The Destiny of the Mute Girl

Episode 147 ~ Empty Building

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"Take them down! Hurry...!"

After traveling not too far from the location of the empty house, now Gibran and his men who numbered five large men had arrived somewhere. Seen before the eyes, a building high enough to claw at the sky, but looks deserted like a grave. Uninhabited let alone the light of the lamp, it is creepy when seen in the thick midnight like tonight.

"Deliver! Release us! What losers!" rumi, Serkas, continues to rebel strongly so that he can be separated from Gibran's men.

Wulan was just silent, not that she did not want to fight or rebel like Rumi, but it was her self-limitation that made the little girl who had a bad destiny to be silent. Only his eyes spoke, expressing fear mixed with resentment and anger that erupted in the heart, while giving a sharp look at the rival mami who continued to demand revenge. While Gibran was grinning, aware of the sharp gaze Wulan gave him, without any more fear.

Plaque!

Cruel even inhuman at all that four-headed-year-old man. With his strength as an adult man, Gibran lightly slapped the innocent little girl's cheek, the girl who knew nothing about her past grudges on the mami, leaving Wulan staggered. Maybe if the little girl's hand wasn't held by Gibran's men, the girl would fall down. While Rumi who saw it grew furious, looked at Gibran who was just grinning happily.

"Remember Mr Gibran! You have a daughter, don't you? Someday, the deeds you did to Wulan tonight will turn on your daughter!!!" rumi said, no longer able to hold the heart that is burning with the fire of great anger.

"Oh yeah? Unfortunately that will never happen in the life of the daughter of the powerful Gibran Athaariq!" gibran replied with a satisfied grin.

"You're overconfident, Mr. Gibran!!! Until you forget something, there is still sky!!! So you don't get cocky first! Because that arrogant person will end up wretched later!" concluded Rumi, restrain emotions.

"Rumi, Rumi...! Since then you can only lecture, lecture and lecture only! Are there no other activities besides lectures? Or do you realize that your age will not be long because of your hard disease? And by lecturing me, can you collect a lot of rewards to get you into heaven? Is that your intention, Rumi?" gibran said, faintly staring at Rumi.

Rumi was silenced, hearing Gibran's insults that successfully tore through the recesses, to leave scars, remembered with his severe illness. While Wulan who saw the change in the look of Rumi's face also shed tears, not bear to see Rumi who is actually fragile with his illness must get a harsh insult in the form of words from a bad man like the former owner of his school.

"Why silence? That means my words are right, right? Hahahaha.and to you, beautiful mute girl. Tonight and here, I will show you a surprise! He had to watch his beloved daughter, die, fall from the top of the building clawing at the sky! Haha...!"

Gibran chuckled loosely, looking at Wulan's pajoled face with his sweaty lips and tears. While Wulan was unmoved, his eyes were perfectly rounded when he heard Gibran's words that would clearly threaten his life.

"Bring them up!" exclaim Gibran.

"Good Boss!" answer Gibran's men.

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"Assynn...!"

The thick of the night seemed to not discourage the intention to continue to act, doing something that could help to save the lives of loved ones. No matter how cold the night breeze pierced through the skin, touching the bones that were actually already moaning from feeling very tired. But the mind that can not be calm continues to haunt, imagining if the sister will experience life-threatening things.

Chequek!

The dark brown door leaf was finally opened, showing the beautiful figure of the owner of the house who still wears a hijab, indicating that the figure had not slept even though the night turned increasingly round.

"Damar, Aifa'al.." said the owner of the house.

"I'm sorry if we bother Bu Kinan." Damar replied, smiling disdainfully and clumsily.

"It's okay, Damar. Please come in first! You must be cold! I'll make some warm tea for you guys." said Kinan who walked in, and was about to head for the kitchen.

"No need, Mom. We're just for a little while." - Aifa'al, don't want to linger.

"Then sit down!" exclamation Kinan.

Aifa'al and Damar nodded faintly, walking closer to the sofa of Kinan's living room. The curious Kinan sat down with Damar and Aifa'al.

"What's up Damar? Why did you and your brother come to Mom's house at midnight like this?" ask Kinan, astonished.

"Wulan and Aunt Rumi were kidnapped by Mr. Gibran's men, ma'am!" lang Damar, straight.

"What's? When's? Why is it Damar?" sahut Kinan, surprised to hear the news of Damar.

"When and why Damar can happen alone also do not know for sure, ma'am. But what Damar knows now, Papi and Mami are looking for Wulan with Pakde, Paklik, and Mas Ziel. Mr. Bram also came because Aunt Rumi was also a victim." Damar explained, telling Kinan all.

"Then why did you come here? Just the two again! Does your family know that you came here?" ask Kinan, astonished.

"Damar wants to take Mom to come after Papi!" damar replied, daring to look into Kinan's eyes.

Kinan was silent for a moment, considering Damar's invitation that seemed sudden, it would also be very dangerous if they came along.

"Bu Kinan must know the man's weakness!" timpal Aifa'al, finally opened his voice.

"Mom would, but this is a danger for you!!!" kinan replied, ascertaining the intentions of both.

"Danger if all that remains left, then everything can never be finished! We have to fight Bu Kinan's ex-husband!" concluded Aifa'al, furious.

"Then what about your parents? They must be worried that you are here without asking permission" Kinan said, worried.

"Our parents' problem, let us think about it later! Bu Kinan need not worry." replied Damar, reassuring.

"Important Ms. Kinan is ready! Otherwise, just let me and Damar catch up to Uncle Dhana!" exclaim Aifa'al, firmly.

Kinan sighed heavily, his intention was to stop the crime from her ex-husband which was very outrageous, even his own child was also held captive. Coupled with the sudden arrival of Damar and Aifa'al, he invites her to join Team Dhana.

"Good! Mom will come with you! But how do we know where your papi is, Damar?" said Kinan, only realized that the position of Dhana and others is difficult to know.

"Bu Kinan just calm down. Uncle Dhana left in my daddy's car, and the GPS of my daddy's car was connected to the GPS on my phone." said Aifa'al, who showed his phone.

"Thank God, then let's go right now! I also have to help Zivana out of her papa madness!" exclamation Kinan.

Aifa'al and Damar looked at each other happily, the effort they made was not in vain. Then they moved on, following Kinan's step towards the terrace, into the car. While the Aifa'al motorbike was forced to be left at Kinan's house for the smooth operation of this quiet, dangerous action.

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Cietttt!

The speed of the car that was originally fast, was immediately forced to stop suddenly when the tracking device seen on the screen of the phone did not move anymore like that. Making Dhana who was driving the spring step on the brake pedal, until the car stopped suddenly right in front of a tall empty building. Not only Dhana, but Bram's car has also stopped.

"Why stop Dhana?" ask Ammar.

"Wulan GPS stopped at this place, Mas." replied Dhana, looking at the phone screen and then circulating her eyes all over.

"You sure Dhana?" ask Sadha.

"Related, Mas. Even Wulan's distance isn't too far from our current position." Dhana replied, continuing to circulate her eyes.

"Are you sure Mas?" ask Mala.

"I'm sure, honey. Our daughter is in this place." Dhana said, reassuring Mala.

Mala gave a heavy sigh, trying to dismiss her worries about the princess who now had no idea where her current position was.

"We better get down, Mas." said Mala.

"Mas agrees with Mala's idea!" exclaim Sadha.

"Yes, let's go down!" ammar.

Dhana nodded, rushing down following Ammar, Sadha, Mala and Aiziel without taking off the Imam's cell phone in his hand.

"Sir Dhana...!" suhut Bram, suddenly.

"What's the matter, Mr Bram?" ask Dhana.

"Mister Gibran's car is out there! Right in front of that empty building, sir!" bram replied, pointing at the building.

"So is Wulan here?" sadha asked, panicking at Bram's expression.

"Really, Sir. Look up at that building!" exclaimed Bram, pointing at the top of the building.

Ammar, Sadha, Dhana, Mala and Aiziel turned at once. Slightly looked up to see the figure of Gibran with his five men who were large, holding Wulan and Rumi. Making all eyes wide open perfectly, when looking at the position of Wulan on the edge of the building.

"Guaranto...!" peekik Mala, hysterical.

"Darling...be calm! Don't be rash!" dhana said, embracing Mala who was about to run to her daughter.

"Wulan, Mom! Wulan is up there!" sahut Mala, crying while pointing towards the top of the empty building.

"I know, honey. But we must not be reckless, otherwise Wulan's life will be threatened!" dhana said, calming Mala.

"Ziel has to save Adek, Uncle!" aiziel exclaimed, staring intently at Gibran who was on top of the tall building.

"Ziel...! Don't be rash!" ammar said, holding the arm of the emotional son.

"But Adek is in danger, Dad!" concluded Aiziel, pointing up there where the sister is on the edge of death.

"Daddy knows! But we have to use a plan! If you want to go up there and stop Gibran, the man can push your brother! You want that to happen to Wulan? Huh yeah?" ammar said he was trying to calm his son.

Aiziel was silent, her eyes still fixed on the top of the empty building, making her powerless to hold back tears that just broke. Same thing with Mala, sobbing in the deck of Dhana when he saw the princess was on the verge of death.

"Then what should we do, sir?" bram asked, venturing to ask even though his heart was no less anxious.

"Mas Ammar, Mas Sadha, and Ziel waited below. Let Dhana, Mala and Mr. Bram go up there. If something bad happens to Wulan, then you can help from below." said Dhana, still holding the wife.

"You sure Dhana? Gibran's men are pretty much a lot! I'm not sure you can face them all just with Bram!" sadha replied, knowing very well with his sister's martial skills.

"Mas will come with you, Dhana!!! As for Sadha and Ziel, you guys simply monitor and wait from below!!! If you stay down, you can call the police or do something else" Ammar said.

"Doing something else What do you mean?" shatha asked, not really understanding Ammar's intentions.

"At times Gibran can push Wulan, Sadha! And that's where you and Ziel work!" ammar exclaimed, in his heart it was very heavy to say the bad possibility that could happen to Wulan.

"Daddy wants Ziel and Paklik to catch Adek's body, if he falls down?" asked Aiziel, her eyes were round but dumbfounded to hear the bad guess of the daddy.

"We have to take into account the good and bad possibilities in this situation, right?" ask Ammar.

Mala's tears were getting broken, unable to imagine the terrible possibility that would happen to her little daughter up there. Sadha, Dhana, Aiziel and Bram were silent. Justifying all pre-expected Ammar in such a situation, where everything can happen without or by any calculation.

"We don't have time anymore, Dhana!!!" ammar said, trying to convince the sister.

"Alright, Mas. If that is the best way, then Dhana can only try and pray. Dhana believes Mas's suggestion will definitely work." replied Dhana, calm down.

"All right! Then Sadha and Ziel will prepare something below in anticipation of Mas's bad possibilities!" timpal Sadha, looking at Aiziel.

"Good idea, Sadha! The above matter leave it to Mas, Dhana, and Bram!!! For the matter below, Mas and Dhana wish you and Ziel big! That bad possibility can also apply to Rumi, if Gibran darkens his eyes from being angry with Bram's attitude" Ammar replied.

"Trust us all, Daddy!" timpal Aiziel, pat the shoulder of the daddy.

"Daddy will always trust you, son." replied Ammar, stroking the son's head.

Aiziel sighed heavily, as heavy as the heart that holds the mandate of the daddy to be able to save the soul of the younger brother, collaborating with the uncle, and the, work from below just in case the situation over there peaks starts getting out of control again.

"Let's go...!" exciting Dhana.

"Come on Dhana.." replied Ammar, sure.

Dhana, Mala and Bram nodded, stepping wide towards the empty building without making a sound alias by sneaking around. Although they were far enough away from Gibran's car and his men, Ammar, who was the head of the group, did not want to take risks before acting. They had to run silently, secretly so Gibran wouldn't know they had all gotten here.

"What should we do next Paklik?" aiziel asked, but his eyes were still on Ammar, Dhana, and Mala.

Sadha sighed rudely, calming the heart and mind that had been confused when she saw Wulan was on top of a tall building there.

"We have to make something, Ziel!!!"

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