12 Badoets
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A face that cannot hide its hardness. Broken eggs and flour are left in a green basin. Some neatly arranged pans lined up on the table.

Ika dropped her body on the kitchen plastic chair. After receiving a call from Wildan his feelings got even more muddled. His customer's pastry order was abandoned from yesterday.

When Ika saw the ex last night with another girl, her heart was trying to accept. Wildan deserves to be happy in his life. But at dawn knowing his ex was accused of a legal case, Ika was really shocked. Wildan became a suspect in a murder case*han whose victim was Mr. Anwar, his own teacher.

Although only a fingernail, Ika refused to believe the news. I know very well about Wildan. The man was a slacker, and could not get out of the gambling circle, but Wildan was not a pem*n*h. His heart was too soft, let alone his victim was Mr. Anwar. It feels very impossible.

Armed with that belief, this morning Ika came to the scene of the crime. He testified to police officers that he had seen Wildan with a foreign woman last night. He tried to get Wildan free of the charges.

"Kok daydreaming to Nduk? Your dough can't turn into a cake by itself, right?" reprimand a mother wearing a batik negligee in red.

"Wildan just called me Buk" Ika said. The woman who approached him was Bu Asih, his mother.

Bu Asih gently rubbed his son's shoulder.

"Why think of others, when your own household is in trouble Nduk?" ask Bu Asih. His eyes seemed to radiate sadness.

"Wildan swore to me that she had not committed the alleged crime. He was slandered by Buk" said Ika looking into his mother's eyes. Ika wanted Bu Asih to trust Wildan, just like him.

"But Nduk, it's not good to think of another man when you already have a husband." Bu Asih gave advice.

Just be quiet. He turned around, and hugged the Mother who was standing behind him. All this time whatever the decision Ika, Bu Asih is there to support it. Even when the Father forbade Ika's relationship with Wildan, Bu Asih still gave support to his son. But unfortunately, the decision of the Father in the family is absolute.

"If I had been with Wildan Buk, my household would have been fine. Wildan's life must be better, too. I know for myself, don't you think Wildan is actually the man in charge? It's just that his way of life was hit by misfortune. Farewell made us sick. Our lives are ruined Buk," lamented Ika. Now he was crying, spilling his sorrow in the arms of Bu Asih. The feeling that had long been buried and held back, now overflowed with the rising of clear water in the corner of the net.

"Don't be so Nduk. You're just wondering. Not necessarily your life is happier with Wildan. You know Nduk, why in life is created a sense of disappointment? Because disappointed you will learn Nduk. Learn to be sincere, learn not to repeat the same mistakes. Because the journey of life is actually a learning to bring us to be better people Nduk," said Bu Asih with a vibrating voice. He gently stroked his daughter's head.

"I don't have to study Buk. But Father. You should start listening to the wishes of your family members. You can't always impose your will." Ika grew sobbing, hugging her mother tightly. Meanwhile, the voice of the rooster crowed loudly in the backyard. Jawara has now been taken care of by Ika, according to her promise to Wildan last night.

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A black car pulls over in an abandoned house in suburban P. The car driven by Angel turned into a garage with a rusted iron door. Wildan observed the strange, dusty place.

"Take your things. And it's coming down" said Angel giving orders.

"We've arrived?" wildan asked as he grabbed his backpack lying in the back seat.

"We're getting off here. Continue to take the angkot to my acquaintance's place. Don't take it, lots of it!" Angel grumbling.

"The car is left here? Whose house is this?" Wildan was unable to stem his curiosity, even though Angel had forbidden many questions.

"Oblank house. Anyway safe. Dah, let's not lackluster!" snapped Angel. The woman grabbed a checkered shirt and a dark blue hat. Looks cool when worn.

"Come on!" angel asked Wildan to step up.

Half-run Wildan tailed behind Angel. He looked over and saw the abandoned house. Old house is quite large. On the front is the number 32 and a dull signboard is attached to the door. Although vague, but still legible. Cermun.

Angel and Wildan reached the edge of the highway. It didn't take long, the blue-colored angkot seemed to stop approaching.

"Where are you going, Mommy?" ask the driver.

"P Plaza Sir," Angel replied directly into the angkot. Wildan.

Inside the car was relieved. There was only one mother sitting in the corner. Indeed, more and more public transportation days are getting quieter passengers. People prefer private vehicles for their everyday mobility.

"How is my sim card?" ask Wildan when the angkot is back on its way.

"It will be in my place" replied Angel briefly.

Wildan nodded. In the end all the way, there was no more conversation. Wildan would occasionally steal a glance at Angel. The girl next to him really looked beautiful and fit to wear a baseball cap. Smooth fur on the nape, clearly visible in the middle of the white skin.

Afraid of his feelings, Wildan hurriedly turned his eyes away. Now, his eyes were fixed on the mothers in the corner of the angkot in front of him. The gold jewelry looks heavy on the neck and arms. Every time the angkot passed through the hollow road, there was a clattering sound from the clashing jewelry.

After several times the car shook, the mother's face seemed to change. The panic expression was obvious. Suddenly, the mother vomited her stomach.

"Hooekk!"

Wildan, who was late to avoid, had to accept the fact that his legs and pants were full of vomit foreign mothers.

"Left of Driver!" the mother shouted and immediately stood up from her seat. After the car stopped, he got out of the car. Ignoring Wildan who was still gawking, his legs were filled with partially digested stomach contents.

"If the real nyetir dongg!" the foreign mother snapped at the angkot driver while handing over 10 thousand dollars.

Angel laughed out loud at Wildan who got an unexpected windfall.

"satisfied? Laughs satisfied?" Wildan.

The angkot driver offered a container of tissue. Wildan immediately cleaned his feet. Sometimes, he shut his mouth. Preventing himself from vomiting.

"Ha ha ha ha. This is the name unfortunate can not be denied, fortunately it can not be asked," Angel's laughter sounded louder. Mr. Angkot driver followed smiling while glancing at the rearview mirror.

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