The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 89 ~ Guilt

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Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

Three powerful blows from Aifa'al landed on Gibran's tummy. Emotions that had been stifled finally escaped, seeing the brother who was drenched in blood on his left shoulder because Gibran was, inexcusable, making Aifa'al ride black.

"Catch her!" bripka Police Exclamation.

"Bede*bah!!! My brother got hurt because of you! You rascal! Old jackass jerk!!!" aifa'al said, blindly hitting the downed and helpless Gibran.

Aiziel, Syahal and Shahil who had been held by the Police also moved, approaching Aifa'al who was riding apitam and Wulan who was unconscious, the shot that shot on the left shoulder looked so bad that fresh blood poured down the ground.

"Stop, Al! Already!" exciting Aiziel.

"No, Mom!! He hurt Adek!! A man like him must die! Must die!" al-ifa'al said, wailing incalculably.

"Please arrest him, sir!" exciting Aiziel.

"Come!!! You have to explain everything at the police station!!!" knock one of the Bripda, tie Gibran's hand in handcuffs.

Gibran snorted, reproaching inwardly with a sharp look at the increasingly uncontrollable Aifa'al. If the cop wasn't fast, maybe the guy would have ended up in the ICU room because it was critical. The police rushed over, taking Gibran for immediate action.

"Wulan... wake up, son! Wulan, wakeup!" said Sadha, rubbing Wulan's head over her thigh.

"Sheety.. wake up! Up, Deck!!!" timpal Syahal, holding his sister's hand.

Fear-covered worries spread, fishing for a crystal circle in the corner of the eye that stared at the little girl's pus. Teasing Aiziel and Aifa'al who were still standing, gazed at Gibran's departure towards the place of eternal punishment. They also moved, along around the brother who was drenched in blood, unconscious.

"Silts..."

Aifa'al choked, letting the tears that had never flowed before now fall, touching the head of the brother he had hated, thus saving him from the death of Gibran's madness at the last second. Inviting guilt, covering the heart that was once as hard as steel, rejecting the hatred that once reigned, as if lost, lost when the eyes saw firsthand the condition of the persecuted sister.

"German..."

Dhana was suffocated, infiltrating the sidelines of Sadha who could not help but hold back tears. Undeniably shocked, seeing the sister who apparently still survived death, grabbed the helpless body of the princess. Followed by the mad Imam and Damar, holding back tears mixed with anger when he saw Gibran shoot the brother from a very close distance in front of the eyes.

"Dhana... Are you still alive, Dik?" asked Sadha in disbelief, reaching out to the face of the brother who was very irritated and frustrated.

Dhana's lips quivered, holding the sobs that wanted to be released right now, unable to see the suffering of the princess who was always tormented, persecuted to the point of harm.

"Dhana it's okay, Mum!!! In the last second Wulan managed to save Dhana from the train that passed fast." replied the representative Imam, seeing Dhana who was unable to speak.

Sadha stuck, staring fixed Dhana and Wulan alternately, do not know what to say, see the persistence of her little sister, do not give up for the sake of loved ones to stay safe and always awake.

"We should take Adek to the hospital now, Pa." said Syahil, holding back the feeling of wanting to scream when he saw his sister.

Sadha nodded quickly, wiping away the water soaking her frustrated face.

"Dhana.. You better take Mala, she fainted! Let Mas take Wulan. We're taking them to the hospital!!!" said Sadha, trying to calm the sister who no longer knows what to do.

"Mala fainted Mas?" ask Dhana.

"Yes, Dhana. It looks like Mala's in shock. C'mon fast!!! Your daughter must be dealt with immediately!!!" answer Sadha, go carry Wulan.

Dhana nodded, quickly approaching the fainted wife there, accompanied by the Imam who was always by her side. Meanwhile Aiziel, Aifa'al, Syahal, Shahil and Damar went to follow Sadha.

"Honey.." said Dhana who was stuck softly, stroking the face of the wife who was unconscious.

"Come Dhana!!! Mala must also be dealt with!" said the Imam who tried to calm down.

Dhana nodded, carrying the unconscious wife's body, following Sadha and the children who had gone first, not far away, could still be pursued.

Three cars and one motorcycle chased each other. The front position is Ammar car driven by Aiziel, darting fast carrying Wulan increasingly pale and weak, accompanied by Sadha and Damar who holds the tiny body of Wulan in the back seat, Wulan, let Aiziel focus on driving at high speed.

The second position is Sadha's car driven by Syahal and accompanied by Syahil at his side. In third position there is a Dhana car driven by Imam, darting no less fast following two cars in front of him, bringing Mala who was unconscious due to fainting. While the last position, there is Aifa'al. Following the three cars in front on a motorcycle, piercing the thick night wind, befriended tears.

Forgive me, O God... All this time I was too blinded by the unwarranted hatred for my own sister. I was too selfish, unable to see the sincerity of his heart. Jealous of Daddy, Mommy and Mas Ziel paying more attention to him. I could not see how much his soul suffered. The sister who I had hated all this time even I was far away like a stranger, it was precisely she who became the savior of my life. I ask you one thing, O God. Please save him! I won't forgive myself if he leaves before I apologize to him. Give me a chance to love him with all my soul and body. Aifa'al muttered in a grimacing heart.

The increasingly dense night became a witness, the small outpouring of heart figure Aifa'al who had realized, that the younger brother is the lamp of the heart. Who should be loved, protected and approached, not shunned let alone hated.

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"I'm innocent, sir!!!"

Under the light of the lights, in front of the police figure with the face of the rogue, Gibran continued to dodge, urging to be released immediately. Continuing to deny that he was not wrong, making a new story as if he was a victim who was persecuted decades ago.

"Do you know who I am? I am Gibran!!! Advanced Jaya Mandiri property owners. Where maybe I, who is known as the founder and owner of the school, dared to commit crimes like this. That is impossible and I have been slandered, sir!!!" gibran said, defending the guilty.

"All the evidence and reports are clear that you are guilty, Mr. Gibran!!! I know, even know you well. But the law, it's the law!!! The guilty will remain in action until the trial!" answer the Police.

Gibran clucked, resisting the wrath that was mingling in the soul, protecting the name that had actually been smeared but did not want to admit it blatantly.

"Bring him into custody!!!" exclaimed the Police, ordering the subordinates who were there.

"Well Sir!" the policeman, who was of the rank of Briptu, took Gibran by the hand and took him.

"But I'm not wrong, sir! I am not guilty! I'm defamed! I'm framed!!!" gibran violently rebelled.

"No!!! I'm not wrong! That woman killed my parents!!! I am a victim! It wasn't me who started it, but that woman!" the stressed Gibran.

Briptu Police had been overwhelmed, but it can still be overcome thanks to the help of other Police who are in charge of guarding the prison. Put Gibran into a prisoner's cell, awaiting his next decision.

"Damn!!! I'll be back, Mala!!! Our past affairs will not end easily, before you feel how painful it is to lose a loved one!"

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"How are my son and wife doing Doctor?"

Half an hour passed, making all those who sat dumbstruck move, seeing the two doctors who entered simultaneously when Mala and Wulan occupied the ER. Muddled and exhausted, afraid and worried, cannot be lied to. Keep raging in the soul, trying to be pushed aside but come and come continue. Not wanting to disappear even for a moment.

"The condition of your son and wife has begun to improve, sir. The bullet that went through your child's left shoulder we got it out. But for the next few days, your child's hand must wear an arm sling as a refutation so that the wound on his shoulder dries faster. Very lucky because the bullet didn't hit your child's heart. Otherwise, I as a doctor could not imagine a child his age should have surgery. While your wife's condition is stable and still asleep because of the effects of drugs. So there's nothing to worry about."

A sigh of relief simultaneously came out, giving thanks inwardly for the good news that has since disturbed the calm. Fear seemed to float, along with the night wind covered with wishful thinking.

"Thank you, Doctor. Thank you." said Dhana, grabbing the hand of one of the doctors.

"I'll excuse you then. Your child and wife will be transferred to the nursery on this floor. If there is something, you just call the nurse who is on guard. Excuse me." replied the doctor, patting Dhana on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Doctor." said Dhana again.

The huffed face was bright again, brought to smile at the people around him.

Grep's!

Sadha and Dhana hugged, shedding tears that had dried up, flowed back in gratitude. Inviting other tears. The Imam, Aiziel, Aifa'al, Syahal, Shahil and Damar witnessed, how much the concern of the figure of the brother on the sister, everything has been proven, clearly visible in front of the eyes.

"Mas is so grateful that you're okay, Dhana. You almost made Mas die by hanging, hearing you were crushed by the train." said Sadha Parau, wiping Dhana's head.

"Sorry, Mas. Dhana must do this to devise another plan so that Mala and Ziel do not become Gibran's next victims. But the police just came and added to the appearance of Al, then followed by the reckless Wulan. Everything is ruined." replied Dhana, breaking her embrace.

"Important we all survived. Mala and Wulan are fine. That's more than enough." said Sadha, grabbing the sister's shoulder.

Dhana nodded, commenting on the smile that had been missing since yesterday due to anxiety. Looking for a moment at the exhausted-looking children, resisting the drowsiness that had swarmed into the eyes. The two went up, approaching the Imam and the children who saw with tears.

"Ziel, Al, Shahal, Shahil, Damar.. You better go home, son!!! You must be tired, especially Al and Damar who were held captive for hours in a small room. You guys go home. You do not get sick." said Dhana, persuading his five children.

"The room wants to be here with Adek and Mami, Pi." replied Damar who insisted.

"Let Papi take care of them. If you are sick, who will accompany Papi. Come back tomorrow morning, Damar. Papi will be waiting for you here. Yea?" dhana said, persuading the heavy son to let his sister and mother.

"But Pi..."

"But you don't want to get sick. Remember, you have to be healthy in order to become the head of the osis." cut Dhana who persuaded Damar.

Damar sighed resignedly, succumbed for the sake of the papi, following the request of the heart that could not lie that tired had overcome themselves.

"Allow Al to accompany Adek, Uncle!"

All eyes turned, looking at Aifa'al who was down, hiding puffy eyes, lamenting the self who was too late to realize the heart. Inviting novelty that tipped bitterly, but able to provoke a smile haru.

Dhana stepped forward, approaching her eldest son who was worried.

"You should also rest, Al."

"Al's not tired, Uncle."

"Uncle doesn't want you to get sick, son."

"Al will rest while guarding Adek."

"Rest at home would be better."

"At home Al can't sleep, Uncle."

Dhana sighed heavily, smiling bitterly at Aifa'al's sincere confession from the heart. Too late, but still within reasonable limits.

"Uncle is very grateful to you, son. Because you've been looking after Damar and Wulan when you were held captive. If there is no you, maybe until now Damar and Wulan are still not found. So Uncle please very much, go home! Rest this tired body of yours, don't force it! If you're sick, then your daddy and mommy know, do you know what the consequences are? There's still tomorrow. Tomorrow you can look after and meet Wulan. He must be happy to see you next to him. Yea?"

Aifa'al let out a long sigh, peeking at the eyes for a moment, breathing in the wasted fresh air, stabilizing the careless heart, not wanting to leave the younger brother as he once did. But the heart that is still defeated with a body that speaks, very tired again whack, persuading the owner of the body to immediately lie down, re-charge the energy that has been drained.

"Alright, Uncle. Al's going home."

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The tense period is finally over 😂️ it's time we move on to other times.