12 Badoets
Siji

December of 1991.

Daily newspapers spread the news, a businessman named Sumiran was named as the richest man in City T. In the news was also told that once the businessman was just a poor boy from the countryside in the south. Started his business from shoe sole services in traditional markets. Who would have thought, now Sumiran transformed into a leather shoes entrepreneur who is very famous for his overseas.

Sumiran House stands majestically not far from the town square. Black iron fence looks solid into a fortress house that stands on 2 hectares of land with two large pule trees in the front yard. The gurgling sound of khoi fish pond water giving from business partners, heard up to the public road creates a cool atmosphere when the sky is cloudy.

Along with his young wife, the conglomerate sat on the front porch of the house reading the newspaper. His bushy mustache seemed to be moving wildly following his lips that revealed a smile.

"Look baby, your husband is now the number one person in this city" Sumiran said proudly.

The wife named Melati looked indifferent, not responding to the words of Sumiran.

"You're just gonna shut up? Should be proud doong," grumbled Sumiran.

"I'm Seneng Mas, rich sampeyan. But I'm worried too." Melati looked at the green garden before her. He seems to be upset. The hollows of his eyes blackened, as if he was sleep deprived.

"What worries? Hmm?" ask Sumiran.

"Yes just worried. You are the center of attention now. I don't like it when someone takes a look at your past. Our past. How if finally anyone knows about our relationship first started from a mistake," continued Melati lirih.

"God! If anyone dares to mess with me or you, be prepared to be miserable for the rest of his life while living in this city," Sumiran said while rubbing his mustache.

"I just want to live a quiet life." Jasmine got up from her seat and entered the house.

Sumiran looked at Melati's departure with a cynical look. He violently slammed the newspaper onto a round table before him.

"Wong wadon, chatty! It's still a good thing I still have a passion for you!" muttered Sumiran annoyed.

Not yet relieved of his bad taste, Sumiran realized there is no coffee palm sugar his favorite on the table. The more reddened the face of the five-headed man was holding back the anger.

"Surtiiii!" shouted Sumiran. His voice rang out from the front to the back end of the house.

The figure of a woman wearing batik clove motif and shabby walking in a row. His left leg was slightly limping, so it looked sluggish in stepping.

"Njih Ndoro." The maid named Surti gathered in front of Sumiran.

"Snitch mat*mu! Where's my coffee?" suphak Sumiran.

"So early in the morning after waking up, I had a sweet cup of coffee. Madam said it is better for Ndoro to reduce excessive sweet-sweet drinking" Surti said hesitantly.

"Gangkeman! Why did she say madam? I paid you! Same with me! Want not to fire?" threatened Sumiran.

"Ngapunten Ndoro, my son is still in SD. It costs money for school, Ndoro. Don't fire me. I'm sorry." Surti was trying, not expecting trivial things to make his livelihood threatened. It was still morning, but the Master was already full of anger in his heart.

"What school for. I wasn't in high school and could be a boss. The important thing is the relationship, and good at seeing Surti's opportunities," Sumiran sneered.

"Hurry up and make me some coffee. Keep one more call Santoso here. I'm gonna play chess with him!" sumiran's orders.

"Sorry Ndoro, Santoso is not in today" Surti replied quickly.

"Well? He doesn't usually skip work. Just yesterday I was the most diligent, it turns out mbelgedhes too. Yase there!" hardik Sumiran drove out his maid. Surti immediately edged back. His heart felt sore to have an employer who treated him arbitrarily.

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At 3pm, it was raining heavily. The streets are so quiet and deserted. The tent stalls around the square appear almost without visitors. In one corner of the square is parked car antelope red maroon. There are 6 people living in it.

Six well-built men wear all-dark suits. Their faces were all tense. Even the one sitting in the back seat looked down while holding his own head.

"Are you sure you're gonna do all this?" ask the man sitting in the back seat.

"You know the robinhood story, right?" The man behind the wheel asked. Everyone was silent, the atmosphere was completely silent now. Only the sound of rain water hitting the gutter of the car sounded loud.

"Robinhood steals the property of the despotic rich to be distributed to the needy" said the man behind the wheel.

"Keep, what does this have to do with us?" ask the man sitting in the middle seat. His body was thin, with prominent cheekbones taper off.

"We will also commit theft to the Rich who forget where he came from. Forget about the people who helped him first" replied the man behind the wheel.

"But we will not share the results later on with those in need" argued the man who was bowed in the back seat.

"Are we not the ones in need? Huh huh? My sick son needs medical expenses! Your father is in debt to a loan shark. Don't you need money? Does Sumiran remember our fate? I even met her a few weeks ago, and she just smiled cynically at me. So, I guess there's no harm in asking for a little money to share with us!" The person sitting behind the wheel snapped. His voice was loud, but still inferior to the loud sound of the raindrop.

"Round determination. We're leaving! Where's the mask for the disguise?" the man behind the wheel kept on commanding. He seems to be a leader in the gang.

The curly-haired man in the middle seat was seen reaching under his feet. He picked up a black bag and immediately opened it. A white-faced mask with a big red nose like a tomato. A clown mask.

The man behind the wheel smiled at a glance, then stepped on his gas pedal slowly. The car drove quite fast splitting the streets full of puddles. The car moved slowly as it reached Sumiran's elite housing complex.

"But please, don't hurt Mr. Sumiran" said the man in the back seat.

"No boy. Just chill. Finished we drain the property in the house, we immediately pull it out!" Answer the man sitting behind the wheel.

"The sound has been very good to me all this time" continued the man who sat in the back seat.

The rain came back down hard.

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