The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 97 ~ Absurd Couple Action

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"It turns out Damar is the grandson of a murderer!!!"

Damar sat dumbstruck, bowing his head that felt heavy, remembering something that became the origin of the problem, the grudge of the family's past the owner of the school that turned out to have something to do with the family of the mother. The figure that should be known gently as the figure of a grandmother actually killed someone who is innocent, creating endless grudges, ended long and involved loved ones.

Aiziel, Aifa'al and Shahal-Shahil were stunned, staring at the brother who was grieved, knowing the truth that was not yet worth hearing. It can break down mentally, even trauma in the future.

"It's all happened, Damar. And that happened a long time ago. We cannot change the past. Let the time pass and you don't have to regret it." said Aiziel, calming the brother.

"Mas Ziel is right, Dik!!! Perhaps at that time, your grandmother was caliph. You've heard your papi's story, haven't you? Problems that start because of love, if not ended happily, will surely end in disaster. When love is rejected, the knife acts!!!" timpal Syahal, help calm Damar.

Aifa'al let out a faint snort, yet could still be heard by the looking Syahal, capturing the intimidating glare from the mas, making him shudder in horror. Fishing for shahil's oddity that saw the streak of fear on the face of his twin when the mas was giving action. While Aiziel only shook her head, amused at Syahal's fond expression.

"It's all just the past, Damar! Not only are you surprised, but we are all too. But we all can't do anything. Everything has happened even when we were not born into this world. So you don't have to think about that anymore" Aiziel said, reassuring her sister.

"You know, whatever the Anty Mala family may be, you're still our sister! So never feel alone, sister!"

The head that had been bowed limp since earlier, as if getting an injection of spirit, looked at the middle mas who was either conscious or not when saying that. Fishing a smile Aiziel, Damar and Syahal-Shahil. Meanwhile, Aifa'al was still at home looking down, wrapped around the grass that he had made as a focal point at the moment of awkwardness, but it seemed that Aifa'al had not noticed the warm gazes of mas and his three siblings who were moved.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" aifa'al asked, finding meaningful gazes from her siblings and firstborn.

"Mas Al is so cool!!!" syahal answered, extending both thumbs of his hand.

"What's so cool?" ask Aifa'al, astonished.

"Your words, Al." replied Aiziel.

"Which sentence is Mas?" ask Aifa'al.

Aiziel chuckled, shaking her head the effects of being anxious at the youngest sister's behavior, making her sure that the younger brother had changed. Fishing the crunchy hardness of Syahal-Shahil who heard it, but successfully made Aifa'al confused.

"Thank you" said Damar.

"For what?" ask Aifa'al, astonished.

"Everything." replied Damar, smiling.

Aifa'al shuddered, shrugged both shoulders in response to the brother's gratitude, turned again to the grass that was still wrapped around his hand, lowered his head, hiding a smile that was engraved but reluctant to be shown.

"We're in again, aren't we?" ask Aiziel.

"Agreed Mas! Who knows if Adek is conscious!!!" answer the Shahil who raised his voice.

"Come!!!" exclaimed Aifa'al, move.

Damar breathed a heavy sigh, followed his four dads who walked hand in hand in front, trying to forget the family's dark past, allowing time to erase him. Instantly the name of the sister just crossed, making him think, whether the sister can accept the dark reality? I don't know, for sure the question successfully disturbed the peace of heart and soul Damar.

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"M-mas Ammar, M-mas Ronald..."

Sadha and Vanny looked at each other, not believing the figure they had always avoided since yesterday, covering up the problems that were happening and until now was still in the process of solving. Meanwhile, Ammar and Doctor Ronald throw one another a glance, seeing Sadha and Vanny's shocked expressions.

"It looks like they didn't hear our conversation, Am!!!" doctor Ronald whispered, glancing at Sadha and Vanny.

"Hopefully!" answer Ammar.

Ammar and Doctor Ronald stepped up, approaching Sadha and Vanny in a panic, nudging each other as if asking one of them to answer all the questions that were thrown from Ammar's lips.

"M-mas Ammar what are you doing here?" satha asked, suddenly nervous mixed with fear.

"It should be me who asked that question!!! What are you guys doing here?" ammar answered, throwing a question back.

Sadha and Vanny look at each other again, suddenly pias for fear if the wrong answer that can raise the suspicion of Ammar. Making the two confused, suddenly silent a thousand languages.

"Why are you quiet?" ask Ammar.

"W-we want to see a fellow worker who is sick, Mas. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" sadha answered, turning quickly towards the wife.

"I-iya, Brother. Mas Sadha is right." chimpal Vanny, confirming Sadha's answer.

"Is it really like that?" ask Ammar.

Sadha and Vanny nodded in unison, putting on a face as calm as possible even though cold sweat had flooded Sadha's face, making Vanny even more agitated.

As Ammar drew closer, he stared fixedly at his two younger brothers who looked pale with anxiety. The more clingy, clingy and clingy, inviting the naughtiness of Doctor Ronald who saw it since. Until finally, the laughter of Ammar and Doctor Ronald, who was restrained, echoed. Sadha and Vanny look at each other in confusion.

"You don't have to cover it anymore! I already know everything. What you want to look at right now is Mala and Wulan, right?" said Ammar, holding amused to see the faces of the two who were bent in confusion.

"M-mas knows everything?" ask Sadha.

"Have it!!! You and Dhana are selfish!!! Not involving Mas in your difficult times!!! You think this is old? Can't fight criminals with the silat that Mas has like before?" said Ammar, venting annoyance at the sister.

"Why are you angry at Sadha?" sudang Sadha, upset to get a prank from Ammar that makes him hang.

"Mas is not angry. I just want to test your mental state. It turns out that from the past until now, you were not good at lying well. Just asked a few questions, you have a memory." replied Ammar, laughing at his sister.

Sadha terjangkat, got a death pinch from the wife when she heard a soft whistle coming out of her mouth for the firstborn mas. Accompanied by an intimidating glare, making him unflattering. Ammar was laughing. Seeing the anxiety streak on Sadha's face that is still visible, showing a sense of annoyance the effects of the heart that almost jumped out.

"So Ammar already knows?" ask Vanny.

"It's the Deck." replied Ammar, smiling.

"Sorry, sister." said Vanny, feeling guilty.

"It's okay. Brother is very understanding of your situation. What matters is that you are all well and safe" replied Ammar, reassuring his sister-in-law.

Vanny nodded, confirming the words of the sister-in-law. Glancing at the husband who was still silenced, no longer wrinkled after getting a hot pinch on the waist from his absurd hand.

"Yes, then Mas and Mas Ronald said first. We have to go back to the hospital. You guys just go in!!! Father, Mother, Dhana, Imam and children are inside this moment." timpal Ammar, patting Sadha on the shoulder before moving on.

"Be careful!!!" exclaim Sadha.

Ammar nodded, stepping wide into the parking lot with Doctor Ronald walking beside him, leaving the two absurd couples who were still silent, but their eyes still stole each other's eyes.

The plot!

Sadha was further wounded, worse than the previous one, and got the absurd tantrum of his beloved wife for the second time.

"Darling... Why are you?" said Sadha, holding the arm that was the target of the bar-bar hand tantrums of the wife.

"Why are you? Why talk like that? That brother Ammar is my brother-in-law!!! Don't you dare call my sister-in-law like that!!! Ammar is not young anymore, but he still looks brave and certainly brave!" vanny said, pointing firmly at Sadha's face.

"But he's my brother!!! It's up to me dong!!!" sudang Sadha, amused to see Vanny's behavior.

"If I were Ammar, I would have removed your name from the family card!!! You bad brother! There is no morality!!!" sulk Vanny who was careless then went first, let the husband.

Sadha chortled, anxious as she looked at the demeanor of her beloved wife, turning the pain in her arms into a big smile, she said, seeing the wife who was walking first towards the main door of the hospital, made her daydream.

"Mas... do you want to stay there, or will you sleep on the porch tonight??? Come fast!!!"

The shrieking of Vanny's voice spread daydreams, making Sadha shake her head, anxious to hear the absurd threat of the wife who was bar-bar from childhood. Taking him running, following the wife who was standing in the main doorway, waiting for a hand that could never be left unturned, signifying that the white hand was not able to swing alone, need someone to hold him until they get into the hospital together.

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"Sir Bram, please help me, sir."

The sunlight is rising. It was at the top, then moved down the shaft, following the course it should be, following the natural Creator's command that the task of illuminating the earth would be completed for today. Emitting a beautiful tinge of ink scratches, forming a matchless beautiful painting. Being able to pamper every eye, seeing how great the power of God.

Such a scene is only enjoyed by those who admire the beautiful and beautiful universe, grateful for all the blessings that God has bestowed. But not with the figure of a man who is currently busy struggling with a cellphone, talking via phone with a person who is suspected is Bram, walking back and forth like an iron, like an iron, staring anxiously at the expanse of orange sky that is increasingly radiating beautifully.

"I'll help you, Bimantara!!! Come to Mr Gibran's Apartment when the night is getting late!!! Make sure, no one is following you again like yesterday!!! Me and Mr Gibran will be waiting!" bram's answer sounded heavy.

"p-sir Gibran? Wasn't Mr Gibran in a prison cell?" bima asked, shocked when the name was called.

"You don't have to ask too many questions! Just come or you won't be able to survive the police chase!!!" tukas Bram, threatening Bima from across the phone.

Bima choked, holding back the tightness that increasingly whack when he heard the name of the Police, making him more anxious and anxious if the Police will immediately arrest him.

"Well!!! I will obey orders! Thank you very much, Mr. Bram."

Bima let out a heavy sigh, disconnecting the phone without waiting for an answer from the person across there. Then bring yourself to rush into the toilet, wash your face that looks riled up. Anxiety and fear are now one, it is unthinkable at all if the situation will be this bad, involved in the affairs of the Police which will certainly be long.

"No!!! I can't be caught by the police!!! If Mr. Gibran can escape from the pursuit of the Police, then I must also be able to! I don't want to go to jail! I don't want to!!! And that will never happen!!!"

A huffed and wet face lifted up, staring at the reflection nanar self from the mirror, making a flash of the image of the twins who had disturbed his calmness flashed, dancing seems to hold the answer to a very far off act.

"Aarrrggghhhhh!!! Why is everything so fucked up like this? The old man should have been able to finish them off without having to get involved in the police business!"

Bima growled furiously, resisting the turmoil of anger that erupted, cursing himself sloppy, easily influenced to end up being subordinate to the owner of the former school because of a grudge. Make him not think long in acting, rash in making decisions that end up plunging.

"You must calm down, Bima! Calm down!!! Mr. Gibran will definitely protect you, because you are his men!!! If you get caught, then Mr. Gibran will definitely get caught as well. The old man, will not give the police space to arrest him and his men. You must be sure of that, Bima!!! You will definitely be fine, as long as that old man can still be released from the Police!"

Bima continued to rumble, dismissing the endless fear that came to envelop the heart, disturbing the new calm he got a few hours before meeting with Aifa'al last night, successfully making him not calm, he said, he remembered a crime he had never committed before.

But soon after, a smile Bima rose when the name of someone who already knew everything crossed his head, feeling very confident that the figure would definitely help him.

"Zivana, she can help me."

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