12 Badoets
Songolas

"According to the information I got, Clown 5 is a grocery store owner in this suburb," said Nilla with a small face that looks serious.

"What's his name?" ask Angel enthusiastically.

Nilla just smiled, then shook her head slowly.

"Unfortunately I don't know that far. The grocery store in N village, a man with a scorpion tattoo on his right arm, is all I can say now" Nilla replied as she checked the note on her phone.

"Badut 8 a man called a golden watch. And now Clown 5 is a man with a scorpion tattoo on his right arm. Finding the clowns wasn't as easy as I thought. The information is there, it's always just a piece," Angel muttered annoyed.

"It's not even exciting" Nilla said with a smile.

"Hey, before your hunt starts, I need a SIM card for my phone. Didn't you promise Angel? I also need to look at social media, see the latest news out there." Wildan interrupted after a moment of silence.

"Oh yes it is. I almost forgot about it" said Angel patting her own forehead.

"Give your phone to Nilla, let her set her up. You take it right," Angel ordered. Nilla nodded convincingly.

Wildan remembered the 50 thousand old money sheet behind the cover of his mobile phone. He still could not believe the two women before him. Wildan did not want to show his 50 thousand-old money, before he felt confident that Angel and Nilla were people who were in line and purpose with him.

"I'm going to the toilet first. Where's the toilet?" ask Wildan wobbly.

"Just go straight back. Passing through the space to watch tv, straight back, there is a kitchen. At the end of the kitchen is a door, open it. The toilet is there" replied Nilla.

Wildan immediately moved according to the instructions of the host. He walked through the tv room. The narrow room only has a table with a small LED tv, digital receiver, and a game console that looks new. On the front floor of the tv there is a slum floor mattress patterned pulkadot.

Wildan's feet continued to step while his eyes were engrossed in observing every detail of Nilla's house. Before reaching the kitchen, Wildan's view captured an old picture frame on the wall. A black and white 4R photo showing two babies with smiles showing teethless gums.

Wildan stepped back. Now he arrived at the kitchen which although looks simple but clean and neat. Wildan opened the door at the end of the kitchen. Apparently after the door it is a backyard that is not too broad. Fence from the wire, into the boundary of the land with neighbors.

The aged-looking washing machine rests against the wall, with a laundry tub full of the homeowner's underwear. Looks colorful and lacy piled up just like that. Stainless clothes stand on wild grass. While the bathroom, there are 2 rooms located in the corner of the courtyard, separate from the main building.

Wildan doesn't want to go to the bathroom. He was just trying to get away from Angel and Nilla. Wildan reached into the phone, and removed the clear-colored cover. He took 50 thousand old money, and put it in his pants pocket. Then walk back into the house immediately.

"This is my phone" said Wildan thrust his phone when it was in front of Nilla. The glasses woman is now seen holding a laptop with an orange logo.

"You pee?" ask Angel suddenly.

"Yes, why?" Wildan asked back.

Wildan was silent. He never expected Angel to see that detail. The woman felt really concerned about Wildan's behavior and behavior. In Wildan's heart, Angel was deliberately watching him.

"Sorry, men like me often behave dirty," said Wildan bowed. There is no choice but to apologize.

"Not pa pa pa. Just relax Wildan. Angel alone is excessive," continued Nilla with a smile.

"I'm gonna take a shower. Sultry." Angel stood up from her seat and went into Nilla's room. He picked up a maroon-red towel and rushed to the bathroom. Now there's only Wildan and Nilla in the living room. Nilla is busy packing Wildan's cell phone.

"Until this moment, I still don't fully believe that my Father is an invader*t" muttered Wildan.

"Based on the stories of people, my father was also not a person who was kind and kind. I who have never seen the look of his face actually do not feel an inner bond with him," said Nilla relaxed.

"Then from that, I really don't need an apology from the Clowns' families. Including you. You don't owe me an apology" Nilla continued.

"Then, what do you really want with this revenge?" Wildan scrunched his forehead.

"Where ya. Although my Father may not be a good parent, but if the tragedy of the plunder*does not happen, my life is clearly more organized. Matterally, surely, also inwardly. Wasn't it natural in your childhood to dream of having a complete family? I may not have the bond and longing for my Father. But the Clowns, obviously have sin on the boy whose life was a mess due to the plunder* that took the life," replied Nilla firmly. Wildan gulped, his chest tight.

Finally, Wildan realized the reason his father was determined to end his life. Maybe in his old age he was haunted by regret. And it's a pity that the only boy can't be expected. The relationship between father and son is tenuous, making them rarely greet.

To be honest as bad as Mr. Umar, Wildan still loves him. A love that was never expressed. Somehow getting older, humans often find it difficult to express and show affection to their parents. When I was a child, hugging my parents was an easy thing to do. However, after adolescence and adulthood, it is difficult to repeat the spoiled attitude.

"So, your father was stunned*h during the plundering event* that?" ask Wildan curious.

"Yes. Later after your phone can be used searching alone, the tragedy in the year 91" said Nilla.

"Then, among the 12 clowns who took the life of your Father?" ask Wildan again.

"Don't know. Only the clowns know. It could be your father Wildan." Nilla looked at Wildan sharply. The man's eyeballs seemed to tremble for a moment, then he turned his gaze.

"But once again, you don't owe me an apology. The sins of parents are not passed on to their children. Relax, relax. You look very tense" Nilla said with a joking tone.

Wildan once again swallowed his saliva. How could he possibly be at peace with a woman who had been ruined by her father's past sins? Sin cannot be inherited, but revenge can be ingrained and hereditary. Wildan was well aware of that.

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