12 Badoets
Tellulikur

Two matic motors were removed from the garage. Looks dusty and less well-maintained. Even the handlebar part looks spider web form a web that connects to the rearview mirror.

"Nil, how many centuries has the motor not come out of the garage?" ask Angel while patting the moldy motorcycle seat.

"Yes since you left. There hasn't been a month either" Nilla replied casually.

"Wait a minute, so you've been living here all this time, Ngel?" Wildan asked curiously.

"Yes since my father did not exist. I went with Nilla, "Angel answered without looking. He was busy cleaning the motor matic with the wide-treaded wheels.

"I feel strange. How do you know each other? Isn't Angel's father one of the clowns? The victim of the Clowns was Nilla's father. Then, how could you be friends like you are now?" ask Wildan again.

Angel put her washcloth on the motorcycle seat. He turned to Nilla who was leaning against the garage wall. The two smiled at each other after exchanging looks.

"It's the tiny folds in your brain that start to work" Angel said.

"Don't you think only Clown 2 or your Father regretted his past actions. My father regretted it, even throughout his life. From the beginning, Clown 7 or Mr. Santoso, did not agree with the idea of taking property of Mr. Sumiran. He was forced to do so because he needed money to pay the debt. After the plunder* that, Mr. haunted by guilt then looking for the child of Mr. Sumiran and in the end he found Nilla. Taking myself with us, we visited this house. Long story short I'm familiar with Nilla and we're friends until now" explained Angel, setting her sights on Nilla who was seen cleaning her dewy glasses.

"Emm, another one that intrigues me. Where are you guys going?" Wildan looked at Angel and Nilla alternately.

"It's dead" replied Angel and Nilla one voice.

Wildan. He sighed. For the umpteenth time Wildan felt the thread of destiny played a role, bringing together a human child who had a similar fate.

"Often we hear the saying that what man sows will one day be harvested. I think the process of harvesting or harvesting from the journey of life is not only the human being himself who will feel it but also his offspring," Wildan murmured later.

"Huh? So you blame your parents for a life like this?" Angel grinning.

"No, it's not like that. It's just that from now on, I think I'll be more careful stepping in this life. In order that someday, the posterity will not be troubled by my actions," replied Wildan, looking at his eyes to control far away.

"Hey, we talked. Now we have to turn on this bike. Clown 5 is waiting to be found," interrupted Nilla throwing a motorcycle key at Wildan.

Wildan tried to start the bike in front of him. There was a crackling sound for a moment, but the motor would not turn on. The motor is being cleaned by Angel.

"Maybe the accu tekor," said Wildan. With his right foot, Wildan immediately tried using a kick starter. And sure enough, after three tries the motor finally turns on. The exhaust had spouted blackish dust with a pungent gasoline aroma.

"You're Nilla's bonceng. Follow me and don't get too far behind me" Angel said, sitting on his bike. He wore a tight brown leather jacket, displaying his fierce curves. A retro helmet in matching colors with its jacket mounted on the head.

"Why isn't Nilla with you?" ask Wildan then.

"If you ride your own bike, we're afraid you'll run away later. We need you anyway for the hunt for the Clowns" said Nilla, already sitting in Wildan's backseat. He also thrust a black retro classic helmet at Wildan.

"There are two motorcycles in your house. Do you have 3 helmets?" Wildan squinted his eyes.

With a single jolt, Angel darted down a narrow residential street. Wildan followed him. The road is empty at this time. At 8 am, people are busy with their activities. There are those at work, office, or school, making residential areas seem deserted as if uninhabited.

No more than 30 minutes, Wildan's motorbike came out of the smooth county road. The matic motorbike is now passing through a bumpy road and there are several holes right in the middle of the asphalt.

Angel started to reduce the speed of the motor. They arrived at a grocery store located in a quiet rice field area.

"We went into the store, observed and searched for a man no less than 65 years old with a scorpion tattoo on his right arm" Nilla said. Angel and Wildan followed behind.

"Excuse me." Nilla shouted quite loudly.

Not long after, an old man with glasses came closer. From the looks of it, the man was almost 70 years old. His footsteps seemed to tremble a little.

"What's non's day?" ask the store owner's man to Nilla. His voice sounded hoarse and heavy.

"Emm, I'm sorry sir you're the owner of this shop?" tanya Nilla is stale.

"Yes my own. What's the matter Non?" ask the shop owner again.

"This Sir. We from FM radio want to submit a proposal for cooperation with Mr," said Angel while removing a yellow map from his bag.

"By advertising your store on our radio, your store will be more crowded. There are 1 million cheap packages per month in 1 week of ads aired 4 times. Please brochure," explained Angel thrust a yellow map to the store owner.

After observing Angel for a while, the shopkeeper reached out his right hand to receive the brochure in the folder. At that moment, both Angel, Nilla and Wildan, all eyes were on the shop owner's right arm.

Wildan's heart beat fast. There is a feeling of anxious expectation. If the person in front of him was really the number 5 clown, then what were the two reckless girls going to do?

But it turns out that the right arm of the owner of the shop was clean, there was no image of a scorpion tattoo. Angel and Nilla exchanged glances then nodded simultaneously.

"Sir brochures and proposals for you only. Can be used as reading material. We say goodbye, we apologize for disturbing the genengan," Nilla said with a smile.

"Lho uh?" The shop owner scratched his head. Nilla, Angel and Wildan immediately left, leaving the bespectacled shopkeeper in a confused state.

"You really prepared it well. Proposals and brochures, how do you make them quickly?" ask Wildan curious.

"Brochure and all of it has been there since before. Methods of offering advertising we always use in reconnaissance and for scraping information. Quite effective all along," explains Nilla briefly. They are now on a motorcycle down a paved road full of gaping holes. Both Angel and Wildan drive the bike at a speed of no more than 60 kilometers per hour. They head to the second location, a rural grocery store to find the scorpion tattoo.

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It could be that this chapter is a bit messy. that is written again sleepy, but somehow really want to up a new chapter.yuhuuu