12 Badoets
Wolulas

December of 1991

Afternoon air that feels frozen. The rain was so heavy, it made Burhan occasionally rub his arms open. While Sumiran was still at home with his chess pieces. He wears a thick sweater that dispels the cold. Sumiran did not care at all about Burhan who had hissed since the temperature reached 17 degrees Celsius.

"Surtiii!" Suddenly Sumiran shouted. His hoarse voice boomed in the super spacious house but it felt quiet.

It did not take long, Surti was seen walking in a hurry from the kitchen. He bowed before his master.

"Corn sir?" ask Surti kalem. His ears were already prepared to receive the loud voice of his master. Surti memorized very well, Sumiran would definitely scold him.

"If the master is relaxed gini, you should respond to that. Bring me a snack cake, coffee cake, gecko cake!"

And sure enough, Sumiran was immediately indistinctly angry at Surti.

"Master want some juice?" surti asked after his Master's anger subsided.

"But dipake Surti! It was raining heavily, and the air was cold. You're offering me juice?" sumiran's tone of voice was getting higher. His anger and annoyance are in the air.

"Sorry Mister. Dalem was wrong," said Surti bowed and bowed deeply.

"Damn! My mood's ruined because of you!" Sumiran stand. His hands so lightly hit the table and threw the chessboard on the floor. The sound of chess pieces falling to the floor rang out loud.

Sumiran stomped her feet and walked up the stairs that were near the kitchen. While Surti still bowed, did not dare to look at the face of his master.

"Bi Surti isn't pa-pa, is he?" burhan asked as he crouched down to pick up chess pieces that splattered on the floor.

Surti did not answer. He just kept his tears from spilling. Although his heart had expected that his Master would scold him, even yelling and cursing at him, it still felt tight in the chest whenever he received an unpleasant treatment. If only there was another job, Surti would have left the magnificent house.

"Don't take Bi's heart. Our goal here is to work, find money. Use energy, do not use the heart," said Burhan tried to comfort Surti.

"In addition, life knows a system called the sow of harvest. What we sow and plant, we will certainly reap someday. So, if anyone does not do well, just wait to reap the karma Bi," continued Burhan with a smile. A smile that looks strange. Surti looked at Burhan at a glance. Then he nodded and walked back to the kitchen.

At the same time there was a loud sound from the iron fence that was knocked. Burhan put down the chess pieces that had yet to be collected all of them. Still with a smile on his lips, Burhan walked to the front porch.

Two men were seen standing in front of the fence. They wear black jackets. Burhan immediately opened the gate. He seemed familiar with the guests in the midst of the heavy rain. Even looks mingled for a while.

"Darken? Jasmine? Where're you?" there was a voice shouting Sumiran looking for his wife. The elderly man walked to the front porch and saw Burhan with two strangers. His desire to find his wife was broken. Sumiran even went to nimbrung next to Burhan.

"Who are they Burhan?" sumiran asked while observing the two strangers before him.

"Electric officer Sir. Didn't you call yesterday?" ask Burhan.

"Ohhh. Then come with me to the upper room," Sumiran ordered. He immediately turned around and walked back inside the house. The two strangers nodded and immediately followed behind Sumiran.

"Electrics in the room are problematic. Plugs cannot be used. Though I need to listen to the radio for entertainment," grumbled Sumiran while climbing the stairs.

"We'll check sir," replied one of the stocky-bodied electricians.

The two electricians, seem to circulate the view. It was as if they were scanning every detail and objects that were in Sumiran's room. Until finally the vision of the thin-bodied electrician found a box of iron lying under the table.

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On the front porch, Burhan was lying with his forehead which was giving off a thick red liquid. Six people wearing clown masks entered Sumiran's house. One of them seemed to tremble with a firearm in his hand.

"Bring off all the valuable possessions that can be carried. Keep moving without sound. Sumiran was busy upstairs." Clown two gave the order. All immediately scattered, it seems to have been memorized with every detail of the house, to the corners.

Clown 2 walked and entered into a room near the stairs. Clown 3 looks pangginas take some collection of watches that are displayed in a glass cabinet in the family room. Clowns 4.5 and 6 disappeared in one corner of the house.

Clown 7 is thirsty. Although the air was cold, sweat continuously dripped down his forehead. Moreover, the clown mask worn feels cramped and stuffy. In the end, clown 7 walks gontai into the kitchen.

Clown 7 took a bottle of mineral water that was on the dining table. In a hurry he downed her. Until finally the sound of the plate breaking made him jump in surprise.

The figure who caught the clown 7 was no less surprised. It's Surti. The woman looked glued to the clown 7 with a frightened expression.

"Bi, don't yell. It's me" said clown 7, about to take off his mask.

To Surti the voice of the clown 7 sounds familiar.

"What do you want to do?" snapping Clown 4 suddenly. The fat man was already standing behind clown 7.

This time Surti did not recognize the voice of fellow clown 7. He tried to run away, when he realized he was in danger. Strangers enter the house without permission and they wear masks? Surti's brain immediately understood that his employer's house was satronized by a group of invaders*t at this time. Unfortunately, as he turned around the body a pair of skinny hands caught his body.

"Hiyaaa, where are you Auntie going?" Clown 5 laughed while embracing Surti tightly.

"Take me off!" snapped Surti scared.

"Uppsm. Don't yell" whispered clown 5 smothering Surti with his left hand. Surti smelled a pungent alcohol scent. He also saw a tattoo of a scorpion on the left arm of the person who smothered him.

"You're taking your identity off? Guobl!" Clown 4 kicked the waist of Clown 7 until it fell to the floor.

"Ma I'm sorry" said Clown 7 in a trembling voice.

"Aarrghhhh!" Clown 5 suddenly shouted.

It turns out that Surti was putting up a fight. He stepped on the right foot of Clown 5 with all his might. Then when the hands that smother him began to feel loose, Surti immediately bit the palm of the Clown 5 like an anj*ng crazy.

DOORRR!

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