The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 93 ~ Bram CS Zivana

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"So Miss knows everything?"

In front of the fence, Zivana and Bram are seen standing opposite each other. Zivana pulls Bram out of the fence, talking to his assistant, away from hearing the mother who can come at any time when emotions are flaring up.

"Already! Bima told me. While we were sitting in the cafe, suddenly came a boy named Aifa'al. He came near me, Bima and Dimas. It looks angry, but his attitude is calmer than the child who came and wanted to directly hit Bima. Aifa'al threatened Bima and Dimas. Then he warned me and before leaving the boy told me that Papa was in a prison cell. Therefore I urged Bima and I already know!"

Bram was flabbergasted, disbelieving when the princess of the master learned of the devious plan of kidnapping Damar and Wulan from Bima, making Bram furious, Bima could not keep a secret according to the agreement.

"So that Bima..."

"It's not Bima, I forced her!"

Bram clucked faintly, stirring furiously in his heart when he heard Bima was not professional in acting, making Zivana know all the evil plans of the papa.

"I will help Mr. Bram to persuade Mother!!! Because I am very supportive of Papa's actions!!!" Zivana.

"Miss Zivana isn't angry at Mister?" asked Bram who was back to be surprised.

"Hahahahaha..I am very happy with Papa's plan!!! Why didn't Papa involve me in this? I hate those twins! Because of them, I was always scolded by Mother Kinan. From now on I will help. I will not go to Singapore but I will make Mother Kinan go there!" said Zivana with a sly grin.

"But how is Miss?" bram asked, unexpected and surprised now became one when he saw Zivana's response.

"Sir Bram has to do this!!!" zivana exclaimed, stalling the little paper on Bram.

Bram looked up, saw the contents of the small paper containing several important phone numbers in the work room of the father that he had found. Explain the plan that the assistant of the papa will do with a piece of paper.

"Hows it? Mr Bram got it?"

Bram smiled slanted, rose straight after closing his ear to the master's daughter, hearing the design that was no less best than the papa's design, equally cunning in crime.

"I understand Miss Zivana!"

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"Assynoltom..."

The VIP nursery door opened slowly, revealing the two dusk parents entering the nursery, stepping slowly without making a sound because he did not want the son who was asleep on the sofa woke up.

Mr. Aidi and Ms. Aini looked around, saw the son sleeping on the sofa, then saw the son-in-law and the grandson lying weakly on the bed. Giving a sensation of pain in the heart, do not have the heart to see the three who are persecuted just because of the problem of past grudges.

"It looks like Dhana is exhausted, Mas." said Bu Aini who stared fixedly at the face of the son.

"Let him sleep, honey. Our son must be very tired after facing many tests in his small family." said Mr. Aidi, embracing the wife's shoulder.

"Yes, you're right. Then, I want to see our grandchildren and daughter-in-law first." replied Ms. Aini, pointing at the two beds.

Mr. Aidi smiled, letting the wife step slowly towards the bed of the grandson and his son-in-law lying down. While Mr. Aidi himself chose to sit beside the sofa occupied by Dhana to lie down to sleep.

"Wulan.. Oma's beautiful grandson, wake up son. Oma is here for Wulan. Don't sleep too long, honey. Poor your papa."

Aini mumbled, gently rubbing the pale-looking face of the granddaughter, making the old memory pieces of the princess spin back. So clear and still stored neatly, the princess was also no less often lying weakly in a hospital bed as experienced by the grandchild today, making the heart of Bu Aini as an oma grimaced in pain, fishing for water from a clear lake just falls away.

Ms. Aini walked, approaching the bed of the daughter-in-law who was still lying helplessly, with an infusion in her hand accompanied by an oxygen hose in her nose, indicating that the condition of the son-in-law was not good.

"Why are you harboring a dark time of your own life, dear? Why don't you tell Dhana or Mom? We're your family, your life's problems we're all having too, son! Awake, Mala! Don't make me afraid to lose again! It's enough Dhina to get away from Mom's life! You don't, son! No!"

Bu Aini's cry was inevitable, disturbing the tranquility of Dhana who was asleep. While Mr. Aidi immediately moved when he saw the wife's back began to rise and fall irregularly, signalling that the wife should be calmed immediately.

"Dad, Mother..."

Dhana blinked, rubbed his eyes that had just closed some time ago, making him sit down when he saw his father and mother standing beside the Mala bed.

"Let's go. Your crying voice managed to wake Dhana up. Do not let Mala and Wulan also wake up because of the sound of your crying." said Mr. Aidi, trying to calm the wife who hiccups.

"You are how the hell Mas! I am sad to see my granddaughter and daughter-in-law like this!!! Their condition like this reminds me of my daughter's late home." murmured Ms. Aini, upset but suddenly sad again.

"That's it, baby!!! Don't be like that! Pity Dhana if she hears it. Come on, let's go there! Sit with Dhana and ask their condition." replied Mr. Aidi, calming while persuading.

Ms. Aini nodded obediently, wiping away the tears that soaked her face in one second, walking with her husband to sit back on the sofa, approaching the son who saw her with a smile.

"How are you doing, son? You're okay, aren't you? Your mas story last night almost made Mother hang." said Ms. Aini, gently rubbing the son's face.

"So Mom and Dad knew everything?" dhana asked, looking at the two alternately.

Mr. Aidi and Ms. Aini nodded in unison, putting on countless anxious faces.

"Dad same mother don't worry. Dhana is fine and all this is thanks to that beautiful Dhana boy. He was the one who saved Dhana from death and he was the one who managed to save Al from Gibran's shot until it ended here" Dhana said, commenting on a smile, relieved.

"Then how are they doing, son?" ask Mr. Aidi who turned towards the bed.

"Wulan's fine, Dad. But Mala.." replied Dhana who hung the greeting.

"Mala why Dhana?" ask Ms. Aini.

Dhana sighed heavily, turning to the bed of the wife for a moment until finally the explanation of Doctor Ali last night should he tell back to his father and mother. Making Pak Aidi and Bu Aini stunned, turning towards the daughter-in-law. It turns out that life experiences are bitter, not only experienced by his family. There are people out there who suffer more, making it hard, walking on wheels that are always spinning.

Sometimes below and sometimes above, sometimes loved and sometimes hated, sometimes smooth and sometimes stuck, sometimes needed and sometimes forgotten. But such is the picture of life in this temporary world. All coexist, there are positives and there are negatives, there are right and there are left, there are men and there are women. All live on the path of provision of the Creator of immortality.

"Hopefully after this Mala's attitude changed for the better on Wulan." said Pak Aidi who was no less grateful.

Dhana breathed a sigh of relief, the immeasurable gratitude was also felt by his father and mother, adding to the increasingly excited mood, can't wait to quickly accompany the wife to do psychotherapy and see the results that will certainly have an impact on her daughter.

"Aamiiiin. I hope, Dad, Mom."

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"Mr Gibran did not ask Mrs Kinan to go after her to Singapore."

In the living room, Bram now comes back to Kinan who is relaxing, telling something related to the intention of the husband. Making Kinan frown in wonder, seeing Bram who remained standing without wanting to sit even though it was allowed by the wife of the master. There was still time left to persuade the master's wife, using Zivana's neat, more refined plan without arousing suspicion.

"Why did it suddenly change?"

"Sir wants to go home because he says his body is not well, Madam."

Kinan gasped, hearing the health of the husband who was disturbed in the land of people, without relatives or close friends there, successfully made a stroke of anxiety beautiful hijab and soft woman radiated on his face. Make him rush to reach for the phone, about to contact someone who might be able to help Gibran. However, after busy contacting people who might be able to help the husband, Kinan's face actually increasingly looks agitated.

"What's wrong, madam? Madam called who?" bram asked, looking curious.

"I contacted some of Mas Gibran's friends in Singapore. They said that Mas Gibran was sick and wanted to go home, even Mas Gibran also had time to contact them to postpone their meeting. But how could Mas Gibran go home in such a sick state?" kinan, panic, anxiety.

Bram flinched, choosing to bow his head, hiding a sharp grin engraved clearly on his face, glancing towards the rungs of the stairs where there was the master's daughter standing watching everything.

"I'll catch up with Mas Gibran!!! Please Mr. Bram stop Mas Gibran's return. I'll go there without Zivana and I'll have Mr. Bram look after my daughter as long as I'm gone!" kinan hatch.

"Okay Madam." replied Bram, pleased.

Kinan walked up, stepped quickly up to the top floor where his room was, getting ready to catch up with his husband immediately. After a few minutes, Kinan came out, carrying a large suitcase and approached Bram who was still there.

"Sir Bram doesn't need to drive me!!! I'll take a taxi." Kinan said, firmly.

"Good Mistress. This is the flight ticket of the Madam." replied Bram, stalling the plane ticket to Singapore on the wife of the employer.

"I'll take Zivana, sir!" kitah Kinan's.

"Good Mistress. Madam be careful." replied Bram who bowed his head.

Kinan nodded, leaving as he pulled the suitcase out of the house, followed by Bram who wanted to make sure that his master's wife was actually leaving for Singapore.

"Our plan worked, Mr. Bram!!!"

Bram turned his head quickly, looking at Zivana who came out after the taxi the mother drove away from the gate of the house.

"After Mother got there, Mr. Bram should get ready to receive babble from Mother and convince Mother that Papa is really there." slurping Zivana.

"How is Non?" ask Bram.

Zivana sneered cunningly, impatiently wanting to do the next plan against the mother, tricking the mother if the father really was in Singapore.

"Pak Bram just said that Papa was going to a meeting with a client. Then play out the next plan. Mr Bram got it?"

Bram nodded obediently, leaving after Zivana's initial plan was successful and successfully led the mother to leave.

"Zivana's sorry, Mother. But Mommy is over-regulating Zivana's life and Zivana doesn't like to be organized by others like Mommy!"

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"What do you want to report?"

In front of the Police figure, a figure of a man dressed neatly like an office worker who was sitting straight, his hands outstretched, giving a large brown envelope to the Police. I don't know what the contents are, making the Police in front of him was interested in reaching up to open the big brown envelope.

"I have evidence that the child named Bimantara was wrong in the case of the kidnapping of twins, sir!!!" said the man dressed neatly and strappingly.

The policeman shook his head, looking one by one at the photos inside the large envelope.

"My brother is innocent in the kidnapping case, sir. He was framed by a boy named Bimantara! This boy had a grudge against the twins, so he had taken advantage of the situation for his plan." said the well-dressed man, he said.

"But your brother is also proven guilty!!! He nearly killed another person by throwing him on the train tracks when the train was about to cross. So your sister can't just be free with a security deposit. We will investigate the case and look for the child named Bima as the second suspect after Gibran!!!" the policeman replied with a tone of affirmation.

The man nodded weakly, as if saddened by the decision of the Police who could not fulfill his request. Making the well-dressed man leave, get out of the Police station before disguising himself as the younger brother of Gibran, the police kissed, rush towards the car, unlocking the disguise attribute that had worked.

"Be prepared Milky! Soon you will take the place of Mr. Gibran in the prison cell. In the meantime, Mr. Gibran will be out tonight from here!"

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