The Destiny of the Mute Girl

Episode 84 ~ Railway

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"Where did Gibran take Mala?"

Dhana's troubled heart raved, continuing to drive the car following Gibran from behind, keeping a safe distance so that the man did not look back, suspecting his movements that followed since.

"Gibran.. It turns out my hunch about him didn't miss! Ever since the second meeting at the Cafe back then, his attitude had been really strange. It turns out this is the real nature of the person!"

Dhana who was furious, angry, upset and even sorry after getting to know the man named Gibran continues to mutter, not accepting with all the dangerous actions that threaten the family, let alone the lives of his children and wife. Dhana still continues to follow Gibran, paying attention to the road that is passed, not familiar with this location.

"This is the way to the railroad tracks!"

Dhana was flabbergasted, turning her head here and there, making sure if her guess was wrong.

"Yes! It's the road to the railroad!"

Dhana's guess is correct, the more true when his eyes whistle with a signpost indicating the existence of a railway there.

"What would Gibran want to do?"

Feelings of anxiety not because of whack, make Dhana distraught, dismiss the worries that stifle the mind, throw away a bad thought if Gibran will do reckless to the wife.

"Don't..."

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"Uncles... Uncle where the hell is it?"

The speed of the car was deliberately carried slowly, after a fraction of an hour drove at the speed of the wind, combing every road that existed, looking for the existence of the current uncle who was out of nowhere, makes Aiziel suddenly anxious and afraid if the uncle has problems on the trip.

Aiziel also pulled over the car, bringing the mind covered in anxiety fog to rest for a moment, looking for a surefire solution to find the position of the uncle.

"Where will the man named Gibran take Anty Mala? In times of this kind of situation, that person would definitely want to do something dangerous to Anty Mala. Butwhy? What exactly happened between that guy and Anty?"

Aiziel continued to fumble, thinking hard as if she was facing the test of a class hike that drained her mind, time and energy. Curious that suddenly came whack, making him want to know everything further, especially after knowing all the past stories that concern linking the daddy, uncle, uncle and also his onty. Really, make Aiziel who has a great curiosity suddenly pias.

"When I, Syahal and Shahil arrived in front of the school, only Uncle Dhana's car was there. Didn't Oma say they left in two cars? Paklik cars and Uncle cars. What's... Uncle went after that guy in Paklik's car?"

The bright spot of the solution began to be seen, making Aiziel's hand reach into something from inside her pants pocket. Playing his fingers nimbly, looking for something that can facilitate his work today.

"Real true! Uncle used Paklik's car to catch up with the guy named Gibran! And fortunately Syahal had connected his papa's car GPS to my phone while looking for Adek that night."

Thin grins full of relief radiated, making the originally dim spirit back on even bigger. Aiziel put down her phone that was connected to the GPS of her car, continued the journey, helping her uncle and anty who were in danger.

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"No need to bother apologizing and thanking, Paklik. Al did it for yourself, not for anyone!"

Sadha broke into a hug, looked at Aifa'al's face, looked the other way, didn't want to look back at the uncle who actually wanted to find out something from his eyes.

"Click on the tau, son. But if it wasn't for you, maybe Damar and Wulan wouldn't have been helped." said Sadha.

"It is important that they are free from the hand of Mr. Gibran, Paklik." replied Aifa'al coldly, without seeing the face of the uncle.

Sadha sighed heavily, looking towards the Imam who nodded faintly, as if asking him to let Aifa'al calm down first, leaving the mood and mind stable, far from the word emotion let alone concerning Wulan.

"Damar, Adek... Are you all right?" asked Syahal while checking the condition of the bodies of his two sisters, making sure there were no injuries in there.

"Damar and Adek are fine, Mas. Thank you for Mas Syahal, Mas Syahil, Paklik and......."

Damar's words stopped, his eyes fixed on a new foreign figure, never seeing the figure. Making the Imam who saw Damar chuckle faintly, quite understanding with the gaze of Damar and Wulan who seemed to ask, who is he?

"You know who is standing next to you?" satha asked, understanding with her nephew's expression.

Damar and Wulan looked at each other for a moment, before they finally shook their heads in unison.

"This is Uncle Imam, her husband Onty Dhina" replied Sadha, embracing the shoulder of the sister-in-law.

"The Imam Papi used to tell you that?" asked Damar who was resounding.

"Yes, Damar. It is only natural that you do not recognize the face of Uncle Imam because he does not live here and rarely gathers with all of us." said Sadha.

"Thank you, Uncle. Thank you because Uncle with Paklik, Mas Syahal and Mas Syahil have helped Damar, Adek and also Mas Al." said Damar sparkling.

The priest smiled bitterly, looking at Damar and Wulan as if they were mirrors in the past. Just as he saw Dhana with his late wife in life, protecting each other, loving and strengthening. Making him step forward, approaching Damar and Wulan who looked sparkling.

"Together, Honey. Uncle was also happy and relieved because finally Uncle was able to meet these two powerful little angels." said Imam while stroking the heads of the two who reviewed the smile.

The beautiful scenery full of haru set in thick fog due to the fire, became the point of attention of Sadha, Syahal, and Shahil who were also moved. But not with Aifa'al who chose silent sculpting, no sound let alone words spoken.

The tongue that wanted to ask felt confused, seeing the scene presented before the eyes, had a thin smile but disappeared in the blink of an eye. Every now and then a glance at Wulan, seeing that sincere smile, pinching the heart that was now somehow, made him limp in for a moment, before his mind returned to the conscious.

Sadha fell silent, turned to the Imam for a fitting answer to tell the two that Dhana was struggling to save the life of the mother from the grip of Gibran's hand. Making Syahal and Shahil also silenced, choosing silence rather than fear of mispronunciation that will make his two sisters become sad and thoughtful.

"Your father is chasing Gibran, son. Because Gibran brought your mami!!!" replied the nervous Sadha.

Damar and Wulan were flabbergasted, suddenly pias for fear that something dangerous befell his parents, given how cruel Gibran was, kidnapping them and keeping them in a pitch-black room without being given water or food. The crystal feather fishing just fell in Wulan's eyes.

"What's? The man in the stool took Anty Mala, Paklik?" aifa'al said, holding a heart that suddenly heats up is not careless when he hears of Gibran's madness.

"Yes, Son. Now your uncle is chasing Gibran and Ziel also had time to come here with Syahal and Shahil then he kekeuh want to follow your uncle." replied Sadha, seeing Aifa'al dumbfounded.

"Mas Ziel is coming too?" ask Aifa'al.

Sadha gave a faint nod, a clear gash of anxiety on her face that was no longer young but still handsome, making Damar and Wulan even more anxious, not only her parents but Aiziel as well.

"Ck! Mas Ziel left without calculation! He doesn't know what a man is like! Al will be following Mas Ziel and Uncle, Paklik!" sumpul Aifa'al, took wide steps before getting permission from Sadha.

Sadha, the Imam, Shahal, Shahil, Damar and Wulan were surprised to find Aifa'al's footsteps moving away, towards a motorbike parked in a hidden place while being a spy, speeding away quickly, he said, leaving everything dumbfounded.

"Let's go after Mas Al, Pa!" timpal Shahil, drawing the hand of the father because he was worried that Aifa'al would be left alone.

"The Shahil is right, Paklik. We have to catch up with Papi, Mas Ziel and Mas Al!!!" timpal Damar who supports the idea of Shahil.

"Kids are right, Mom!!! We can't let Dhana and Ziel face Gibran. The man could have hurt Dhana, Mala and Ziel all at once when he was in a state of rage with a grudge!" said Imam.

Sadha was silent, staring one by one at the sad faces of her children expectantly, making her remember all of Gibran's story through the earphones connected to Mala to her car, making her shudder in horror.

"Okay, we're after them!" exclaim Sadha.

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"Take the woman down!!!"

The dark of the night became a witness, watching the show that was happening. Gibran rushed down from the car, followed by two paid bodyguards holding Mala's hand on each side. Walk fast, get inside the deserted bush. There was only Gibran and both bodyguards, while the others were out of nowhere.

Clearly displayed a yellow signpost, with a black line pattern in the form of a railroad, the, indicating that this place is one of the railroad crossing roads that will accelerate from the original location to the destination. Then why did Gibran bring Mala to this place???

"Come fast!!! We must arrive on time before the train actually crosses!!!"

Walking Gibran exclaimed, telling the two mercenary bodyguards to hurry, dragging Mala who had been silent since then, not rejecting the slightest bit even his gaze was fixed in which direction. Empty and deep! With the condition of the hand tied in front, the eyes are wide open and the mouth can still be carried to talk.

But that's not all Mala is showing. He was just silent, like a person who had just been possessed by an evil demon, thrashing hysterically, draining the energy that made his energy drained. Making the mother of two children incarnate into a confused woman with a blank look towards just anyone.

Cietttt!

A car stopped suddenly, not far from Gibran's parked car, causing a loud squeak, but did not arouse suspicion Gibran and his two bodyguards who had walked far. Dhana also rushed, taking wide strides following Gibran who had 1001 evil intentions on Mala.

Brums!

Brums!

Brums!

At first glance if the place is dark and quiet, but not if the eyes are brought to look up, there is an overpass that connects the streets in the city. The noise sounded boisterous, making the atmosphere tense for a moment even though the light of the overpass lamp also illuminated.

My feelings are really bad. Dhana murmured in the heart.

Dhana continued to move, following Gibran who suddenly stopped at the edge of the train tracks, looking over and over as if looking for something to look forward to, making Dhana's heartbeat beat fast, he said, exceeding the speed of a train ready to run.

Taps!

Dhana gasps, finding someone's hand on his shoulder from behind, leaving his heart unscathed, afraid that his current movements will be discovered by Gibran's other men. Dhana turned around slowly, remaining alert to the situation, ensuring that the hand was not the hand of Gibran's minions.

"Ziel..."

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