12 Badoets
Siji Tear

The Inca ignited the clamped cigarette with their index and middle fingers. Her red lips look like they taste the white filter. Thin smoke billowed, the Inca looked up to enjoy every scent from the burning of tobacco and cloves.

Wildan watched the new neighbor this morning with a worried look on his face. He was motionless, still standing in the doorway with a few sweaty beads running down his forehead.

"Come Wildan. Close the door, and sit near me" the Inca said with a smile. Wildan remained silent, unmoved.

"You wonder how I know your name? Close the door, come here. I'll show you something, "pinta Inka patted the seat pad next to her.

This time Wildan. He felt he had no other choice. Wildan closed the front door and immediately sat down in the seat the Inca requested. They faced each other in silence for a few moments.

Inca reached into the pocket of the pants. Take out a striking pink android phone case. He put the phone to Wildan. On the mobile phone screen appears an article containing an announcement from the police office with the title of using capital letters.

The announcement mentions the search for a young man named Wildan who is suspected of being involved in a criminal case. Two photos are posted there. Wildan photo with an old appearance, black hair is quite long. Also a photo of Wildan in the edit with thick hair and silver color.

"When I look at this picture I think of you. But you introduced yourself this morning as Willy. Then I bet you, trying to call you Wildan. It turns out that your reaction and expression show that you are surprised. That means you are indeed the person in this announcement. Your name is not Willy, but Wildan," urged the Inca back to smoke the cigarette.

Wildan. He felt trapped. Why is he so easily frightened? He should be able to act calm and not rush to reveal his identity. The Inca was just guessing.

"Then, what do you want? I'm accused of being a hunter*h. You came to the lion's den. Aren't you afraid of me?" ask Wildan trying to scare his interlocutor.

"Waow, don't put on such a serious face." Inka chuckles.

"I've had enough experience with men. Correct if I'm wrong. People like you, with innocent faces, pensive mornings in back gardens, no smoking, and can't show a surprised expression, I'm not sure anyone with such traits is a hunter*h," guess the Inca with her casual face.

"Don't judge the contents of the book by the cover" Wildan said, still trying to scare the Inca.

"Ohh okay, let's just say you're a cold-blooded criminal. I'm not afraid anyway." Inca breathed his cigarette smoke right into Wildan's face. Makes him cough.

"Then, what do you want?" ask Wildan annoyed. A few days with Angel he was tired of being intimidated. Now he has to deal with the Inca, who apparently have a similar temperament to Angel. Or maybe the woman in front of him was worse.

"I want to try something new. Maybe this sounds absurd, strange or even stupid. But here I am. I want you to be my girlfriend" replied the Inca again exhaled her cigarette smoke to Wildan.

"Huh?" Wildan was shocked. To Wildan there was nothing more bizarre and crazy in the world than the woman sitting before him.

"Why?" Inka frowned.

"We just met this morning. And I'm a fugitive. Has your brain been sliding?" Wildan glares.

"Hu hu hu. The reason is two. First you're handsome, more handsome than my ex. Second because I love challenges. I like to try things. I'm the kind of person who lives with unbearable curiosity. And this time, I wonder what it's like to date a fugitive. Besides, now my chest ripples when I'm with you. I think this is love" explained the Inka relaxed. An expression of love that is crazy and beyond reason.

"You're weird" Wildan argued.

"Oh come on, aren't you interested in me? Am I less beautiful?" tanya Inka teases.

"It's not like that. I'm not in a relationship with anyone right now" Wildan replied firmly.

"You don't have my boy's choice. You turned me down, which means I called the nearest police officer. I'll tell you, their fugitives are here. If you accept me as your escape, your fugitive time here will be wonderful with me. Honey on my right hand and poison on my left. Cook you pick poison?" Inka chuckles.

"You're crazy!" Wildan's head-scarf.

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Through the middle of the day there was a motorbike matic sound in the yard that was not how wide it was. Angel and Nilla are home. Nilla carries three plastic chicken noodles that still feel warm.

Angel went straight into the house and headed to the room. He immediately replaced his shirt with a t-shirt. The beautiful woman felt hot. After changing clothes, he rushed to the kitchen to get some drinking water. Angel had glanced at Wildan who was asleep in front of the tv.

Nilla came into the kitchen. Take a bowl, spoon and fork. Then put the tableware on the front floor of the tv. Wildan still seemed to be asleep. Not disturbed by the arrival of Angel and Nilla.

"Wake up woey." Angel shook Wildan's body a little rough.

Wildan opened his eyes slowly. I yawned a few times and smiled when I found out Angel and Nilla were home.

"Sembrono once you. Sleep with the front door left open!" hardik Angel's.

"Yes? I overslept, so I forgot," Wildan smiled wryly.

"Wait a minute" said Nilla, closing her face to Wildan. The glasses girl sniffed. Her tiny nose looks adorable kembis.

"What the hell?" ask Wildan.

"Why do you smell like a woman's perfume?" Nilla asked back. Wildan immediately raised his arm, and sniffed his own scent.

"My smell is like this." Wildan reasoned.

"That'sit. Let's eat," said Nilla thrust a bowl of chicken noodles on Wildan.

"When I was cooking, you know" muttered Wildan a little disappointed.

"Don't be chatty! Your cooking will be for the afternoon!" snapped Angel annoyed.

In the end the three of them had lunch with a chicken noodle menu. Angel and Nilla shut their mouths while eating. They were seen enjoying every mouthful of the soy sauce's sweet-scented food.

"Emmm, we should change my appearance again" Wildan said after putting down his empty bowl.

"Why?" ask Angel full search.

Wildan took a cell phone and thrust it at Angel. An article he obtained from the Inca. White-haired Edit Wildan's photo is plastered there.

"The scorpion tatoo died after we visited from his house. Sodium bicarbonate was found in unnatural amounts in the old man's blood" Wildan said.

"It's good that he's dead" said Angel casually.

"The problem is that eyewitnesses said there were 3 people who visited before. One of them is thought to be me. In the written article, I have a new silver-haired appearance. It's getting complicated. Looks like someone's trying to frame me. Who exactly killed the scorpion tattoo?" Wildan asked. Angel and Nilla just kept quiet.

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