The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 88 ~ Shot

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Prangs!

The sound of falling glass shards suddenly resounded, there was no wind let alone rain, a soul that had just woken up from sleep from feeling an immeasurable thirst, was brought to walk towards the kitchen, grab a glass and sip some cold water. But the unusual taste came, slipped into the recesses of the heart, making the originally calm heart now suddenly restless.

"Why you, honey?"

Ibel gasped, found Ammar's hand touching his shoulder, moved when the sound of a glass breaking from the kitchen, making Ammar panic to catch up with the wife who was turned out to be pensive.

"Suddenly my feelings are not good, Mas." replied Ibel, massaging the chest that was instantly pounding.

"Let's sit down!" ammar.

Ibel obeyed, following her husband who led her to the dinner table, leaving glass fragments scattered there because there was ART cleaning.

"Darling... Try what's the story? Why are you daydreaming like that? It's late at night!" ammar asked, holding his wife's hand, trying to calm down.

"I don't know either, Mom. At first I just wanted to drink but suddenly my mind was on Al. I thought of my son, Mas." replied Ibel who returned the grip.

"Al must be okay, honey. Maybe he's asleep in his apartment by now. You've been thinking too much about the kids since you got back from Mom and Dad's house." said Ammar, who tried to calm down.

"Come, Mas. I've been trying to get in touch with Al since noon, but the phone's off. I'm worried about it, Mas!!!" ibel answered suddenly raucous, visible piles of crystal grains in his beautiful eyes.

Ammar moved, sitting closer to the wife who was being overwhelmed with anxiety, clutching the body of the wife who shook, holding back the worries that came without notice, and the rest of the wife, infiltrate to make the wife restless when the night is getting late.

"Try to call Mom. It's possible that the children have come home from the streets." said Ammar, stroking the wife's back.

"But it's late, Mom. I don't want to disturb Mom and Dad's rest." said Ibel, breaking into a hug while wiping away tears that had dripped for no reason.

"Try it, baby! I must understand." said Ammar who did not want his wife to fret.

Ibel nodded, moved for a moment towards her room, then returned to the dining table after picking up her cell phone. The agile fingers of the fingers danced over the mobile phone screen, looking for the number of the mother-in-law to contact.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am." said Ibel.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, darling. What's up, son? Why did you call Mom in the middle of the night? Are you and Ammar okay?" that's Miss Aini who sounded quite panicked.

"Ibel same Mas Ammar is fine, ma'am." replied Ibel who smiled, holding the heart that he wanted to ask frankly.

"Mom think you guys are why, dear." said Ms. Aini, heard a sigh of relief.

Ibel smiled bitterly, getting the figure of a mother-in-law who loved her very much like her own child, worried herself if she got an impromptu phone like this.

"Mothers... Ibel wanted to ask you something. Did the kids come back from the streets?" ibel said, sounding nervous and hesitant but re-assured by the husband.

"Already, Honey. They've gone home even now they're asleep. Ziel, Al, Syahal, Shahil, Damar and Wulan are already in the dream realm now. Why is it, darling?" ma'am Aini.

"Al's staying at Mom's?" ask Ibel.

"Yes, Honey. At first Al refused but because Mother forced him, so he also stayed here." replied Ms. Aini, there was no doubt in the slightest when Ibel replied.

"Then how are they doing, ma'am?" Ibel asked again, making sure the more agonizing anxiety was not caused.

"They're all good, honey. You don't have to worry. If in this house, they will be safe with Mom and Dad." replied Ms. Aini who calmed the daughter-in-law.

"Thank God. I'm sorry that Ibel interrupted Mom and Dad's sleep. Then Ibel closes first so that Dad and Mom can go back to sleep. Good night, Mommy. Assalamualaikum." said Ibel, hanging up the phone with a thread.

Ammar giggled furiously, looking at the wife's expression that seemed calmer than before, getting word that the children were safe, healthy, there was no less than one of them.

"Hows it? Is it relieved now?"

"Here you go, my mom."

"Then let's go back to the room!"

Ibel was aghast, catching a strange signal that emerged from the look of the husband's eyes, carrying his body in a bridal style towards the room, looking at him with a gaze full of desire, published a thin grin that makes the feathers Ibel bristles.

"I want to continue with that!"

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"Wa'alaikum..."

The smile that had originally burst out, turned grim again after the connection from the son-in-law ended. Forced to lie, cover up the unfinished problems of the son and eldest son-in-law, did not want to make Ammar restless until he ended up in the hospital again.

"What did Ibel say, Ma'am?" ask Vanny.

"Your brother must have felt something related to the children, dear." replied Miss Aini who suddenly sad.

"But Sister Ibel is not suspicious 'is she the same mother?" ask Vanny, make sure if the brother does not smell the smell of lies there.

"It doesn't seem like it, but I don't have the heart to lie to your sister, son." replied Ms. Aini, massaging the tired temple.

"Just for a while, Mom. Once everything is clear, we'll tell Ammar and Ibel together. Because after all, the lies covered will be exposed as well." said Pak Aidi who calms the heart of the wife.

"Dad's right, Mom. For now, let it be like this until everything comes back and our problems are over. For the sake of the health of Kak Ammar as well, Ma'am." said Vanny who strengthened the heart of the mother-in-law.

Ms. Aini sighed harshly, dribbling her eyes fixed on the wall clock, the needle that kept turning, signifying a time shift that kept rolling. The night was getting late, but no one gave the news. The soul that awaits, eyes that have been sleepy since, is still brought to watch, waiting for good news from Sadha, Dhana and Imam. Raged with a heart that kept screaming, asking for news that never came near.

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Under the moonlight. Imams, Dhana, Damar and Wulan are still monitoring, seeing Gibran's increasingly suspicious movements. Seeing Aiziel who was seen crying, roared at Gibran's attitude. Strong clenched his hands, but still held him for the sake of the anty.

"It seems that Ziel misjudged Dhana" said the Imam, noting Aiziel's high-emotional movements towards Gibran.

"You're right, Mama. Ziel thought that the train had run over my body." Dhana replied, suddenly feeling guilty.

"Patience, Pi. If the situation is safe, then we will get out of here." said Damar who calmed the papi.

Wulan nodded quickly, agreeing with the words of the twin who looked at him with a smile, reassuring the papi who was overwhelmed with guilt at Aiziel, who was looking at him, pretending to be dead as if a passing train had actually killed him tragically because of Gibran.

Wulan's gaze returned, monitoring Aiziel and Gibran who were arguing, throwing anxiety that was increasingly raging, seeing the condition of the mother who was very worried. Soon, there came Sadha and her two other twin mas, Shahal and Shahil. Approaching Aiziel who restrains emotions, tears to energy to be able to fight Gibran as soon as possible.

The eyes that were still watching were wide open, seeing the fierce debate that was going on between Sadha and Gibran, making Sadha's face flushed red. Wanting to hit Gibran with his own hands, but the arrival of the Police troupe from the other direction successfully shocked the heart.

The Imam, Dhana, Damar and Wulan exchanged glances, shocked beyond measure by the arrival of several policemen.

"No! I didn't even think of contacting the police in this situation." replied the Imam, refuting Dhana's allegations.

"The room?" dhana asked while looking.

"Where might Damar, Pi. Until now Damar still does not remember, where the last time Damar saw a cell phone." replied Damar who shrugged both shoulders.

Dhana rattled with anxiety, remembering the son's cellphone which is still in his hand, but he was still hiding. Focusing again on the scene across there, the debate between the Police and a man named Gibran is gone.

Bugh!

Sreth!

Bruk!

The Imam, Dhana, Damar and Wulan were shocked. Looking at Aifa'al coming from the other direction, it hit Gibran abruptly and fell down. Grab fast Mala's body and give it to Sadha, Aiziel, Syahal and Shahil who still seem to be in disbelief.

"We have to get out, Dhana! Al can be reckless!!!" said the Imam who was worried about Aifa'al.

Dhana nodded in agreement, followed by a simultaneous nod of Damar and Wulan. Dhana rushed, walking towards Sadha who was guarding his wife, followed by Imam, Damar and Wulan behind.

Grep's!

Hap!

Dhana gasps, hearing a loud noise that Gibran is expecting, catching him slipping out of the tracks. Making him stop, looking behind him to make sure that his guess was not true. Then dribbled across the street, opened their eyes, and saw Gibran grab Aifa'al from behind, pointing his gun at the temple.

"Come Dhana! We have to help Al!" yelling Imam who settles beside Dhana.

Dhana nodded, continuing his steps towards Sadha and the others on the safe side, followed by Imam and Damar from the side. But not with Wulan who suddenly got an impromptu idea, preferring his own path, going to the other side and looking for a crack to save Aifa'al.

"Let's hurry!!!" exciting Dhana.

The priest shuffled, following Dhana who was walking beside him, followed also by Damar from the other side, while looking at the situation and conditions. For a moment Damar walked, but then he stopped when he realized something was missing from his side.

"Where's Pi?" ask Damar.

The steps of Imam and Dhana stopped, seeing Damar who was in a panic circling the eyes, looking for the whereabouts of the brother who disappeared suddenly.

"Aren't you always next to her?" dhana asked who was looking for the princess.

"So yes, Pi. But now no!" damar replied riled up, unable to find the twin sister who went out of nowhere.

"Calm down! Wulan must still be around us." timpal Imam who came to circulate, looking for the figure of his little girl.

His third eye continued to circulate, trying to find the lost Wulan without a trace.

"Dhana... That's not Wulan?" said the Imam, pointing towards the back of Gibran there.

Dhana and Damar turned their heads together, looked at the Imam's direction, and it was true that Wulan was already behind Gibran with a wooden beam in his hand.

***

"Silts..."

Aiziel, Shahal and Shahil were flabbergasted, capturing the figure of the little girl behind Gibran with a wooden beam in her hand, ready to float at any time as she wished. While Sadha was trying to wake Mala up, she found her niece behind Gibran and was ready to hit him.

Bugh!

Crews!

One powerful punch landed on Gibran's nape, not knocking him unconscious or down like before. Making Wulan flabbergasted, seeing the beam he got in the middle of the rail turned weathered, broken just like that when touching the hard nape of Gibran.

"Who else is playing behind my back?"

Gibran snorted furiously, took off the grip of his hand from Aifa'al and turned his head behind him until a sneaky grin rose instantly from both corners of his lips. While Aifa'al who managed to escape to look back, want to know who the person who dared to hit Gibran other than himself.

"Silts..."

Aifa'al was flabbergasted, seeing the whereabouts of the younger brother coming out of nowhere, making him stern, looking at Gibran's suspicious movements. While Wulan gasped, staring at Gibran's nanar trembling, making the wooden beam fall limp on the leg but the fear dominated more than the pain hit.

"It turns out you're not dead, little girl! All right, let me make you go after your father to hell!" Gibran.

The hand that had originally gripped Aifa'al's neck was now raised slowly, playing the hammer of the gun until it made a sound, pointing the gun at the little girl.

"Drop your gun!!! Or we'll shoot you!!!" exclaimed the police Bripka, smelling the suspicious smells of Gibran.

"Before you shoot, my bullet will first penetrate the heart of that little girl!!!" yell Gibran without turning around.

Aiziel, Syahal and Shahil who were furious were about to move, but stopped by the Police. So did Sadha who rose from her seat, wanting to save Wulan who was threatened. While Dhana and Damar who were not less determined to save Wulan immediately ran, about to reach the little girl.

"Prepare to die, dear!"

"Don't!!!" exclaim Aiziel, Syahal, and Shahil.

Gibran grinned, seeing the fear on Wulan's sweaty face, making him even more challenged...

Duaaaarrrr...

Aifa'al, who was still behind Gibran, snorted angrily, quickly grabbed the man's hand and pushed him to his knees worse than before.

"German..."

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