12 Badoets
Rolicure

A pair of hands came closer, settling down without a sound. In the dim light of the lamp, the hands were seen about to clutch their necks on a shabby floor mattress. Only a few inches away, the hand will touch the exposed skin of the neck. Suddenly, his movement stopped.

Angel pulled out her trembling hands. He crouched down, looking at Wildan who was still asleep in his sleep. Angel's eyes looked agitated. There is a struggle in the inner woman with shoulder-length hair this time pigtailed the horse.

"You shouldn't sleep with a face like you don't know anything like this, like there's no burden in your life. Fucking shit! Shouldn't you be responsible for the destruction of my life?" gumam Angel. His voice was barely audible, only his lips seemed to twitch.

The clock on the wall ticked with its voice that seemed to echo. The morning felt quiet. Even in downtown housing, 5 am is the laziest time for everyone to get out of bed. The cold air made anyone choose to hide behind his blanket.

"Einem!" suddenly someone's voice rang.

Nilla stood next to Angel. Her hair looks messy. Eyes look straight without glasses. The girl smiled ignorantly, looking cute and adorable. Angel gasped in shock at Nilla's sudden arrival.

"It's still morning." Nilla bobbing head.

"What?" ask Angel a little snarl.

"Well, cook early in the morning has looked at men with such desire," ledek Nilla.

Wildan slowly opened his eyes. The two women's debate disrupted her sleep. Wildan rubbed his still heavy eyes to open completely. She was a little surprised to realize, Angel was crouching before her.

"What's this?" ask Wildan after a wide yawn.

"Angel seems to be pouncing on you, Wildan. Rawwrrrr," Nilla said as she moved her palms as if clawing at the wind.

"Your sheep's splinter! I just want to wake him up. This morning we have to go around looking for the scorpion tattoo." Angel grumbling.

"I'm gonna take a shower first. Nilla will be there soon! Your daleman in the laundry tub. Don't you worry about being seen by this old man? Huh uh?" Angel squinted her eyes at Wildan.

"Yes yes. But if I'm holy, who cooks who? We need enough energy for today. Remember, logistics used to be logic. Without logistics, logic wouldn't work." Nilla's ruffled waist.

Wildan silently watched the behavior of the two women in front of him. There was a bit of surprise in my heart. At the beginning of the meeting, Nilla felt stiff, indifferent, even unwilling to shake hands. In fact she was a cheerful girl, and her aura felt positive. While Angel, until now feels mysterious, as if something is hidden and hidden.

"Emm, what if I cook?" wildan's proposal after a moment of silence.

"Huh? Can you?" ask Nilla.

"At home usually the one who eats me. My father is old" replied Wildan.

"Ohh, the Clown number 2 yes," continued Nilla quickly. His expression seemed to change. He walked back into his room.

Wildan gulped. He realizes, however, that Nilla still holds a grudge against Mr. Umar, Mr. Wildan. Although the person no longer exists in the world, even his death* in a sad way, but the feelings of inadmissibility and heartache are still there.

"Okay" said Wildan, sighing softly.

Angel stood up and walked away. Wildan watched the girl's back. His footsteps were so silent, barely audible. The way it runs is bent, looks graceful with a proportional body.

"God. What I think." Wildan patted his own cheek. It dawned on her hypnotized the mysterious woman's slim body. Men's eyes are hard to control. Although the brain is a lot of burden on the mind, in fact the netra always find beautiful things to admire.

Not wanting to linger daydreaming, especially when it was still morning, Wildan immediately revealed the blanket that covered his body. He deftly folded the thick cloth, and piled it in the corner of the floor mattress. Every now and then Wildan felt his brow split open. He was not used to the new appearance that made him feel strange.

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At half-time 7 am, fried rice and omelet are served at the dinner table. There was a sweet smell of the still-warm food. Three cups of coffee also reflect thin smoke. The smell of coffee fragrant makes the eyes that still leave a little drowsiness open wide.

"Waahh, it looks delicious," said Nilla clapping spoiled. This time the bespectacled woman was wearing a sky blue oversize shirt, with slightly loose jeans. While his hair was left out.

"Don't judge a book by its cover. Don't be too enthusiastic about what you see. From the end you will be disappointed" said Angel cynical. Angel wore a white tights shirt and black pants. Her hair that is not how long is also left to be broken. Her lips look natural pink without excessive lipstick scratches.

"I thought initially there were many ingredients, in fact in the kitchen there was only rice, eggs, leeks. Even the ingredients are incomplete. Fortunately there is still soy sauce, which can add to the aroma of fried rice more fragrant. You guys never cook, do you?" wildan grumbled a little. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and knee-length jeans. Looks like it fits with his appearance now. Silver hair, magnetic earrings on the left ear, as well as scratches that split his right eyebrow further add to the wild impression.

"We never cook. Hungry to buy," replied Angel lightly.

"Where do you get your money from? What are you guys working on?" ask Wildan curious. Angel and Nilla exchanged looks.

"Followly, don't use the dinner table to chat. Said wong as old as 'ra ilok', not good. Eat yookk," said Nilla, switching the conversation, while pouring fried rice on her plate.

Angel also poured rice, mimicking what Nilla did. But he was seen taking rice with a smaller portion than Nilla. Not because of diet, Angel is not sure about the taste of Wildan cuisine.

A little hesitant, Angel feeds a spoonful of fried rice into her tiny mouth. He tasted it for a moment. And finally realized, Wildan's fried rice tasted savory, sweet, and salty.

"Waahh, how can it be this good? It was like fried rice made by the front brothers of the alley," cried Nilla amazed.

"I smoothed the garlic and soaked it in cooking oil for a few minutes. Just lit the stove fire. With a small ignition, after the fragrant aroma came out I put another spice," Wildan said proudly. This time, some of his cooking was praised.

"Here we go, we finish the meal. Remember, our goal together in this place is not to play house-housing. We need to find the clowns. And after all this is done, we can live each other's lives in peace. We are just strangers who are met by a dark destiny from the past" Angel said.

In the end, everyone was silent. Cuisine that initially felt savory and delicious, is now bland in the sense of taste.

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