12 Badoets
Songolicurist

At 5 am, Wildan woke up to the noise of the neighbors next door who were having a big fight. While Angel and Nilla who sleep in the room is not disturbed at all. They are used to living in the middle of the city.

Wildan got up from the shabby floor mattress and walked over to the backyard. The cold air on his face made his nose feel itchy. The incense is still heard, and things are slammed from the house next door.

Wildan's memories go back in time. When his family was intact. His mother who was always sincere, patient and loving made the simple little family always serene. His father never once did anything rude, be it verbal or physical.

Memories are like old photo albums. It's in the eye patch, but it looks a little blurry. Even sometimes Wildan difficult to distinguish which memory is real and which is just a pseudo dream.

Wildan stepped out of the backyard. He found a moat with clear water. There are some black tadpoles that swim against the current, looking funny with the shape of the body that is round intact.

"Even tadpoles know their purpose in life is to become a frog. As for me, there is no picture of what the future will be" Wildan murmured alone.

The sound of a door slamming from the house next door. Wildan spontaneously stood up and looked over. A long-haired woman in bright red was seen walking with stomping feet. Although the morning air was frozen, the woman was wearing only thin pajamas with two buttons on top that were open.

Realizing that someone was paying attention, the beautiful woman looked back at Wildan. His eyes turned red, perhaps he had just cried after the great quarrel that had just happened.

"Did my quarrel disturb your morning?" ask the woman to Wildan.

"Emm, of course I lied if I answered undisturbed," said Wildan trying to joke.

"Oohh," the woman muttered, smoking a cigarette on her lips. Sip deeply, then exhale the white smoke into the air. Carbon monoxide drifts around in the clean morning air.

"I'm sorry, not to interfere. But I think all things can be discussed without having to be emotional, especially with my own husband," Wildan said trying to give advice. Somehow he remembered with Ika who was reportedly also being plagued by household problems.

"His husband? Ha ha ha ha's. I'm not married yet" said the woman who has now finished a cigarette.

"Huh? Then who was fighting with you?" Wildan's confused.

"He's my boyfriend. Ex more precisely. We had a fight and just broke up" the woman replied casually. Wildan gawking.

"You look surprised. Why?" The woman asked back.

"You guys are dating already living together? Gilak!" Wildan's head-scarf.

"Ha ha ha, don't be so excited. In this area what I do is common. Wow, you just live here? I wish I had never seen your face. I know me Inca." The beautiful woman suddenly introduced herself.

"Ah, yes this house belongs to me anyway. I'm just hitchhiking. My name is Wil-." Wildan suddenly fell silent not continuing his sentence. He hesitated to tell me his name. What if the woman named Inca had seen the news on social media? Wasn't Wildan's name the target the police were pursuing? Although there are many variants of Wildan in this world, it is too risky.

"Huh? What's yourname?" Inka asked curiously.

"Emm, my name is Willy" replied Wildan lying.

"Where are you from?" ask Inka again.

"Near here, really," replied Wildan reasoned.

"Oohh okay. I want to go in first finish the plate that was slammed with that shit*n guy!" muttered Inca while throwing cigarette butts in any place.

"Sorry, I'm not smoking" Wildan said.

"Waah, even though your appearance is suitable if 'ngudud'. And one more thing, because at this time I am officially single you can come to my place if you are free. I'll make you some coffee." Inka blinked one eye and then moved into her house. Wildan was petrified, as if hypnotized by the beauty of the medusa.

At the same time, the kitchen door was opened from the inside. A pair of legs seemed to step straight towards the bathroom. A slightly disheveled shoulder-length hair did not detract from her aura of beauty. Angel stopped walking when she realized she was being watched by Wildan.

"Well, you were there? Want to take a shower?" hardik Angel ketus.

"Just waking up has eaten rawit. Your mouth hurts!" wildan's grumbling was upset.

"Today, Nilla and I are leaving for a while. I'm tasked with guarding the house. Don't try to escape. Remember, you are now a fugitive!" Angel glaring.

"Rather than you worrying that I'm running away, isn't it better that wherever you go I come along" Wildan said with a smile.

"For this time you are at home. Shut up and wait for us to come home!" snapped Angel.

Wildan began to get used to Angel's grumpy and fierce attitude. He was not too depressed with threatening words from the beautiful woman.

"Where are you going?" ask Wildan cengengesan.

"It's none of your business!" Angel walked into the bathroom and slammed the door. Wildan's head-scarf.

At 8 am, Angel and Nilla look neat wearing white shirts. Nilla was so calm with a black bando on her head. Angel is a little different than usual. He was wearing black jeans, looking neat there was no hole in the knee.

"Dragon's home!" Angel glared at Wildan who was sleeping in front of the tv.

"One more. Please masakin something dong make lunch later," pinta Nilla kalem.

"Is there really food in the kitchen?" ask Wildan.

"Well, I had time to shop for a vegetable around me," replied Nilla. Wildan agreed.

Angel got out of the house first. Turn on the motor maticnya for a few minutes, then invite Nilla to leave immediately. Wildan was actually very curious about where the two women were going to leave him at home alone. However, until the sound of Angel's motor matic disappeared in the distance, Wildan did not get an answer.

Angel drives his bike at high speed. Every now and then he checks the spy, just in case Wildan turns out to be following him. The motor continues to go, heading to the city of T.

It did not take long, after twenty minutes on the trip, Angel motor turned in a flower market located on the river bank. Colorful plants that spoil the eyes lined up in front of the stalls with various wall paints.

Angel parked his motorcycle right in front of a kiosk that looked the most spacious among others. The glass door looks clear without a stain. A pamphlet of wood hung in front of the store read 'Welcome to the AdiSinta flower shop'.

A beautiful and graceful woman welcomes the arrival of Angel and Nilla. A smile that always seemed sincere and friendly made Nilla amazed by the owner of the flower stall. With Angel. Women who are fierce and a little urgency is often like hypnotized to act calm when chatting with the owner of the stall.

"Mbak Angel and Mbak Nilla welcome. Take a bouquet of white roses, right?" greet the flower stall owner kindly.

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