12 Badoets
Limolas

"We're framed!" pekik Angel growled.

"What do you mean?" ask Wildan curious.

"Open your phone! Read the latest article from the city's daily news site," Angel orders. He jumped up and sat on the hood of the car. His eyes stare at the refreshing green rice fields.

Wildan also according. He immediately grabbed a cell phone in his pants pocket and surfed in cyberspace. An article with a capital letter title looks striking. A T*WAS SALARIED TEACHER D*RAH IN AN EMPTY HOUSE. THE SUSPECT IS NAMED WILDAN, THE OWNER OF AN EMPTY HOUSE.

In the article it is explained that the results of the examination found Wildan's fingerprints on the weapon used to finish the victim. Based on citizen testimony, Wildan was known to be with a foreign woman. There is also a photo of Wildan who entered the search list of people. An article that left Wildan limp.

"Last night we should have gone back home first to check on Mr. Anwar" Wildan said. He was leaning against the wheels of the car.

"I didn't expect it to be like this at all. I thought they were plotting. But I'm surprised, you still have time to think of others, when you're stuck like this. Moreover, that person almost finished you off" said Angel bobbing his head.

Wildan's crying. His shoulders shook violently. Two things that make him fragile at this time. First, he is now a fugitive. And the second is t*wasnya the teacher in a terrible way.

"Just before you leave the house, you help the clown number 6, remove the rope that binds him. He also pulled out a knife that hurt his thigh. That's when your fingerprints were left behind and my handprints were erased. If you hadn't done that, I would have been the one the police were looking for" Angel said.

"Not always a sense of caring will lead you to kindness. Take this time, for example." Angel smiled at a glance.

Wildan didn't make a mockery of Angel. He was still sobbing, releasing a sense of tightness in his chest. Wildan doesn't care if he looks weak or fragile. For him, it doesn't matter if a man cries. There is nothing wrong with tears.

After a while, Wildan wiped away the tears using the back of his hand. He stood up and patted his dusty pants. Angel immediately got off the hood of the car, when Wildan looked to be about to step foot.

"Where are you going?" angel asked as he grabbed Wildan's arm.

"I'm going to the police" replied Wildan briefly.

"Huh? The jerky! Want what?" Angel staggered, shocked not playing.

"Clean my name. I want to turn myself in, and explain everything that really happened. I'll report the golden watch who knows who it is" Wildan said confidently.

"You think they'll believe it? Your brain is still in your head, right? Or maybe you've moved on the hanky?" Angel pointed at Wildan's forehead.

"With evidence of fingerprints on the folding knife, you will be immediately thrown in custody. No one will believe your words" continued Angel annoyed. Wildan was silent this time.

"After all, didn't I tell you yesterday, Clown number 8 the golden watch used to be an officer. It was very likely that right now he was a person of great influence. A wrong move would get you into a trap." Angel directed her sharp eyes at Wildan.

Wildan took a few steps back, and leaned his body against the dusty body of the car. What Angel said was true. A decision taken without a second thought is tantamount to digging your own grave.

"Then, what should I do now?" ask Wildan resignedly.

"Dump your old phone number. Replace with new number. After that we go to the next town, we hide a while in the house of my acquaintance" replied Angel.

"Surely safe?" ask Wildan again.

"Yes, I assure you. At the moment you have no choice but to come with me." Angel smiled, grinning.

"Emm, can I call someone before I throw this number?" Wildan asked with teary eyes. Angel sighed, then nodded slowly.

Wildan immediately searched for a number and made a call. After a while, the phone finally picked up. A calm female voice sounded.

"Well?" peeky Wildan was impatient.

Angel was not surprised to hear that. He had expected, Wildan would contact the ex. It seemed that the man had no one else but Ika.

No more than ten minutes, Wildan hung up on the phone. He was totally following Angel's orders.

"He said he was the witness and told the police that I was with you. He tried to spare me from the charges" Wildan said.

"Goodoo. The ex believes in you apparently" said Angel flatly.

"Pak Anwar's current relatives are also trying to find and hunt me down. They do not accept, especially Mr. Anwar is famous as a village elder. People who are caring and friendly. It's all getting complicated, like a tangled thread." Wildan looked up at the blue morning sky.

"Am I going to have to live a life on the run? Just imagine that I'm tired" Wildan lamented.

"Put your shoulders. You're males. Be excited! The ocean of life will never be full of storms. There must be a time of calm without waves." Angel brought her body closer to Wildan who was leaning against the body of the car. Then looked at Wildan with round and clear eyeballs.

"What the hell?" wildan's protest was wrong.

"See my eyes. I am the same as you. Losing someone important in life. But do I look desperate? If I get excited, you can too!" Angel patted Wildan's cheek. The man could only swallow.

"Now, hand over your phone!" Angel took the phone in Wildan's hand. He immediately turned off the phone and took his sim card. Angel slams the sim card to the ground then stomps it down.

"We bought a new sim card. After this, do not contact anyone again. Get out of your old account. For a while create a new email," Angel orders.

"Now, get in the car. We have to leave immediately" continued Angel.

"I'll go back a minute. Want to pee," said Wildan suddenly.

"You're a man, you can also use a bottle in the car?" snapped Angel annoyed. Wildan shook his head quickly.

"All right now I want to wash my face. Just for a second," Wildan asked.

"That's fast." Angel took a breath. Wildan immediately ran a little past the rice field.

Angel got in the car. He called a number.

"Badut number 2 is gone. Now I'm with his son. Clown number 6 is killed by clown number 8. It seemed like they were elbowing each other to secure themselves. All clowns must be found. At least in old age before death, they must account for the sins of the past." Angel hung up on the phone call.

Angel put the phone on the car dashboard. He dropped his head on the steering wheel. His eyes were far away looking at the rice field area before him. Without feeling the clear water droplets, dripping from the corner of the eye.

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After Wildan returned from the river, without saying anything more, Angel immediately stepped on the gas pedal deeply. The black car also shot across the frozen air in the morning with the sound of a fierce exhaust.

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