12 Badoets
Patlicurist

The second shop is in the middle of a village settlement. At the foot of a green hill, the air feels cool and refreshing all the time. The store looks very crowded with buyers. It is the only major store in the area.

This time it was Angel's turn to enter the store. He pretended to buy some kind of flour while observing. It feels difficult to offer radio advertising cooperation when the store is crowded and crowded. Blending into one of the buyers is the only way to think.

There were two employees in the shop. Both are young women. One was packing sugar and the other was busy listening to the requests of the buyers' mothers. While at the back, there was a thin man who looked like a shop owner as well as serving as a cashier.

The guy doesn't look too old. Her hair is still completely black. His body was thin, with protruding cheekbones. He was just wearing a tanned white singlet shirt. The feathers seemed to flutter in front of a large fan next to the seat.

Angel approached. He carries a small amount of groceries. At random Angel took three types of flour, namely cornstarch, wheat flour and cassava starch. I don't know what to cook later, Angel doesn't care.

"Non't you?" ask the skinny guy. He watched Angel from head to toe. His eyes looked flirtatious with the junks going up and down swallowing saliva earlier.

"Already Sir. How many?" ask Angel to relax.

"Call him sir. Just call me that. Miss what's her name? Not the people here, right? Never seen me. And it doesn't feel possible if I don't know there's this kind of gem in this area." The skinny man blinked his eyes. Angel held the nausea in her stomach.

"Om the owner of this shop?" ask Angel again. He actually felt uncomfortable, but still tried to observe the details of the skinny man.

"Oh yes obviously dong. I'm a boss, big boss here. Women who want to be with me, guaranteed his life serene, prosperous, loh jinawi," said the male shop owner proudly. He patted his own chest and accidentally exposed the black scratches on the outer right arm. Angel watched closely, but did not feel confident about the image on the interlocutor's arm.

"Emmm, I'm sorry. On the arm was the tattoo?" ask Angel. He blinked his eyes, trying to tease the shopkeeper.

"Yes. Why?" The shop owner asked. He returned Angel's wink by grabbing the back of the beautiful woman's hand.

Angel is actually uncomfortable. Inwardly he was eager to pull the skinny man's arm and slam him to the floor. However, Angel tries to be patient to get his goal.

"Do you like tattooed men? Cool right?" the shop owner asked.

At that moment came another buyer approaching. A middle-aged mother wearing a shabby negligee.

"Lik, is there sugar? How much is a kilo?" ask the mothers of berdaster.

"Se kilo 10 ounces. Ask my staff there! Just bothering people about your job!" the shop owner was angry. The sisters walked away with their lips still grumbling.

"Sorry, there's an ad through. How-how? Are you interested in this tattoo on my arm?" asked the store owner while moving his hands as if he was showing off his biceps muscles even though the man's arm was just a bone wrapped in skin.

"What is that picture? I love the art of drawing" Angel said.

"This is a picture of a rose. I admire the beautiful and thorny flowers. Beautiful and aw aw aw aw, the durinya can stab into my heart. But at this time the tattoo is in the process of removing using a laser, so the image is a burem," explained the shop owner with his flirtatious eyes.

"So, isn't the scorpion tattoo a picture?" ask Angel to make sure.

"Yes, I like it. I want to tattoo your liver, stomach, pancreas! Old jackfruit is disgusting!" Angel glared and twisted the arm of the shop owner who had been rubbing the back of his hand.

"Aakhhh! You're crazy!" the shop owner was in pain.

Angel threw the shop owner's hand. Everyone looked at Angel. Not only that, Angel then threw the flour in his shopping basket right on the face of the shop owner. The white fine grains were also scattered in the air. The shop owner's face turned spruce, like a baby that had just been bathed and gunned down by his mother.

Without saying a word Angel walked out and rushed to two friends waiting by the roadside. From the look of his eyes only Angel looks to hold anger. It looks so violent and scary. Wildan knew about it.

"What's wrong? You seem to be upset?" ask Wildan curious.

"You found the scorpion tattoo?" Nilla.

"Not this shop. The owner is just a skinny guy who eM Te Ka eR Je!" angel answered a little.

"Huh? Especially tuh?" Wildan gawking.

"Ma Ta Ke Ran Jang!" Angel glaring. Wildan gulped.

"From the eyes down to the bed. Ha ha ha," led Nilla with a loud voice of laughter.

"Your grandmother broke dance!" Angel pulls out Nilla's helmet-covered head.

"Heheh. We are cus again. Go to the next place," take Nilla. Angel agreed.

Finally for a full day, Angel, Nilla, and Wildan toured the outskirts of P. Moving from one store to another. Observe one person to another. But in fact, none of the shopkeepers were over 65 years old and had a scorpion tattoo on their right arm.

"Don't let the tattoo be removed. It could be" Wildan said, starting the conversation. The three of them now enjoy a cup of coffee at the roadside warkop. There was a plate of warm fried food accompanying their tiring twilight.

"Where's Nile? Maybe the guy we're looking for has already erased his tattoo?" ask Angel later.

"Eitherway. The info I got was that." Nilla shrugged her shoulders.

"Info where the hell is it? The information you get may not be valid. We're just wasting our time and energy like this" Wildan said.

"Even, enough! You don't fuss over Wildan. The information Nilla got was never wrong. Even that information saved your life. If the information is not true, now you are a corpse in the hands of clown number 6. I was at your house and saved you that night, also thanks to Nilla's info, damn it!" Angel grumpy.

Wildan was silent this time. He did not want to argue with Angel who looked annoyed and irritated. Actually Wildan was very curious about the ins and outs of Angel and Nilla. Where is their source of information. How they had lunge all this time in looking for the Clowns. And why are they moving now after 30 years of clown mask tragedy?

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