12 Badoets
Nemlikur

Footsteps crept. His agile movements with his tiny heels were so silent almost without a sound. The two uninvited guests entered the vestibule and continued to step forward while circulating his gaze that was as bright as the eyes of an eagle.

In the end the move stopped behind an old man sitting in a wheelchair. The sound of TV sounds loud, featuring comedy shows that sometimes feel crisp. There was no laughter, the man in the wheelchair looked only at the TV screen without expression.

Angel approached first. He stood in front of the owner of the house. They look at each other in silence. Angel observes the right arm as wrinkled, like a bone wrapped in old skin.

The man in the wheelchair was white-haired, with a bald circumference in his crown. His face was concave, with protruding cheekbones. His body seems to be trembling. His mouth seemed to move about to speak, but no sound came out of his throat.

One thing that makes Angel can not turn his eyes. On the right arm of the old man was a picture. Although faint, but still quite clearly visible a green tattoo. A picture of a shrill scorpion, following the sagging old skin.

Angel turned to Nilla who was still standing glued and waiting. She nodded her head signaling to Nilla, that this helpless man was what they were looking for. Unmistakably, from the image on his right arm, and the corresponding age, that man was Clown number 5.

"Maybe you don't know me, Old Man. But I know you clearly. You are Clown number 5, one of the perpetrators of the crime in the year 91" Angel said with a sharp look.

The man in the wheelchair was writhing with his eyes glaring. Only one hand can be moved, trying to grab Angel's jacket collar.

"Seeing you like this I'm actually concerned. God is fair. Despite the struggles of booty, in fact your old age is unhappy. Even moving can't." Angel smiled cynically.

"Maybe you wonder in your heart, if you still have a heart. Who we are, why did we come to visit you and recognize you as the colonizer*t," continued Nilla, standing beside Angel. The two women smiled cynically at Clown Number 5.

"Old Man, listen to this carefully. Clown number 2 has hanged himself. Haunted by guilt, she chose to end her life. Actually our purpose here is to inquire about the will written by clown number 2. Unfortunately, your old body is unable to speak" continued Angel.

"Our long journey was indeed in vain, because it could not get any information from you. But looking at your condition like this, I'm quite satisfied. Destiny punishes you in unexpected ways. Stay alive, I pray for your long life to enjoy all the suffering," Nilla chuckled.

I heard footsteps approaching. Wildan and the fat man are back from the bathroom.

"What are you doing here?" the fat man snapped when he saw Angel and Nilla smiling in front of his paralyzed uncle.

"Relax om, we just want to say hello" said Angel casually.

"Enter a man's own house. Don't you guys be a platoon of usurpers*k!" hardik fat man with bulging eyes.

"Waahh, you're wrong om. When it comes to the seizure of the property of others, uncle njengan is the most experienced. Don't talk about the robbery in front of the culprit himself" Angel answered staring cynically at the man in the wheelchair.

"Huh? Whatchu mean? You're not in your right mind?" fat man screaming furiously.

Suddenly the man in the wheelchair growled. He tried to scream with a red face. His mouth was comatose, with trembling hands pointing at the uninvited guests.

"It looks like my uncle is disturbed. If there is no interest please get out of this house!" once again the fat man snapped.

"I'm sorry sir. Thank you for helping" Wildan said, trying to calm down.

"Goodbye clown number 5. May one day you gather with another clown in hell" whispered Angel softly, patting the host's shoulder gently.

Men in wheelchairs squirming wildly. Still with trembling hands, he tried to point at his guests who were walking out of the house.

"That was clown number 5? Scorpion tattoo?" ask Wildan after being on his bike.

"Yes. Father's Friend. Robber of my Father's house" replied Nilla. Now he's back on Wildan's bell.

"What did you guys do to him?" ask Wildan again.

"Just say hello, and pray that he will suffer" Angel said. He smiled with satisfaction.

"Do you not feel sorry for such a condition? Old and diseased body." Wildan sighed. Wildan was a taste, so soft of heart. Easy to move easily touched.

"I don't know what way you grew up. But I think you're really flabby Wildan. You have empathy for criminals. But I can't understand my feelings as the real victim of 91" Nilla said. His voice sounded a little shaky.

"All you see is the present. But you forgot the bitter years of my life" Nilla continued.

"Karma will always happen. The world is spinning repeatedly. Day and night alternating. Today you plant evil, and tomorrow it will ensnare you" Angel said. Wildan this time was silent, not warty. The words of the two girls seeped in Wildan's heart.

Revenge is scary. Like a fire under a pile of dry wood. It will slowly burn and devour the human heart. Then, what was left after the avenged revenge? There aren't. There is only charcoal and ashes, hearts that blacken, molt, and lose love.

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At eight o'clock in the night, a fat man came out to his uncle. Tonight he had an appointment with someone in town. His uncle was silent, seemingly daydreaming after the arrival of strangers just a moment ago. There was a little regret in the heart of the fat man why he had let two girls and one foreign man into the house.

After closing the trellis fence, the fat man drove towards the city. With a duck motor that looked dirty full of mud, he split the cold air of the night. Without realizing it, there was someone who was watching his house from a distance.

After the departure of the fat man, the figure that had been hiding behind the darkness finally came out. The figure was sturdy, walking gallantly. After prying the lock, he opened the trellis and entered the house.

Unbeknownst to the owner of the house, a foreign figure stands behind him. Watching and observing a few moments in silence. Then with a smile on his blackened lips the figure crouched down in front of the host.

"Halloo Mr. Trisno. Trisno, the clown number 5. Life is full of treasure, but useless because of the pain suffered. I have come to relieve you of suffering" said the stranger, issuing a syringe that had been filled with some sort of liquid. With a sudden movement he injected liquid into the helpless thigh of the Host.

"Look, it's just sodium bicarbonate Mr. Trisno." The foreign figure chuckled and grinned widely.

Connect___

And again, the update faltered. this time the family at home on the fall. the hot leak, as well as the mistress of the key holder of the room is less fit. as a result two days have not had time to write. may the good-natured reader still be willing to wait for 12 Badoet.

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