The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 87 ~ Huuffff...

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"Train?"

The priests, Damar and Wulan jumped in shock, hearing the sound of horns and engines from the train that was about to pass over the tracks. Making the three look at the tracks, found a train that was long enough to go very fast.

The eyes, which had been fixed on the car, were turned back to Gibran, Dhana and Aiziel, who were negotiating. The sound of the train engine made the three unable to hear Gibran and Aiziel talk. Making the Imam, Damar and Wulan look at each other, curious about the noise that Gibran created again across there.

"What are they talking about Uncle?" ask the curious Damar.

"Uncle is also astonished, Damar. It looks like Gibran is negotiating with Ziel." replied the Imam with his eyes fixed on it.

While the Imam and Damar asked each other curiously, while thinking of a way to get to the other side without Gibran knowing. But not with Wulan who captures the movement of bad signals from Gibran against the papi.

Why did Mr Gibran tell Mas Ziel to stop? Though a little more Mas Ziel can reach Papi without having to fight. Then what is it? What did Mr Gibran do to Papi? Oh my God, why do I feel so bad like this. Mumbled Wulan who continued to pay attention to Gibran's movements.

The Imam, Damar and Wulan continued to monitor, seeing Gibran's suspicious behavior. But a split second later, their eyes widened, seeing Gibran's rude actions to Dhana, pushing Dhana to make him fall down right in the middle of the train tracks that will pass.

"Papi.." cried Damar hysterically.

Wulan moved, taking wide strides after turning for a while towards the train that was about to pass, running towards the papi who fell in the middle of the tracks. Racing with the speed of the train, with all his strength Wulan continued to run.

Tut tut tut's.....

"Aaaa.." cried Wulan.

Wulan gasped for breath, helping the papi to move in a bound state, making him lose his spirit when the lips of the train were in sight.

"German..."

"Let's..."

Wulan squandered, hugging tightly the papi who managed to be saved in time, ran as fast as the wind even though his power was actually drained. Making the most obnoxious Imam and Damar conscious. Wulan's existence was no longer among them. They also ran, approaching Dhana and Wulan on the edge of the train tracks were speeding.

"Sir, Papi..."

Dhana and Wulan broke into a hug, looking at Damar who was running fast followed by Imam behind him, immediately slammed into the deck of the papi.

"Broom, Wulan. Please forgive Papi, son. Papi couldn't take good care of you at that time." said Dhana, hugging the two angels of heart, the baby who almost died.

Damar and Wulan looked up, looked at the sobbing papi, feeling guilty for failing to become a father who should be the main protector.

"The police are not wrong. Damar and Adek have escaped the hands of Mr. Gibran. Papi don't feel guilty anymore huh." said Damar who calms the papi's heart.

Greeted warmly by Wulan's nod, with a sweet smile splashed across her face. It made Dhana and Damar feel the warmth of that smile.

"Dhana.thank God you're fine." said the Imam, patting his best friend on the shoulder.

"Thank you for helping me to save my two children, Mam." replied Dhana looking up.

"I am their uncle!!! So it's all a duty to me, Dhana." said the Imam who smiled with relief and gratitude.

"Thank you again, Mam." said Dhana.

The priest nodded, patting his best friend on the shoulder, helping him to his feet again, seeing the speed of the train that was very fast, not imagined if Wulan did not move quickly to save the soul of the papi.

After a split second the train left, disappearing from view after success made the heart almost dislodged from position. The lights were not too bright, keeping them in position, monitoring Gibran's cunning movements.

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"Uncleeeeeee..."

Aiziel roared, crying bitterly when she saw firsthand the uncle being pushed violently by the rancid bede*that rancid, run over by the speeding train. Remembering the daddy, oma and the opa at home, making his blood boil, turned to Gibran who had now snatched the anty from behind.

"Basic bastard!!! You killed my uncle with a sadist!! God damn it you!" aiziel's roaring in anger, ready to pounce on Gibran right now.

"Stop!!! Stop in the first place or this woman will suffer the same fate as her husband! Hahahaha.today has indeed become my lucky day!!!" gibran said that's getting crazy there.

Aiziel snorted, the anger held back since earlier felt free, making her even more claustrophobic. Staring sharply at Gibran in front of there, gripping the anty from behind with a gun like he did to Dhana.

"Ziel..."

Aiziel turned her head quickly, catching the three figures of the man who was running fast towards her.

"Paklik, Syahal, Shahil..."

"Where's your uncle?"

Aiziel fell silent, provoking tears to flow back, remembering something that had tragically befallen the uncle.

"Ziel... Where's your uncle?" ask Sadha.

"Yes, where's Uncle?" timpal Shahil.

"Why just shut up?" timpal Syahal's.

Aiziel was still silent, holding tightness in the chest that was getting whacky, holding the furrow that continued to flow without permission but was difficult. Raising his head after looking down for a moment, he stared fixedly at Sadha, Shahal, and Shahil who were waiting for his explanation.

"Hoho. Because his beloved uncle is dead in the train that just passed away!" timpal Gibran exclaimed, chuckling then.

Sadha, Syahal, and Shahil turned their heads quickly, aiming at Gibran who was getting sane with a look of intimidation, carelessly speaking when his brain and heart were unstable because of a grudge, ignited by a grudge, made Sadha rise in blood in the blink of an eye.

"Ziel... say Son!!! What the hell's going on? Where's your uncle? Why are you alone?" asked Sadha who grabbed both of Aiziel's shoulders.

"Uncles... Uncle... Uncle was pushed by the man onto the tracks as the train was about to pass, Paklik." replied Aiziel who was choked, holding tight.

Sadha, Syahal and Shahil flabbergasted instead of playing. Circulating for a moment towards the tracks, looking for Dhana's whereabouts, just as Aiziel had said. Makes Sadha nervous.

"What do you mean Ziel?" toilet Sadha.

Aiziel sobbed violently, guilt came back to the soul, covered in grief. Unable to tell the truth to the uncle who is the brother of the uncle, persecuted until killed.

"Uncle was run over by that carriage, Paklik." replied Aiziel, looking down weakly, not strong to hold the weight of heart and guilt at the same time.

"No!!! No way!!! There's no way Dhana's going that fast! You must be wrong! That's not Dhana, Ziel! Dhana couldn't have left us so soon!" tukas Sadha tried to convince himself.

"But that's what happened, sir! Your sister named Dhana has followed her beloved sister to hell! I have also witnessed his passing since!" timpal Gibran who chuckled without sin.

Bathin screamed bitterly, not believing the ending that led to death, anger flared, reddened eyes holding a pile of twirls turned, staring intently at Gibran who was still laughing contentedly, clutching her silent sister-in-law without a sound, insulting her twin sisters in plain sight.

"Better you all go home! Dhana's funeral process must be carried out so that the child does not waver! Ahhaha..."

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The police car troupe scattered, coming with Aifa'al who was using a motorbike from the front. Fast-forward from the police station after making a report of the abduction and detention of himself and his younger siblings, providing evidence on him, he said, scars on the hands and face that blackened from the smoke of the fire. Without waiting again, the police immediately processed the case, moving towards the location as detected by the GPS of his old phone with the whereabouts of Aiziel who was once connected.

"Are you sure you're here?" ask Police.

"I'm sure, sir. You see, those four parked cars? Three of them are my family cars!!! Right now they must be dealing with the kidnapper, sir!" aifa'al said sure.

"Then we have to hurry! Come on!!!" exclaimed the policeman who had the Bripka emblem on his shoulder, exclaiming strongly ordered his subordinates.

About 10 Bripda Police officers who are ready to move, under the orders of Bripka all immediately move forward, combing all available points, ensuring that the kidnapping suspect does not escape.

While Bripka and 10 Bripda were working, Aifa'al was in the running. But go to the other side which he thinks will be powerful at a time like this, split up and do an impromptu plan in times of precariousness when needed without having to think long.

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Sadha snorted angrily, staring intently at Gibran who was moving further and further away while riding Mala from behind.

"What do you want?" ask Sadha.

"Not too hard! Just leave us alone and you go home." Gibran said, still holding the gun.

"That's not gonna happen!" exclaim Sadha.

"Then, this woman will have the same fate as her husband! Let's just wait until the next train comes." replied Gibran who was circulating, with a grin.

Sadha's hands clenched tightly, Gibran was not as stupid as he thought, stalling for time to escape with Mala. While Aiziel, Syahal and Shahil were silent on the spot. Had a restraint from Sadha not to interfere, fearing that Gibran might one day make more plans.

"Drop your gun!!!"

Sadha, Aiziel, Syahal and Shahil jumped. Looking quickly at the source of the sound, the police troupe moved forward at lightning speed, launching one bullet in the other direction as the first warning sign for the suspect. Meanwhile, Gibran was shocked. Found some police officers coming, snatched up his two bodyguards who were still lying unconscious on the ground.

"Last warning!!! Quickly drop your weapon and release the woman!!!" exclaim Bripka police force very firmly.

Instead of answering, Gibran justri increasingly pointed at Mala with his pistol, moving back a step two, away from the reach of the working police.

"You all back down!!! Or this woman will die!" yell Gibran, the more reckless.

The police were forced to retreat, following Gibran's insane request for the safety of the captives. Keep monitoring, waiting until the suspect is off guard and ready to be snatched.

"Who dares to report to the police? Who?!" gibran said that looked even more terrifying than before.

Sadha, Aiziel, Syahal and Shahil exchanged glances, confirming which of them had reported this to the Police without agreement, endangering Mala's life still in the grip of Gibran's crazy hand.

"Stay quiet there! No one moves to save this woman!" gibran's toilet while pointing a gun.

All the police flinch, no one moves without direction, does not want to threaten the lives of people who are already threatened, stay calm while on a mission.

Bugh!

Sreth!

Bruk!

One powerful punch landed suddenly behind Gibran, hitting the nape of the neck, making him fall down very hard. The pistol clasped was thrown away, giving Aifa'al the right opportunity to move. Pulling the body of the anty then gave it to Sadha, Aiziel, Syahal and Shahil who were still flabbergasted, not expecting Aifa'al's actions with lightning movements, making Mala who was still shocked, surprised, made him faint at the hands of his brother-in-law.

Grep's!

Czechoslovakia!

Aifa'al moved quickly, picking up Gibran's scattered pistol, pointing at him who was still on the ground. Prevent the Police from acting now with only one hand raised.

"I have reported you to the Police!!! You want what?" ask Aifa'al.

Gibran looked up, saw Aifa'al with a cynical look, clenched his hands while cursing himself, angry and preparing to do the next planning.

"You again!" gibran toilet.

"Why? You surprised to see me in this place? You think I'm dead? Hahaha.it's not that easy, Mr. Gibran!" aifa'al replied, pleased to see Gibran's angled look.

"Basin a snot boy!" hatch Gibran.

Aifa'al clucked, turned his face away for a moment, then crouched down in front of Gibran.

"Be careful, Al!" aiziel from behind.

"Quiet, Mas. This old man needs to teach Al a lesson because he has dared to kidnap Damar and Wulan!!!" aifa'al said, stroking Gibran's face with his gun.

"Don't be arrogant, boy!!!" yelled Gibran who snorted, like a bull.

"Aren't you arrogant? Please remember, Mr Gibran!!! I know all, I know who your people are! Don't ever bother my uncle family again! Otherwise, the very honorable Mr. Gibran would be embarrassed to lose against me!!!" exclaimed Aifa'al, grinning no less cunning than his opponent.

Gibran snorted in annoyance, staring intently at his opponent who was just a brat, making his blood boil violently. Aifa'al left, after giving Gibran a warning, turned to the police who were waiting for his service.

Reviewing Sadha's smile, Aiziel and her twin sisters were still transfixed. Staring at her in disbelief, she was veiled after hearing the plea that came out of her lips for Damar, especially Wulan.

"Capture him, sir! And make sure this guy rots in jail forever!!!" aifa'al who was grinning thinly.

Bripka Police nodded, giving direct direction to all remaining subordinates after several others successfully subdued both Gibran bodyguards.

Grep's!

Hap!

Aifa'al who turned his head never turned to look at Gibran, making him careless for a moment, fishing grin along with the cunning plan that flashed, getting agile without making a sound, snuggling Aifa'al who was careless and then pointed at the gun.

"Stop! Or this boy will die!"

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