The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 86 ~ Forming a Group

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Sadha, Imam, Shahal and Shahil looked at each other, could not bear to see the two embrace each other crying, making their feet step, approaching the twins Dhana and Mala who looked riled.

"Broom, Wulan..."

Damar and Wulan broke into a hug, wiping away the tears that had been flowing profusely, wetting the cheeks that looked chaotic due to the smoke of the fire, turning towards paklik, uncle and his two twin cars.

"We're going to save your parents, son! Don't worry!!!" said Sadha, stroking the heads of two twin boys belonging to his sister.

"Papa Mas is right! Don't you worry! We're gonna save Uncle and Anty. Don't be sad anymore." said Syahal.

"Don't be sad anymore, dear." said Shahil, embracing the shoulder of the sister who was very worried since yesterday.

Wulan nodded, immersing his face into the warm embrace of Shahil, making the hearts of Sadha, Imam and Shahal warmed up, seeing scenes that rarely even Shahil had done before Wulan.

The view that was originally fixed on the younger brother is now obtained, catching a familiar car near the papa's car. Syahal narrowed, staring fixedly at that direction.

"Papa...is not that Pakde's car used by Mas Ziel?" syahal said, patting the shoulder of the father who was still washed away in the atmosphere of haru.

It's not just Sadha. The Imam, Shahil, Damar and Wulan also turned in the same direction, towards Syahal who saw Aiziel's car, parked not far from Sadha's car that Dhana was carrying.

"Yes, Syahal. That's your sir's car. Surely Ziel has arrived here." replied Sadha while circulating, looking for the whereabouts of his sister or nephew.

"It looks like Mas Ziel is with Papi, Paklik." said Damar who can feel.

"The room is right, Mas. Ziel and Dhana could be facing Gibran at the moment. We need to find them quickly, Mas!" timpal Imam while circulating the view.

"Then what should we do?" asked Sadha who was suddenly deadlocked because of the fear, imagined the brother who was against Gibran.

The Imam fell silent, focused on a new plan, saved Dhana and Mala who were now in danger, exchanging situations with his two children who had been in danger. The sense of sight is carried to circulate, ensuring situations and safe conditions are maintained for the plan that comes.

"We split up, Mas!!! We can't come together from the same side as this. Gibran and his men will more easily subdue us all because their bodies are strong. We're splitting! The priest is with Damar and Wulan in that direction!!! Mas Sadha with Syahal and Shahil in that direction!!! If one of the groups loses, then the other group can save! How's Mas? The kids?" imam Sayang.

Sadha and the two sets of twins looked at each other, discussing the final decision of the rescue.

"The room agrees with the plan, Uncle!"

"The devil agrees too!"

"The devil agrees, Uncle!"

While Wulan nodded quickly, with two thumbs up with a sweet smile full of enthusiasm, making the Imam chuckle amusedly, seeing the beautiful face of the little girl who all this time can only be with from the story. Embroidering an immeasurable longing, has now been unraveled since the meeting at the site of the fire. Praising inwardly, how beautiful poor little girl Dhana, remembered by all the stories about her, was very similar to the personality of the late wife but fate came back to play tricks on her.

The priest turned his head, saw Sadha who was still silent, seemed to think to agree or even refuse and look for other ways.

"Mas... how? You agree?" asked the Imam, touching the hand of the brother-in-law who crossed in front of the chest.

"You sure you're gonna make it, Mam?" asked Sadha who suddenly fiddled, worried.

"This is God, Mas. God is with us." replied the priest who tried to calm us down.

"All right! If you are sure, you are sure too! Then we split up now! But remember, you must be careful!!! Damar and Wulan. Please take care of them, brother!" sadha was full of confidence.

"Definitely, Mas! The priest will take care of them!" the priest answered, raise your hand, respectfully.

Sadha smiled, patting the Imam on the shoulder with confidence that the plan this time would work. Help Dhana save Mala, bring them home safely, and live a life.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim..."

Sadha and Imam split up, with their respective groups moving rapidly in opposite directions, seeking the whereabouts of Dhana and Aiziel who are currently facing the Gibran madness.

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"Ten..."

Aiziel jumped up, hearing Gibran's sudden cry that had reached the tenth number, the brain that was brought to think for a moment began to be cornered, and, there was no sign of movement or a definite decision from the eldest son of Ammar, staring nanar towards the uncle who was still in the grip of Gibran's big hand.

"Young man. You should have made the right decision!!! But apparently, you want the bullet inside this gun to penetrate this temple of your beloved uncle! Alright, if that's what you want!!! I will gladly do so and after that, it is your turn that I will vanish!" gibran said with his sneaky grin.

"Don't you touch my niece!!!" dhana's tandas trying to fight back.

"You don't fight anymore, Dhana!!! Just a slight movement will cause the trigger of this gun to move, and your temple will be hollowed out by it! Just shut up!!!" gibran whispered in Dhana's ear.

Dhana snorted in annoyance, trying to rebel, breaking free from Gibran's large hand that gripped his neck from behind, trying to dodge the bullet-filled object that could pierce his temple at any moment. Looking at Aiziel who looked confused, like regretful with her already careless actions.

"Aiziel... listen to Uncle, son!!! You get out of here and bring your anty! Don't think about Uncle! Uncle please, go!!! Uncle won't, if you get hurt!!! Think of your daddy and mommy, Ziel!!!" timpal Dhana, looking at Aiziel with pity.

"Shut up!!! Or I'll shoot your head!!!" gibran said, threatening Dhana who was trying to influence his nephew.

Aiziel stepped up, making her crystal clear energy circle decay instantly, looking at the uncle and his helpless anty, facing a waking situation. While Mala still remained silent, looking like a confused person, not making a sound but her tears kept flowing, looking at Dhana who was in danger.

"okay!!! Ok!!! I'll follow all your requests, sir. But please, you keep that gun away from my uncle. Help me!" said Aiziel relented, the uncle's soul is more valuable because he is the sister of the daddy.

"No! No, Ziel! Don't do that!" timpal Dhana was panicked and agitated again.

"A very wise decision! The decision that has just come out of the lips of a young boy like you signifies that, you do not really consider that woman. Right?" timpal Gibran who grinned sharply.

Instead of answering, Gibran laughed. Laughing at Aiziel who had suddenly become a monster in front of him, stood beside the anty with a murderous gaze and a clenched hand. Actually, Aiziel was eager to spill the anger that was held back, but the uncle's message made him stop, for the sake of self-safety.

"Don't laugh, sir! It could be that your laughter tonight will be the last laugh before you enter the grave!" exclaimed Aiziel, still calm but looking angry.

The echoing laughter came to a halt, dribbling toward Aiziel with a sharp gaze looking down full of grin.

"Hahahaha, I will remember what you said, young man! And never threaten me!" answer Gibran.

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"Uncle. It's Papi and Mami!"

The priest jumped, turned to the direction of Damar who managed to find the papi, making Wulan flabbergasted when the wet eyes caught the existence of the papi in the strong grip of Gibran. Then look the other way, find the existence of the mother who sat dumbstruck beside the first mas.

"The fire is in danger, Uncle!" Damar.

"You calm down, Damar! In such a situation we are asked not to be careless!" answer the priest who tries to calm down.

"Then how's Uncle?" ask Damar.

The priest was silent, looking around, looking for the whereabouts of Sadha and her child who had not yet emerged from the other side, making his heart grimace anxious, seeing the state of Dhana being threatened. Trying to think, looking for an opportunity to get into Gibran's slick plan.

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"Come fast!!! You come forward here!!! After that, I went there!!!"

Aiziel snorted in annoyance, held back furiously, turned her head momentarily towards the anty, still silent, sitting down with a blank look. Making his heart sore, strange decisions must be taken for the sake of the uncle's life, not that it is not dear, but the life of the younger brother of the father is more important.

Forgive Ziel, Anty. Ziel had to make a decision like this. Otherwise, Daddy's sister's life will be threatened. Ziel could not let Uncle get hurt. Forgive Ziel, Anty. Forgive Ziel. Aiziel murmured in a heart that was veiled.

The painful heart is brought to calm, in order to be able to carry out the decree in accordance with the current provisions. Aiziel turned her head, looking intently at Gibran who could only grin from earlier.

"Why don't you let go of my uncle first? Are your words really what I can hold?" hatch Aiziel with sharp nosediving eyebrows.

"Hahahaha.You think I'm stupid! Let go of your beloved uncle and let you go, and I get nothing? I'm not that stupid, young man!" Gibran.

Aiziel clucked in annoyance, threw her face in the other direction angsting and was annoyed to see Gibran's annoying expression.

"Ck! It turns out that old jackass is smart too! I forgot that he was the owner of the school!" said Aiziel who mengacau soften the effect of prying.

"Come fast!!! I don't have much time to deal with a wayward youngster like you!" exclaim Gibran.

Aiziel snorted, began to step forward, wanting to grab the uncle's body and eject Gibran's body towards the train tracks. It is possible that luck will side with him this time, easily making Gibran lose and then bring home the second third parent after daddy and paklik.

Tut tut tut's...

Jeg jreg jeg...

The sound of the horn and the speed of the train that was about to pass echoed, warning everyone not to approach the tracks let alone pass through them. Gibran turned his head, saw the lights of the train from a distance, was about to pass and would definitely pass the tracks where he was at the moment.

"Stop!!! I think I changed my mind!" exclaims Gibran, stopping Aiziel's steps that are close to the uncle.

Aiziel frowned, astonished by Gibran's strange behavior, wanting to change the conditions that had been set together, choosing his own path unilaterally, without thinking and discussing like that, assume everything is just a game that can be changed rules as well as he sees it.

"What do you mean sir? Please do not complicate the already complicated situation!" aiziel said, holding back the flames of anger.

Gibran flinched, giving a sharp grin to Aiziel who saw him full of questions. Keeping the gun in his hand back, crouched down for a moment without letting go of Dhana's hand, grabbed something lying on the floor and wrapped around the prisoner's hands and feet with his lightning.

"What are you doing?" dhana Tukas.

"Shut up!!! Your angel of death has come to pick you up! And you can catch up with your dead beloved sister! Hye!" gibran said, busy tying feet to Dhana's hands.

Aiziel moved, about to hit Gibran who wanted to do something to the uncle. But the young Gibran was more agile than he thought, ejecting Aiziel first to make him fall.

"Goodbye, Dhana! Say hello to my beloved sister who you always proud of!!! Goodbye bye!"

Gibran pushed Dhana onto the train tracks, knocking Dhana down with his legs and hands firmly tied. While Aiziel was glued, staring nanar towards the uncle who fell in the middle of the tracks, the train lights arrived dazzling, wanting to save the uncle but his feet seemed to be glued to the earth, he could do nothing and finally...

"Uncleeeeee.." cried Aiziel hysterically.

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