12 Badoets
Telungkul Telu

Some people are waiting for the twilight. The time when the hot air slowly changed with a cool breeze. Staring at the color of the orange sky with a cup of milk coffee, certainly gives a sense of comfort for the heart that is longing. Missing parents, longing for home, longing for lovers, or just longing for the past.

Wildan duduk melamun di halaman belakang. Otaknya menjelajah, mencari memori dan kenangan saat dimana dia menghabiskan waktu dengan berjudi sabung ayam. Kala itu tak pernah terpikirkan dalam hidupnya akan menjadi seorang buron yang hidup dalam pelarian. Apa kabar Jawara? Mungkinkah ayam jago itu sudah masuk di penggorengan?

Wildan was eager to call Ika. He memorized the phone number of his ex-girlfriend. He has typed a number of numbers on his Android screen. But that intention was broken. Wildan did not want to share the increasingly thorny and chaotic problems of life with the former who still had a place in the corner of the heart.

"Dreaming?" a voice broke Wildan's daydream. Angel stands in the kitchen doorway. He stared at Wildan with a look of eyes that looked calmer this afternoon.

"Aren't you the one who said that the 'surup' time was the worst time of the day. Why use it to daydream? Not afraid of the snooze?" angel asked a little mockingly.

"Eitherway. I feel better that I am missing my memory or being replaced by my role in this world rather than living the way I am today" Wildan said with a sigh.

"Hearing that phrase out of your mouth feels good" said Angel, sitting next to Wildan, looking at the reddish sky.

"Huh? Meanin?" Wildan scrunched his forehead.

"You fit in despair. Really, it's the first time I've met someone as pessimistic as you. Ha ha ha." Angel chuckled, her laughter breaking.

"Laugh, as you please." Wildan.

"But to be honest, meeting you makes me feel more sane. You're a good man, Wildan. You feel forgiving easily. Even when Anwar is about to finish you off you can still forgive him. You are not a vengeful person, different from me," murmured Angel softly. His eyes glistened at the sky. Wildan was stunned to see the usually fierce woman feel gentle at this time. Angel was seen hugging her bent knee.

"Who made you grudge Ngel? To be honest, I still don't know you very well" asked Wildan, looking at Angel.

"He he he. Forget Wildan. Perhaps being exposed to the aura of 'surup' made me fumble. Wait here, I'll get you something" said Angel up from his seat. At first glance, the corner of the woman's eyes water.

Wildan's chest rippled. As he recalled, just this time Angel showed his fragile side. Usually the woman looks strong, not easily broken, with eyes that are always sharp scary. But today, Angel looks different. Softer, with his sad look.

Wildan became curious, what happened today? Where were Angel and Nilla this morning? After returning from that undisclosed place, Nilla continued to be in her room. While Angel turned soft and soft. How quaint.

The phone in Wildan's pants pocket suddenly shook. There's a phone coming in. Inca name with heart emoji visible on screen. Wildan hesitated a little to lift it.

"Darling, I was sitting next to eavesdropping and watching you" the Inca half-whispered after her phone call was picked up by Wildan.

Wildan just shut up. She was annoyed to feel trapped to be the girlfriend of the strange woman. Inka named her own contact with an additional heart emoji on Wildan's phone. And worse, now he's spying on Wildan.

"As a woman, I think Angel likes you" Inka continued.

"Huh?" peekik Wildan can't believe it.

"Why are you surprised? Don't tell me you're interested in him, too. Remember yes, you are mine. If until you cheat, I make sure the police come to pick you up," threatened Inka still with a whisper.

"I just don't believe what you say. Angel is a strong, strong woman, and considers me a weak man. I don't think I'm going to get in on his criteria" Wildan said, opening his mouth.

"If it turns out that he's interested in you how?" urge Inca.

"I told you I don't want to be in a relationship with anyone, including Angel, nor with you. I want to focus on clearing my name of the criminal charges" Wildan replied firmly.

Not yet had the Inca reply, the sound of footsteps Angel from inside the house makes Wildan rush to turn off the phone. Angel frowned when he found Wildan who looked wrong.

"Why you?" ask Angel full search. His hand held a small black bowl.

"See panicked. Your face is like a ketulup kebo. Dlongap dlongop," cried Angel.

"What are you carrying?" ask Wildan to switch the conversation.

"Black color hair polish. I think you should change your appearance once again," Angel said showing a black, scented liquid stinging in the bowl.

"Ohh God, can't my hair be damaged if it's constantly exposed to chemical dyes? What if I go bald?" Wildan's head-scarf.

"Thank you fate. Besides your age is already three heads. Naturally dong if experiencing baldness," replied Angel lightly.

"I'm not married shit" Wildan said.

"Already, massage! Don't take your cake or tie it in the clothesline and I'll smear your head with iron paint!" snapped Angel while glaring. The female character returned to the initial setup. Grumpy and creepy.

Wildan also according. His head was ruffled by Angel. Several times the hair dye splashed and dripped onto Wildan's face.

"Can it be a little soft? My face is all spruced up" Wildan grumbled.

"Here, don't be noisy!" angel with a loud voice. Wildan clenched his mouth immediately. Angel held back a laugh without Wildan knowing.

When Angel was engrossed in applying hair paint on Wildan's head, Nilla came with eyes that looked puffy behind her thick glasses. Nilla was wearing only a tight tanktop that showed smooth white skin.

"There is new information" said Nilla. His voice sounded hoarse.

"What?" Angel fast. Wildan who initially wanted to ask why Nilla looked grim finally chose to shut up and listen.

"Sadut number 4. A shaman who lives at the foot of the hill," replied Nilla while fixing the location of her glasses.

"Shaman?" Angel asked convincingly. Nilla simply nodded and turned around, returning inside the house.

"Nilla why?" ask Wildan after Nilla leaves.

"Today is the anniversary of Mother's death" replied Angel cirih.

"Mother?" Wildan scrunched his forehead.

"Business Nilla. Never mind, it's none of your business. Tomorrow morning it looks like we have to go to the shaman's place. Be prepared to pretend to be possessed," Angel said with a slight snapping.

"Huh? Wouldn't I get caught if I pretended?" asked Wildan, looking suddenly. As well as a comb full of hair paint on the hand Angel scratches Wildan's forehead extending to the temple.

"Ha ha ha. Look at your spruce face," Angel's laughter really broke this time. His face was flushed with his eyes fully closed.

In the distance, the orange twilight sky began to be replaced with a dark gray color. Sayup-sayup heard adhan maghrib reverberate, close the day, welcome the arrival of night.

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