The Destiny of the Mute Girl

Episode 85 ~ Difficult Position

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"Ziel..."

Dhana strangled, finding the whereabouts of the eldest nephew behind her, trailing from earlier without informing, making Aiziel spontaneously cover the uncle's mouth with his hand, do not want if his movements with the uncle suspected by Gibran and his minions.

"Sstttt.. Don't be so hard, Uncle!"

"Why are you here?"

"The whole story, Uncle!"

"But this is dangerous, Ziel!"

"We face it together, Uncle!"

"But Ziel..."

"Ziel will help Uncle!"

Dhana sighed heavily, frowning anxiously if the situation was like this, Aiziel remained tight on the stance, wanting to help save the anty.

"We should split up, Uncle!!! Uncle from here, while Ziel will appear from the other side. We should be able to outwit them. That way, Uncle can get Anty Mala back. How's it?" said Aiziel reassured the uncle with his sudden plan.

"But Ziel, Uncle isn't sure your plan will work! Look!!! Gibran's men are too strong for you! Uncle doesn't want you to be wretched, son!!!" dhana replied, trying to advise Aiziel.

"Successful or not we'll see, Uncle! The most important thing right now is Anty Mala!" said Aiziel who tried to convince again.

"But Ziel..."

"Come Uncle!!! Ziel will be careful! We need to get Anty Mala back, with Damar and Wulan. Currently Paklik, Uncle Imam, Shahal and Shahil must have managed to save them. Uncle must also be able to save Anty from a person like Gibran!!! Okay Uncle?" cut Aiziel that reassures and calms the uncle.

Dhana fell silent, turning for a moment toward Gibran and his bodyguard, who was still holding Mala with his arms, standing on the edge of the railroad tracks. At first glance he saw the face of the wife who looked chaotic, only silent like a confused person, with slightly gaping lips, crystal circles also wet her white face, making Dhana covered in excitement.

"Uncle... Why silence?" said Aiziel, looking at the uncle who was silent.

"All right! Uncle asked for one thing! You must be careful and do not be rash!!! Don't get emotional! Uncle knows exactly who you are! The arrogant nature of Mas Ammar comes down to you!!! And Uncle, worry about that!!! You understand Ziel?" dhana said, giving an early warning to his eldest nephew.

"Ziel isn't as arrogant as Daddy, Uncle. Ziel will remember Uncle's message. Then we split up." replied Aiziel, reassuring the uncle with a gentle pat on the shoulder, passing away looking for another way to infiltrate.

Dhana let out a long sigh, staring fixedly at Aiziel's fast-moving back, slipping through the thickets towards the location where Gibran was still snuggling Mala. Without thinking any more, Dhana also moved, walking quickly to Gibran, no longer concerned with the whispering sound created by his footsteps. Distorting the calmness of Gibran and his two bodyguards, made them turn simultaneously to the source of the whispering voice.

"Dhana.. You love your wife more than your children!!! Or... or are they currently dead, and turned into ashes? Really, poor dad. A father who must see the death of his two children directly. I am so sorry for the death of your son and Mala, Dhana. Tomorrow I will send a wreath of mourning to your home. As a sign that I respect and respect you." Gibran said, as if not guilty and sad to see Dhana.

Dhana grunts violently, suppresses emotions in the heart, refrains from drifting with the foul words of her interlocutor, massages the chest in the bath, controls the anger that wants to explode right now.

"Take off my wife, Gibran!" exciting Dhana.

"Hoho.. Now you've got the courage huh, call me like that! And I want to be kind to you if you obey my words." replied Gibran.

"What do you want? A treasure? A cafe? Or do you want my sister's late Cafe? Please take it!!! I don't care about any more!!! I'm sure, if my sister was still alive, she would definitely do the same! Now, I'm asking you to let go of my wife!" dhana's voice echoed and sounded hoarse.

"Hahahahaha, you are so funny. Unfortunately, I am no longer interested in your dead sister's Cafe! Can I hear my bad luck if I have a Cafe people who have long died! Hahahahaha.." replied Gibran.

Anger that tried to be held apparently erupted, like a volcanic eruption, removing hot larvae into the vicinity, making people around the mountain run scattered because of fear, such is the picture of Dhana's anger. Insulting words thrown from the lips of a stranger like Gibran against his sister, unacceptable, made him furious, unable to bear the fiery anger.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

The anger that exploded as if doused in raindrops, eyes widened perfectly when he found Aiziel who appeared from the other side directly hit both bodyguards and Gibran himself very hard, making the two bodyguards Gibran heavy, fainted with just one blow Aiziel. While Gibran fell down, until now Aiziel managed to get the anty back with lightning fast.

Gibran gave a rude snort, rolled his eyes at Aiziel who grabbed him and took Mala away from the reach of his hand, cursing at his unwary self, only to realize that Dhana did not come alone. Gibran was silent for a moment, turning to Dhana who was still sculpting, amazed by the action of the boy.

"Damn!!! It's free that I pay you dearly!!! Just got hit by a snot child punch you guys have fainted!!! You fool!!!" gibran tried to get up.

Dhana grinned with satisfaction, looking at Gibran who was now in a crushing defeat, breaking down the arrogant attitude that was originally towering but collapsed, even flat on the ground. Dhana stepped up, approaching Gibran who was still looking dizzy, enduring the pain on the nape of his neck that was hit.

"God is not sleeping, Mr Gibran!!! He will bring help from anywhere. Thank you for taking my wife off!" said Dhana who smiled, whispering in the ear of Gibran who was still half-crossed.

Dhana moved, patting Gibran on the shoulder just before he stepped, had succeeded in knocking out the mentality of a Gibran who was already evil for revenge. Making him smile with relief, seeing the wife who had survived in Aiziel's hands. Can't wait to embrace the body of the owner of the heart, pouring out the longing that is covered in fear of losing again.

Grep's!

Hap!

"You think I'll just lose? It's not that easy, Dhana!!!" whispered Gibran.

Slow steps were taken for quick, reaching out to the two waiting people ahead, looking at him with a smile of relief. However, the foot that stepped as if glued to the ground, relieved that Mala was successfully released made him forget that his current opponent had still not lost.

"Uncle!!!"

Aiziel suffocated, the sight that had originally been fixed on the anty, now looked up, flabbergasted at the sight she really did not want.

"Tie me!!!" dhana toilet.

The dizziness, which is still felt, does not in the least deter Gibran to give up just like that, curling Dhana from behind, while pointing a gun hidden behind his body at Dhana. A very strong big hand, making Dhana difficult to escape.

"Take off my uncle!!!" exciting Aiziel.

"You shouldn't have to interfere snot boy!!! If you want her to let go, return the woman to me!!! Let me go with that woman and don't follow me!!!" crazy Gibran.

"Don't listen to him, Ziel! Quickly get your anty out of here! Don't worry Uncle!!! Get out of here!" timpal Dhana who continued to rebel violently.

"If you are reckless to go with the woman, then don't blame me if one of these gun bullets penetrates the head of your beloved uncle! Think carefully, young man! Whose life should you save first!" timpal Gibran with a sly, creepy grin.

"Don't listen to him, Ziel! Quickly get out of this place and bring your anties home! This guy just wants your anty! He won't harm Uncle! Listen carefully to Uncle, son!!! Quickly go and save yourself and Anty!" timpal Dhana is still standing.

"Hahahaha..who said I wouldn't hurt you, Dhana? In the rules of this game, I am the one in charge!!! You must obey my orders!!! If not... You can see this gun, young man?" replied Gibran who grinned crazily.

Aiziel's eyes were perfectly rounded, looking at Gibran's hand playing on the Hammer part of the gun. If pressed, it indicates that the gun is ready to launch the bullet towards the target. Dhanas silence, hearing the sound of Gibran's gun hammer beside his temple, making him worry.

"I count to 10!!! If in the count of 10 you stay by the woman's side, then this trigger will speak!"

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Cietttt...

Decitan the sound of motorcycle brakes suddenly sounded loud. The motorcycle driver also opened his helmet, showing the tangled face of Aifa'al which was full of black ink due to the fire. After opening the helmet Aifa'al reached into her pants pocket, looking for something she desperately needed right now.

"Aaaarrrggghhhhh!!! Why do I just remember that my phone was taken Bima! Now what should I do? Following Uncle and Mas Ziel who might be currently fighting the old Gibran cunning jackfruit!!!"

Aifa'al groaned, annoyed by the bad situation that befell him at this time, need a cell phone to find out the whereabouts of the uncle and his firstborn, but the phone he had was already taken Bima. Making him speechless, thinking of another way that could have crossed his mind.

Suddenly Aifa'al was the fastest, immediately down from the motorbike and then opened the motorcycle seat, making sure if his memory was terbesit for a moment to produce maximum results.

"Good thing is still stored here."

Aifa'al smiled broadly, finding his old phone still on the throne in his motorcycle seat.

"Despite the old phones, at least it can still be used to track down the careless Uncle and Mas Ziel! Fuck up! It's free that his position is higher than mine, but Mas Ziel's brain is too shallow! Don't think long to deal with a difficult situation like this!!!"

Aifa'al continued to fumble, annoyed by Aiziel's attitude that immediately moved without any plan, overtaking the uncle without knowing in advance who the real enemy was.

"Wait, wait! Anty Mala was taken by the old man, and Uncle and Mas Ziel went after him. What they need right now is definitely not me, but help. Yes, I better get help right now!!!"

The hand that was busy dancing on the phone screen, now pulled back, wearing a helmet quickly and speeding, making Aifa'al disappear in the blink of an eye, down the road with a fixed guide.

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"That's Mas Sadha's car that Dhana brought, Mas!!!"

Sadha flinched, stomped on the brake pedal suddenly, making everyone shocked by the sudden stop of the car.

"Why is Papa's car standing near the railroad tracks like that?" syahal said who frowned in wonder.

"Mas train rail link?" timpal Damar's.

"Yes, there is a sign." replied Syahal.

Damar and Wulan looked at each other with eyes wide open, turned to the direction of Syahal and it was true, clearly emblazoned a symbol of the existence of the railroad.

Papi's... Mommy... No, no, no... Mr. Gibran must have been that indecent to Mami and Papi. I have to help them. Wulan murmured in a troubled heart.

Wulan shifted, opening the car door without the approval of the others, making everyone shocked by her actions.

"Silts..."

Damar rushed out quickly to block the younger brother. Also followed by Sadha, Imam, Shahal and Shahil who came out of their car.

"Sir..wait!!!" pekik Damar, grabbed the hand of the brother who was not too far away.

"Aaaa.. aaaaa... aaaaaaa...a..a..a...a...aaa, aaaa!!!" wulan replied with a gesture, crying out loud, looking to hold back the pedestal.

"Mas understands very well, Deck! But this is not the way. If Adek is reckless, not only Papi and Mami are in danger but Adek too!" damar said, calming the crying sister.

"Aaaa..aaaa..aaaa...aaaa, aaaaaa!!!" wulan replied that sobbed for a moment, a sense of tightness enveloping her soul.

Damar who could not bear to see the sobbing sister also grabbed her body, giving her the strength that was still left, fishing for a clear circle that had been blocked for a long time. Making the legs of Sadha, Imam, Shahal and Shahil who stepped stopped immediately.

"Bapi and Mami must have survived, Dek."

Wulan grew sobbing, burrowing her face into the chest of the twin mas field, praying in a bathin so that the papi and mami would survive Gibran's danger.

Oh Allah. Please protect Papi and Mami Wulan. They have to survive bad guys like Mr. Gibran. Don't let Mr. Gibran hurt Papi, let alone Mami. Wulan muttered in a screaming heart.

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Happy Reading All 😇😇😇

Translate language Wulan check ✅

Adek wants to save Papi and Mami, Mas!

But Mami is in danger, Mum!

So unfortunately Wulan is like her mom, not necessarily Mala will be like that when Wulan was kidnapped yesterday 😭🤧 Yes? 😫