it was unexpected that Aiziel's mindset was not much different from Ammar's, always preparing something for the precarious situation like this.

Sadha ran, holding three mini fire extinguishers that Aiziel had found out of nowhere. Giving the three tubes to the Imam and Shahal, moved quickly to extinguish the fire.

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"We need to get out of here, Damar!!!

Aifa'al exclaimed violently, striking the door with the thousands of horsepower he still had today, trying to open the door that was somehow made of iron, not destroyed even though the powerful explosion had hit. While Damar, still hugging Wulan, protects himself from the huge flames that are getting crazier.

"Daddy wait here first. Mas Al has to help open that door so we can get out!!!" said Damar, cupping the face of the brother who was very chaotic.

Wulan nodded obediently, enduring the pain in the eyes due to the thickening smoke, filling the narrow room. Damar also moved, approaching the iron door that never opened.

"We'll find another way, Mas!" exclaim Damar.

"Which other street? There is no other way but this door!!! If we continue to wait for this room to be destroyed by fire, not only will this room be destroyed, but we will also be destroyed!" aifa'al replied panting, controlling a racing heartbeat.

"Then how did you? The plan we made ended like this! It must be Mr. Gibran and Bima who have placed the bomb on the doorknob from the outside! And the smell of that gasoline, they must have done it on purpose!" yell Damar, panic, uneasiness.

Aifa'al groaned, restraining the growing anger, greater than the mad flames. Wanting to hit Bima or Gibran mercilessly right now, releasing all the rage of the soul that was tempestuous, filled the recesses of the heart that increasingly softened, do not accept with all the evils of Bima and Gibran on his sister.

"Aaaarrrggghhhhh! The bimantara! The child will receive the consequences of his actions!" aifa'al's sudden cry of soul emotion, struck the iron door with his fist.

Damar squealed, holding the same anger, coming to feel what Aifa'al was feeling. Angry, annoyed, even hate who has now plagued themselves, but still held him for a while, thinking of a way out to survive death.

"Room... Adek where is it?"

"Guild there, Mas."

"Bring him here!"

Damar nodded, moving closer to the place where Wulan was sitting waiting.

"So. Let's go there!"

Wulan nodded resignedly, the thick smoke made her even more crowded, but continued to be held back, not wanting Aifa'al and Damar to worry about her again for a time like this.

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"Uncle.. This is the exit of the room!"

Shahil called out, calling out to the uncle who tried to put out the fire with a makeshift tool. Looking at a towering rectangular iron, it resembled a door from that stifling secret room.

The priest moved, took quick steps toward the Shahil, remained alert with the growing fire, covering the exit gap to carry out rescue actions. Meanwhile, Sadha and Shahal who heard the call of Shahil also rushed, leaving from where they were about to approach Shahil.

"What is Shahil?" ask Imam.

"This must be the door to this room, Uncle!" said the confident Shahil.

"What's up, son?" timpal Sadha's.

"This is the door of the room, Pa." replied Shahil.

"Then how is Uncle? Adek, Damar and Mas Al must still be inside!" replied Syahal who looked very tense.

The priest was silenced, watching the gap that the door might still have, thinking for a moment as he circled his eyes, looking for something that could have been used as a tool to open the iron door from the outside. The Imam's distribution stopped, just at another angle showing a long, sharp object made of iron. Iron crowbar!!! That is the name of the object caught by the vision of the Imam after a fraction of a minute of thought and circulation.

"You guys wait here!" exclaim Imam.

The priest got up, ran to reach the long sharp object behind the fire. Not unyielding just like that, in order to save his three children. Making a smile of relief implied for a moment, feeling the help of the Creator so that his three children do not die in vain. The Imam went back to Sadha, Shahal and Shahil. But his legs stopped, feeling a sudden pain in the heart, making a ringing of pain come out of his mouth, trying to endure the pain in a precarious situation like this.

"Oh my God, not now! I beg! My three children are in danger there, and I must save them all!"

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"Uncle of the old priest, Pa!"

The flames that grew bigger made the Shahil frightened, looking at the uncle walking but did not return after a few minutes had passed.

"Let Papa see it first! You stay together and no one splits!"

Shahal and Shahil nodded obediently, letting the father go in the same direction as his previous uncle. While Sadha walked quickly, looking for the whereabouts of her sister-in-law who did not come out of the fire.

"Priest..."

Sadha was flabbergasted, seeing the weakly beaten Imam, clutching his still sick stomach. Making the Imam jumped, did not want Sadha to know that he is currently suffering from a deadly disease, already chronic and even life-threatening.

"You why, Sister? You all right?" satha asked, helping the Imam to stand up.

"Mom is fine, Mum. The Imam slipped because he stepped on the floor where there was water. Sorry, because it makes Mas panic." replied the Imam, trying hard, dismissing the increasingly unreasonable pain.

Sadha fell silent, noticing the strange strokes that were different from her sister-in-law, wanting to find out but the precarious situation caused her to pause, choosing to stick to her original goal, asking the Imam again later, and then, once everything's done.

"What do you want to take?" asked Sadha, annoyed mixed anxiously into one.

"This, Mas!" the priest replied, showing the iron crowbar to the brother-in-law while commenting on the smile, hoping that Sadha would not suspect her strange gurgle.

"Yes already!!! Let's go there!!! The fire is getting bigger and we need to quickly save the kids!" exclaim Sadha.

The priest nodded faintly, making him relieved that Sadha did not ask him many questions that appeared to be lying.

"Uncle.." exclaimed Shahal and Shahil.

"You're retreating! Let it be Uncle who will open the iron door with this crowbar." said the Imam, preparing with great energy.

Syahal and Shahil inching, approaching the father who was not far from his position, let the Imam work even though the remaining energy is reduced due to enduring the pain.

Tang!

Tang!

Tang!

The three poundings of the iron crowbar met the iron door, making the Imam's energy run out in an instant. Sadha, Shahal and Shahil who saw also moved, approached the Imam who was sitting limp, pouring sweat.

"Why are you, Mom?" ask Sadha.

"Priest tired, Mom. Please replace the Imam for a moment huh." replied the Imam who tried to endure the pain, smiling at Sadha.

"Let Syahal alone, Pa." said Syahal.

"My dear help, my mother!" timpal Shahil.

Syahal nodded, letting the power of the younger brother unite with his strength that was still strong and strong. The twins Sadha and Vanny begin to work, hitting and continuing to hit the iron door strongly. Making Sadha and Imam surprised to see the action of the two who were so tough, until in the end...

Brak!

The iron door that began to show a gap was kicked violently by Syahal, causing a very loud sound, to make everyone surprised including Aifa'al, Damar and Wulan who were confined there.

"Mas Al, Damar, Wulan..."

Shahal and Shahil moved in, through the growing flames, followed by Sadha and the Imam who had originally sat down now running along, approaching Aifa'al, Damar and Wulan.

"Al, Damar, Wulan.. You're okay, aren't you boys?" asked Sadha who checked the condition of the entire body of her three nephews.

"The click came at the right time! We better get out now, before the two bombs in the corner there also explode!!!" aifa'al replied, pointing towards the still-active bomb, stuck in both corners of the room.

Sadha, the Imam, Shahal and Shahil were wide-eyed towards Aifa'al, who was also aware of the bomb's existence. Make him resigned with Damar and Wulan, choose to be silent because all the effort done will be in vain. But God is still good, bringing help at the right time, making him relieved.

"Come on!!!" exclaim Sadha.

Sadha and the Imam helped Aifa'al, Damar and Wulan. Bringing them out of the great blaze, almost approaching the bomb in the upper corner of the crowded room.

Duaaaarrrrrrr!

The sound of the explosion was so fierce, it made all of them who had already moved away from the place to the point of crouching in unison to avoid the effects of the loud explosion. Set the roar of breath no less fast, racing against the time where the fire will touch the two remaining bombs.

"Sir Gibran is really stressed! He has been putting bombs everywhere. On the doorknob and also in the upper corner of that damned crowded room!!!" chirping Aifa'al who had been holding back furious since yesterday, wanted to hit Gibran with his own hands if the man was here.

"What matters is that you all are safe, son." said the Imam, who was embracing Aifa'al's shoulder.

Aifa'al let out a heavy sigh, breathing fresh air after a day of being cooped up with her twin sisters there.

Grep's!

Aifa'al was stunned, finding the uncle hugging him. Swiping and pecking his head hard and stubborn with affection, poured out a word of thanks for proving himself innocent.

"Practice apologies, son. Thank you for finding your sisters and protecting them so well." Sadha said.

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