12 Badoets
Ten

Mr. Anwar looked at the two people before him in turn. He was aware of Wildan's dear eyes and a condition for grief. Clearly, his former student was disappointed. The one who is considered kind and most caring in fact is a clown masked man with sinful hands from the past.

"Hey, Old Man! Got some questions for you. Answer honestly and I'll let you live!" angel suddenly snapped.

"I have nothing to do with you, Miss. I don't know you. You think I'd be scared of your bluff anyway? Ha ha ha!" Mr. Anwar chuckled, laughing at Angel who was putting on his face.

"I'm full of salt acid in the world of evil. Don't you think I'll bow to the boy yesterday afternoon" Anwar continued.

"Oh yeah? Then, this most experienced Old Man couldn't tell which one was merely bluffing and which one really wanted to tear his body apart?" Angel smiled cynically. He took the knife that belonged to Mr. Anwar that he had picked up.

"Hey hey, what do you want?" Wildan panicked to see Angel playing with the knife in his hand.

Angel ignored Wildan. He smiled looking at Mr. Anwar's face. The old man seemed to be mocking. His shoulders were shaking slowly holding back laughter.

"Don't take me as Old Man's joke!" snapped Angel while swinging a folding knife in his hand, right hit Pak Anwar's thigh on the right.

"Arghhh! Goddamn bum! Brash girl!" Mr. Anwar glared in pain. He groans and curses. It was completely unexpected that the young lady before him was so daring to attack him.

Angel smiled with satisfaction. His hands were full of splashes of a thick red color liquid. Wildan was in disbelief. The woman who was currently turning her back turned out to be more terrifying than expected.

"Arghhhh Arghhh!" Mr. Anwar was still groaning in pain. Angel roughly patted Pak Anwar's injured thigh gaping.

"Jawab my question old bangka!" angel once again. Mr. Anwar took a deep breath, enduring the pain and pain.

"You're crazy!" Wildan pulled Angel's arm. Forcing him to stay away from Mr. Anwar.

"Isn't that Old Man just as crazy as me? He was going to finish you off!" angel snapped off Wildan's hand.

Angel again directed her sharp eyes at Mr. Anwar. And this time the parents looked scared. The pain in the right thigh is an alarm sign of danger and confirms that Angel can harm and even finish off the body of old Mr. Anwar.

"Now answer me, Old Man! You are Clown 6. The perpetrator of a robbery at the home of a wealthy businessman in 1991, right?" ask Angel firmly.

"How do you know? Wh-who are you really?" Mr. Anwar was surprised. His eyes were round and shaking.

"Hey quiet! The rule is that I ask you to answer, not the other way around" Angel half-snaps.

"The second question is, why are you after this soft young man behind me?" angel asked while squinting his eyes at Wildan.

"Why don't you just ask him? Wildan already knew the reason why I wanted to harm him," replied Mr. Anwar ketus.

Angel hissed slowly, then again grasped the handle of a folding knife on Pak Anwar's thigh. With a smile that spread wide he shook the knife. It was clear that Mr. Anwar was groaning in pain.

"Hey, enough! You can't torture him!" Wildan pulled back Angel's arm. Although Wildan was conscious, Mr. Anwar almost harmed him earlier, but his heart also felt pain when he saw the former teacher grimacing in pain.

"He wanted a 50 thousand note printed in 1991. Money saved by my late Father" Wildan continued. Finally he told me, worried that Angel would torture Mr. Anwar again.

"Oohh, apparently clown number 6 wants the treasure stored by Clown number 2 huh." Angel chuckles.

"Huh, I really don't recognize you Miss. But it seems you know a lot about the Clowns." Mr. Anwar set the breath. The sweat was pouring out, the pain in his thighs was throbbing.

"Wildan you better be careful with this woman," said Mr. Anwar turned to look at Wildan.

"Sorry sir, Njenengan has no right to advise me. Wasn't Njengan himself the one who wanted to harm me earlier? Even as bad as my heart and nature, I never expected Njenengan to have such bad intentions on me," replied Wildan Iirih.

Mr. Anwar was silent. He closed his mouth tightly. His heart feels so bitter now.

"You better get out of here, Wildan! Really am! Believe that! The one who's after the money isn't just me." Suddenly, Mr. Anwar snapped an order.

"Who else? What number of clowns would come here?" ask Angel curious.

"Number eight. I was able to communicate with him earlier. The golden watch had a great influence in this area. Of course he has roof tiles ready to silence you!" obviously Mr. Anwar. He looked back at Angel, trying to guess who the horrible young woman was.

"You better be ready! We're getting out of here" Angel told Wildan.

"Huh? Don't joke! Why should I obey your orders? I'll stay in this house!" Wildan refused firmly.

"Your ears are clogged with cotton buds huh? Not horrified? This place is no longer safe. You're after dodol!" snapped Angel furious.

Wildan's stunned. He took a few steps back, leaning his body against the worn-out walls of the house. His life that had been feeling useless and only as he pleased was now suddenly fell in a hole that he did not know the basis. Wildan really didn't know what to do. Who to believe, everyone seems to be wearing a clown mask and playing with it.

"If you don't want to go, I'll leave you here. Against an enemy that is beyond self-sufficiency is called bod*h. Facing this old geezer alone, you can't let alone face the tile?" tease Angel.

"Why should I believe his talk? He could be bragging" said Wildan.

"I don't think he's bragging. All I know is Clown number 8 was once an officer. It is very possible that this person has become an influential person," said Angel relaxed.

"But this house is my father's only legacy. If I leave here, I'll just be the trash out there." Wildan was about to cry. His voice vibrates.

"Meeting you is really annoying. A man your age shouldn't be this whiny and pathetic. Just think, your parents' legacy isn't just this house. But also, the 50 thousand old money wanted by the clowns" Angel replied.

"Come with me. We're looking for a way to deal with all this" Angel assures.

"Why should I trust you? I just met you today" Wildan argued, shaking slowly.

"Because we are lucky. Both kids were raised by clown-masked criminals." Angel's eyes looked shady. The murat of his face depicted a deep sadness.

Connect___

Hello gaes how are you.

how many days am I not writing? kangen really vows. ha haa

yesterday off first, because it turns out my lens dropped as bad as it was. see hp, laptop screen, even tv it felt until muter2 head.

thank God today you can enter work again, can write again.

duh, hope everything is healthy huh.

kapok I hurt like this again, it really feels like I want to move to another universe, the world of muter2. hadehhh.