The Destiny of the Mute Girl

Episode 134 ~ Revenge Blow

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"Y...! Open the door, Pa...! Papa..!"'s chat...!"

What you want to say, rice has become porridge and will not be able to become rice again. The cries of regret reverberated, filling the roof of Zivana's silent room, watching how disappointed and hurt she was now, getting treatment that was not as good as it used to be from a man with the title of a father.

"Papa...! Open door...! Zivana is not a beast that Papa could arbitrarily parentheses and Papa bridles forcibly like this! Oh...! Open door...! Oh...!"

Two hours passed after a heated argument and debate between him and his father. Making the beautiful young girl but evil and arrogant must receive a punishment that she should not get from the papa.

There was no answer from Gibran, making Zivana growl even more disappointed, hitting several innocent door leafs in this matter. You know, what Gibran did to even his own daughter?

Gibran who was angry and carried away by emotion, locked Zivana in his room, even Gibran's actions did not deserve to be called confinement, but shut. Visible from both hands Zivana are tied firmly, crossed back and make it difficult to take anything. Striking doors? Of course the girl used the strength of her legs, trying to call even plead to the papa who ignored her.

"Bad father...!" zivana exclaimed, before the girl finally chose to shut up.

The cry of the princess was heard in Gibran's ears who was deliberately sitting in the living room, chin-faced and lethargic, his eyes glaring. The cry of the princess who roared hysterically made her heart sizzle. The heart of a father who can lock his own daughter.

But back to the sentence at the beginning, that rice has become porridge. Everything has happened and must be resolved according to plan. A deep grudge must be completed, for the sake of peace of heart, living the future. Make him have to act hard on the princess who began to dare to fight him, after knowing all the lies that had been stored neatly and guarded.

Gibran walked quickly to his room, leaving Zivana's room he had been guarding ever since the quarrel ended. After arriving in the room, the man grabbed a cell phone on the nightstand, then contacted someone.

Tut...!

Tut...!

Tut...!

Gibran snorted furiously, throwing his phone on the bed forcefully. Not getting an answer from the figure he contacted, really made him more annoyed and annoyed. Unlike usual, the figure who had always been obedient to the order had now disappeared without any news. Who her?

"Where is Bram? Since last night I tried to contact the boy, but his phone was always off! Last time, I called in the afternoon. Is his sister still sick? But didn't Bram say that his sister was okay, and could even be taken home???"

Gibran rubbed his head violently, as well as his mind and heart that was being broken into pieces after a big fight with his own daughter. His eyes squinted for a moment, trying to neutralize emotions, thinking hard what are the possibilities that will occur in his plan, including the existence of Bram.

"Bram...! Just watch out if you dare to betray me! Where are you at the moment? When Dimas and his crew were doing errands with my man, you disappeared, no trace of news! Your behavior like this is not your habit, Bram...!"

As soon as Gibran's sneaky grin is painted, making his real handsome face become so sinister, that even the demons are less likely to see it, it turns out that in the human world there are even more evil even more sadistic than them, such was the thought of the herd of demons inhabiting the remote Villa.

"It looks like my plans that Dimas and the gangs are going through are going well! I'm already impatient, wanting to witness the tears of Mala's sorrow and suffering!"

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"You want what!?"

The big man also grinned, looking at Aifa'al with his eyes that were no less sharp and creepy. His big hand had now been raised, ready to grab Wulan's hand, dragging him sadistically according to his young boss' crossroads. But don't underestimate Aifa'al's burly hands that are much more nimble and powerful, trying their hardest to hold the creepy black man's big hand. It's a big body, black anyway, looks like the author is too much.

What about Wulan now? Of course frightened, his body was restrained by Aifa'al's hand from the front, locking him tightly so that no one could take him away unkindly. While Shahal-Shahil, Damar and Rainar rushed down as well in the end, grabbing Wulan's body to immediately protect them together from the big black man.

"Did your ears no longer work? Should I repeat my boss's word? You better hand over that beautiful little girl! In addition to being the captive of our big boss, the little girl can also be made our dinner later!" said the big man very lightly.

Aifa'al's blood boiled intensely for a moment, hearing the sinister black man's big-bodied words in his absolute likeness, harassing the younger brother right before his eyes right now. Indeed, the look on Aifa'al's face was already flushed red, holding back the flames of rage that was ready to explode, spitting hot smoke with the larvae that would kill all of his rivals.

The clenched hand that had been clenched strong since then finally floated up as well, landing right on the belly of the big black man to make the man stagger and fall. While Dimas and the gangs were surprised, seeing the man who was said to be strong and tough, fell just because of Aifa'al. Inviting a faint rarity that came out of the mouth of Syahal, Damar and Rainar who also watched. But not with the Shahil who increasingly tighten his hands on the tiny body of the sister.

"Boss...! Boss is it okay?"

One of the big boys rushed over to the leader who fell down, too, withstanding the pain in his distended stomach from the raw blow from a boy whose body was much smaller than that of the big man. Make the look of his shy face can not be covered anymore.

"Help me up! Hurry along!" yell that guy.

"Every Boss.." replied the man.

"Based on a brat!" the big man nodded and got up with difficulty.

"More rude who? Lo or me? How dare you abuse my sister! You're tired of living, huh!" aifa'al.

The man snorted furiously, like a bull ready to ram its prey in plain sight. While Aifa'al stood firm, challenging the big man gallantly, blocking anyone who dared to take a step forward to force Wulan away from him. Never will Aifa'al let it, dying is a big risk.

"Who else would dare to go forward? Lo? Lo? Lo? Or even lo, Dimas Pandawa? Go lo!" aifa'al exclaimed in anger, pointing at his many rivals.

Dimas snorted, cursing at the man whose body was praised as big and strong, but whose guts shrank when he got a raw bogeman from the hand of a snot boy.

"If you're gentle, we're a one-on-one duel! If you lose, get out of this place! But if you win..."

"Gue want you to leave that mute to me! Hows it? Fair enough for us, isn't it?"

Aifa'al smiled obliquely, turning for a moment towards his sisters especially Wulan who was in the close embrace of Shahil there, making his spirit fire more provoked, especially Wulan, instinct as a brother in his soul increasingly spread in the veins, want to quickly end all this, save the souls of his brothers who are being threatened, especially the frightened sister, Wulan.

"Your desires will never be realized, Dimas Pandawa!"

"We'll see, Aifa'al Maryandi!"

With a grin that is equally sharp, razor blades that have two sides, equally sharp even equally capable of killing people who use it. Aifa'al and Dimas moved forward, having given the codes to their respective groups. With just a lightning glance, Aifa'al successfully gave the important code to his younger siblings who continued to see it. While Dimas, without giving any code, all his crew members already know what their captain will do.

A fierce life-threatening fight has taken place, celebrated by all the Dimas onion cubs who call out his name with passion, in the presence of a large man. While Syahal-Shahil, Damar and Rainar who saw it incessantly said, praying in heart that Aifa'al won against Dimas who was very cruel. What about Wulan? The girl sobbed, watching Aifa'al fight in order to protect her from Dimas' madness and Gibran's cruelty somewhere.

With great difficulty Syahal, Shahil and Damar pacified the troubled Wulan, his hands constantly pointing towards Aifa'al, as if asking all his mas to stop the dangerous fight.

"So calm, honey. Mas Al would have been able to, if only to defeat Dimas. I know Mas Al very well. He is very strong and unyielding." said Shahil, gently rubbing the back of the sister.

"Aass. aa... aass.." said Wulan.

"Wulan. Hopefully Mas Al can defeat the man and we can all get away from them" Rainar said, calming the friend.

"Yes, Deck. Mas also believes, if Mas Al can certainly defeat Dimas, even his brat at once. Adek do not forget, that the science of Mas Al silat is very great. Yea?" timpal Damar, reassure his brother.

"Mas Al will not be defeated, Dek. Except, if Dimas and his bridal party were cheating!" timpal Syahal who was originally excited but...

The plot!

"Why are you Shahil?" suduk Syahal, when his arm gets hot from his twin sister.

"What the hell! Instead of calming Adek, talk like that!" shahil Exclamation.

Syahal clucked in annoyance for a moment, then gently stroked the head of Wulan who was standing by his side, flanked by Shahil while Damar and Rainar stood by his side. But Wulan remained unmoved, staring at the nanar towards Aifa'al who was struggling desperately for her sake.

The last hard blow that managed to land smoothly, made one of the reliable fighters fall down, touching the ground with a face that was far from okay. Who's the loser?

"That blow is new to Shahil! Because you had raided him, when he wanted to find me! That little punch was nothing to you that was too cruel!!!"

Stumped dimas, inching backwards. Holding his chest that felt tight due to punch after punch super strong Aifa'al hand. While Aifa'al walked forward, approaching Dimas who was away from him.

The shahil who heard the words of the mas was also stalling a smile, not expecting that the mas remembered the incident at that time. Where Bima and Dimas and the onion gnawed at him until battered, until Damar and Wulan came to his rescue.

"That punch is for me! Because you have dared to use my motorbike when I overslept, the effect of Bima's sleeping pills! And by the way, you used my bike to kidnap my two sisters, then made me the scapegoat of all your cunning plans, Bima and Gibran! It's barbaric lo, Dim!" Aifa'al.

"That's not my plan! That's Bima's job!" sergas Dimas, trying to get up but unable to hold his stomach.

Aifa'al grinned, continuing to slowly advance, while Dimas inched. When one of the scallions of his motorcycle gang was about to step forward, wanting to help his new captain, Aifa'al looked up quickly, drawing his murderous gaze towards Dimas' onion, even toward the three big men whose guts were shrunk by Aifa'al. Making them all fixated, not daring to fight against the figure of Aifa'al.

"And this punch, for Damar! Because you have dared to kidnap and hold him! You even once hit him in front of Bima's top school! Because of you, my sister's life was almost lost! If at that time Damar I did not find, maybe your life now that I will withdraw! You hear that...!" aifa'al said, staring intently at the wounded Dimas.

"okay Al! I admit defeat! Forgive Al...!" exclaimed Dimas, could no longer face Aifa'al who was very violent if he was angry.

"Ck! No mercy to you!" exclamation Aifa'al.

"And that's probably the last blow from me, to Wulan, my little sister! Because you, already dare to kidnap, captivate, and terrorize him! Then now, you brought those three big guts who didn't have the guts to harass my sister! Depraved! The most depraved man I have ever known, Dim!!! Now... lo get out of here!!! Tell big boss Lo, if he wants to take Wulan, step over my corpse!"

Dimas was flabbergasted, not expecting Aifa'al's immense bravery, daring to challenge the cunning and deceitful Gibran just for the sake of protecting his sister, making Dimas' guts growl in a moment. Meanwhile, Syahal, Shahil, Damar, Rainar and Wulan breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Aifa'al who finally won.

Dimas who was helpless to move also called one of his puppies, until some of them moved and helped Dimas stand up. Hurry up to get out of here before the starving male lion roars back, asking for more food.

Dor's!

The sound of an explosion from a pistol-shaped firearm slid right at the key target, making everything shortened in shock, then leading their eyes to circulate.

"Aass. aa...!"

"Buck...!"

Shahal-Shahil, Damar, Rainar and Wulan were suffocating at the same time, looking at the middle mas who was standing firmly in front of him, and now fell to the ground with blood. Making them rush off, approaching Aifa'al who grimaced in pain holding onto his leg which was the target of the shot.

While Dimas was smiling obliquely, satisfied when the eyes found the figure who was the helper of his plan today. The figure that must have been very influential in this story, fishing for another sneaky grin, saw the figure that came suddenly. Who her?

"You came at the right time, sir!"

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