The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 94 ~ Takes Time

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"Dim... Where are you?"

Morning began to dawn, the rays of the sun slowly crawled up, giving a sensation of heat to anyone who was outside the house. But not with Bima who is now breathing fresh air under the blazing sun that blinds the eyes, contacting friends who are somehow located.

"Gue at home. Here gih! Lonely mumpung. The house is also empty. Ordinary everyone else busy working except me." replied Dimas.

Bima let out a heavy sigh, as heavy as her mind that was in turmoil and agitation, making her unsettled since last night. Aifa'al's threat, successfully disturbed his heart.

"Yes already, I'm on the way!!!" exclamation Bima.

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"Where are all the people going?"

After waking up from a long sleep, the neat and handsome Damar circulates all over the place, looking for the existence of the opa, oma, paklik, and bulik. Making him careless, sitting on his own dining table chair, staring at the dishes presented in front of his eyes.

"Den Damar is awake, Den."

Damar turned his head, found Bi Iyah who came out of the back yard door of the house, put a broom in the kitchen before walking up to him who had a chin.

"Let's have breakfast, Den. He sent a message and asked Auntie to make breakfast. Let's just eat right away." said Bi Iyah who was busy arranging the dishes again.

"Indeed Opa same Oma go where Bi?" asked Damar who looked at Bi Iyah.

"Same father Mom's gone to the hospital, Den. Not long after that, Den Sadha and Non Vanny also wanted to go to the office. So they leave you all the same Auntie." replied Bi Iyah.

Damar sighed heavily, chin-faced again while staring lethargic at all the contents of the plate that had been held in front of him.

"Woi... bengong keep going!!!"

The shortest Damar, almost falling from the chair due to the loss of balance due to the great shock, clucked in annoyance as his eyes turned towards the back, looking back, looking at the four handsome men who finally woke up also from their long sleep and looked neat.

"Mas Syahal is getting dirty!!! You!!!"

Syahal chuckled, patted his sister's shoulder while landing on a chair, provoking laughter Aiziel and Shahil but still too clumsy for Aifa'al.

"Why are you lethargic Damar?" ask Aiziel.

"Opa same Oma went to the hospital but no one invited Damar!!!" murmur Damar, lethargic and annoyed.

"We'll catch up with them!" Aifa'al.

"No listen!!! If Mas Al's word has come out, it means we will go even though the rainstorm hit even once." said Syahal, teasing his twin sister.

"Mas Syahal lebay!" sudang Syahil's.

"That's not a fact, but a fact! Look, the look on Mas Al's face is flat and cold, right? That meant that no one could oppose his words. Isn't it Mas?" syahal.

"Shahil's right! You're more, Syahal!" aifa'al exclaimed, putting on a flat face, holding back the laughter that was about to erupt right now.

Aiziel, Shahil, and Damar chuckled loosely, making Syahal snort with annoyance as he reached for his unfilled dinner plate.

"Just keep laughing!!! So annoying! I think I've been wrong to praise people! The one who was praised even laughed!!! The proof is clear!!! Bima alone to not dare to fight Mas Al when under threat. It's my turn to give compliments, even laugh! It sucks!"

Syahal rattled, filling his empty plate with rice and side dishes, unaware of his words just now had provoked Damar's attention, provoking Aiziel's eyes, Aifa'al and Syahil to turn their heads.

"What's? Mas Al threatened Bima? When did Mas Al meet the son of a bitch? Why didn't I tell Damar?"

Aifa'al clucked with anxiety, staring at Syahal who seemed to have just realized the words of spontaneity from his mouth, making Aiziel and Shahil shake their heads, provoking Damar's emotions when he heard the name Bima mentioned among them.

"Mas accidentally met Bima last night!!! He was with Dimas and a girl, who Mas believed was his daughter Gibran!!!" Aifa'al.

Brak!

The sound of a table punch from Damar's hand echoed, shocking the four masses who were stuck, making him move from the chair, staring intently at Aifa'al who had lied to him.

"So that's why, why are you all late to get home? Why did Mas Al lie to Damar?" damar's angry.

Aifa'al let out a heavy sigh, clenching a strong hand, as strong as the emotion that burst out.

"Because I don't want you to be like this!" aifa'al said, no less fierce, moving by slamming a spoon in his hand.

Damar was stuck, his body slumped along with his lost emotions. Lost on hearing Aifa'al's words. While Aifa'al who was provoked by emotion was bowed, cursing himself for yelling at his sister, making him silent.

"I'm sorry Mas.." said Damar.

"You're not wrong! It's wrong!" exclaimed Aifa'al, moving away to the terrace of the house.

Damar was stunned, staring at the back of the middle mas who passed away, carrying emotions that still enveloped the heart.

"Let's see Mas Al!"

Syahil went on, reviewing the smile on Damar who was still silenced, feeling guilty for having prejudiced the middle mas, letting emotions rule himself, forgetting that Aifa'al was trying to improve all relationships.

"Dad is sorry, Mas." said Syahal.

"You're not wrong! We shouldn't have lied last night and told Damar that we had time to meet Bima." replied Aiziel, calming Syahal who felt guilty for her mouth concoction.

Syahal let out a long sigh, did not believe in all this, the intention of the heart wanted to joke even provoked emotions, really make a Shahal kapok.

"The room is too su'uzon on Mas Al, Mas. Mas Al has proven that he has changed. But Damar's attitude seemed to still not accept it." timpal Damar who bowed limp, lethargic.

"It's only natural that you're not used to it and can't accept Al yet. Since Al has been away from you and Adek, Al is indeed a temperament. The cold, the cuey, the ketus, the jutek and all the friends of that nature are in Al! And now he wants to change but it's not easy. It's not easy for Al and for those of us who aren't used to it. But you know, what did Al tell Bima?" aiziel said, calming the silent sister.

Damar looked up, looking at Aiziel and Syahal alternately and full of questions.

"Al threatened Bima so that the child would not disturb her sisters anymore!!! Al was also out of the boy's motorcycle. He did it for you, Adek, and Shahil so that Bima would not bother you anymore" Aiziel told her.

The limp body increasingly feels weak, making the guilt of Damar increasingly large.

"The room must apologize to Mas Al."

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"Is it that hard to change?"

Aifa'al muttered, rubbing his face and head that were originally handsome, suddenly chaotic due to the rise in emotions of the soul.

"The room needs time, Mas." said Syahil.

"When you change, is Damar like this? What about Adek?" aifa'al asked, looking towards her sister.

"Every one of us who wants to change, will definitely get a different response from the people around us, Mas." replied Shahil, smiling.

Aifa'al let out a heavy sigh, looking the other way, neutralizing the heart that had been overwhelmed by emotion for a moment. While Shahil, still sitting beside the middle mas, calms his still unstable heart.

"The room is sorry, Mas."

Aifa'al and Shahil gasped, finding the younger brother sitting at his feet, bowed down sorrowfully, feeling guilty. Followed by Aiziel and Syahal from behind, gasped to see Damar was struggling.

"But Damar was wrong, Mas." said Damar.

"Don't be a crybaby just because of a small problem! You are not angry! It is!!! Don't duck anymore! Subduing will only make you lose when facing the enemy." as far as Aifa'al, cupped Damar's face to bring him strapping back.

Damar nodded obediently, provoking the two corners of Aiziel, Syahal, and Shahil's lips uplifted together, seeing a heartwarming sight.

"Nobody wants to go with Uncle?"

Aiziel, Aifa'al, Syahal, Shahil and Damar turned their heads in unison, looking at the typical baritone voice of the uncle who had only appeared since returning from the hospital last night. While the uncle who was none other than the Imam, looked dashing and was ready to go to the hospital.

"Uncle has breakfast?" ask Aiziel.

"Not just breakfast, Ziel. Even Uncle also watched the live broadcast full of heartwarming drama that aired here." replied the Priest who chuckled crisply.

"Uncle.." said Aifa'al, clumsy.

"Lying for the good of a loved one is hard, Al. But you did your best. Choosing lies to keep your sister's emotions. It's good, but it's still wrong and don't repeat it again, son." cut the smiling Imam looking at Aifa'al.

"Uncle heard it?" Aifa'al.

"Everything!!! But Uncle is proud of you!!! Bima until not struggling when you threaten him and Uncle hope you can really protect all your sisters well. Because you and Ziel will be the protective shields for your brothers." replied the Imam, moved.

Aifa'al was stunned, finding the advice of the uncle who was able to concentrate his heart, making everything fall apart in a moment, justifying the advice of the uncle.

"Hey, why are you quiet? You guys don't want to see your anty and your sister in the hospital?" said the Imam, surprising his nephew.

"L-yes, Uncle.." answered the fifth, startled.

"Yes, come on!!!" exclaim Imam, spirit.

The wide steps taken by the Imam, walking in front of his five handsome nephews, stalling a smile when occasionally looking back, saw the expression of his five brothers-in-law's children still look awkward.

May Uncle still be given the opportunity to always accompany you. Heading the way is best according to Him because only you hope Uncle, if one day Uncle has to go after your onty. The Imam murmured in his heart.

They set off, together with Aiziel's car which was still parked in front of the house. Drive fast, down a crowded street. No one makes a sound. Clunky! The atmosphere on the way was very clumsy, until they finally arrived at the hospital.

"It's a good thing Uncle Dhana can still think clearly in a moment of panic, Uncle yes." said Aiziel, out of the car approaching Imam.

"Why is that like?" ask Damar.

"But you chose Medika hospital for fear that later your parents know our problem if we bring Adek and Anty Mala to the Central hospital" replied Aiziel.

"So Pakde did not know that Damar, Adek and Mas Al had been kidnapped?" ask Damar.

"If Pakde knows, his high blood can be crushed again, Damar." said Syahal-Shahil.

"Kh!!! Potang-about twins, even his compact to be carried everywhere! It sucks!" cebik Aifa.

Syahal-Shahil harrumphed amusedly, sneering at the middle mas who looked at him carelessly. Inviting the laughter of the Imam, Aiziel and Damar were watching their silliness.

"That's it!!! Don't think about it. Pakde you will know everything after this matter is well resolved. Now, let's go inside!" said Imam, calming.

The five handsome heroes nodded, moving from the position of following the uncle into the Medika hospital.

"Priest..."

The steps of the Imam came to a halt, bringing his eyes to immediately turn towards the familiar voice in his ears, making the Imam flabbergasted, forgetting that the figure who came calling his name was also working here.

"Mitha.." said the Imam, clumsy.

"Who's Uncle?" ask Syahil.

"He was Uncle's friend during college." replied the Imam, suddenly nervous and awkward.

"Friend or replacement for Onty Dhina?" whispered Aiziel who teased the uncle.

The priest clucked, anxious with the words of the eldest nephew which made him even more nervous. Not because of the appearance of Mitha, but because of fear if the doctor asked about her health condition.

"Who are they, Mama?" ask Mitha.

"Oh yes, they are all my nephews." replied the Imam, embracing his nephew.

"People all yes. Like his uncle." said Mitha, praising all five and the Imam.

A faint rarity was clearly heard in the ears of the Priest, making him even more agitated and anxious.

"Aiziel..It is better that you and your sisters go to the Wulan nursery first. Because Uncle wanted to talk to the doctor for a while" the Imam whispered.

"OK Uncle! But not for long! Onty Dhina will be jealous there!!!" aiziel replied, whispering, teasing the uncle.

The priest chuckled, increasingly made clumsy and anxious to see the attitude of Aiziel who was quite understanding with this situation. While Aiziel bergenggang go first, bring his sisters according to the decree of the uncle, go to the ward of Wulan.

"How are you doing?" ask Mitha.

"Well as you see." replied the Imam.

"But your face shows that you're not doing well, Mam!!!" sulang Mitha's.

"God, I'm fine. Don't worry too much about my health condition." replied the Imam, reluctant to see Mitha.

"We're going to my office first, right?" mitha.

"I can't! I have to see my brother who is being cared for here." replied the Imam, circulating his eyes of origin.

Mitha sighed harshly, astonished by the stubborn attitude of the friend. Not a friend, but a figure of a man who until this moment has managed to steal his heart.

"Don't torture yourself, Mam!"

"I'm not torturing! I was just waiting for my call time to come!!!"

"That's the same as you giving up before the war!!! Remember, the cancer that lives in your heart is stage three and it's not a light thing!"

The priest shook his head, kept his head down, reluctant to see let alone look into the eyes of the interlocutor. Making Mitha more furious, not believing that the old friend who was famous for being optimistic and unyielding, now turned into a pessimist.

"Whose liver cancer is stage three?"

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