12 Badoets
Tearless Papat

Using online transportation, three women head to an empty house. They descend right in the yard that has been overgrown with weeds and shrubs. A black car was parked in the garage. Thick dust stuck even though only a few days the car was not heated.

The shoulder-haired woman immediately started the car, while two other women sat on the terrace of the unkempt house. The bespectacled woman several times stared at the nameplate attached to the front wall. Nameplate that says Seruni, looks dull and worn.

While the other woman, red hair with a striking lipstick color. He shook his hands, seemingly feeling stifled. There was a little strangeness about that woman. When the long skirt is revealed, it looks like leg feathers with a long and unnatural size.

The car came out of the garage and stopped right in the middle of the yard. Angel, the woman with the shoulder-length hair, got out of the car with her sturdy and dashing steps. He glanced at the red-haired woman, then was seen holding back a smile.

"You fit in and dress up like that, too" Angel mocked.

The red-haired woman glared at Angel. He pulled his long hair a little rough. When the long red hair was released, it was then seen that the woman was Wildan in disguise.

"My head itches" Wildan lamented, scratching his now-returned sack of hair black. Some dandruff grains were seen floating in the air.

"But seriously, you fit in dressing up like that. The three of us are like a trio of crime-fighting girls" Angel said with a laugh.

"Stying in the action movies you mean?" Wildan.

"Return your voice. You must be gentle" said Angel.

"Ehem ahem's. Like in action movies so you mean Sister Angel?" Wildan repeated his sentence with a shrill voice and intonation. Angel laughed at hearing it. Laughter broken.

"Ha ha ha. You fit in like this, Wildan. Uppss sorry, your name is now Wilnona" said Angel. This morning the woman looked happier. Wildan's performance managed to make Angel's mood better than the previous days.

Things look different from the look on Nilla's face. The glasses woman since getting off the taxi online was immediately gloomy-faced. Glasses with thick lenses are not able to cover the look of my eyes. It was as if there was an unspoken sadness from her tiny lips.

"Are you okay Nilla?" ask Wildan worried about Nilla's condition.

"Yahh," said Nilla nodding after a long sigh.

"Emm, I almost forgot our plan today." Nilla pulled out the phone from a small sling bag that split her chest.

"Target named Sarno. Today it is better known by the nickname Ki Sarno Legowo. Legowo predicate this because he said that the treatment there pay it at will. There is no benchmark price, or special dowry," said Nilla read the screen of his cellphone.

"That means he's a good man dong" Wildan said.

"The problem is that he only accepts female patients. Most patients who come there to put up piles, pellets, and things like that. His reputation is very good. Although there are also some people who complain, he said the Sarno likes to tease his patients," Nilla explained.

"Sarno had 3 to 5 roof tiles in his house. The one in charge of escorting, and guarding it while meditating. According to information, his bodyguard will always follow this Sarno wherever he goes. Except to one place" said Nilla staring intently at Wildan.

"Where?" ask Wildan impatiently.

"Ritual rooms, or healing rooms for patients," Nilla replied.

"So, your job is to pretend to be a victim of pellets from men who like you. I'll come with you, into the ritual chamber. And that's where we're going to ambush the psychic" Angel said.

"Well, what if I get caught before I get taken into the ritual room? Isn't he a famous psychic? It must have been easy to tell which one was right and pretend to be possessed" Wildan argued. He feels Angel's plans are under-matched.

"Then from that, your acting should be really convincing. And if it remains to be discovered, then make a second plan" Angel replied with a meaningful smile. Wildan scrunched his forehead.

"Use flirting tactics and seduce Wilnona. Si Sarno is famous for being flirtatious, if he does not believe in your acting skills then make him believe that you want time alone with him," continued Angel.

"You're out of your mind. Besides, aren't you guys worried that we're wrong? What if this Sarno isn't clown number 4, the guy we're looking for?" wildan's debate is upset.

"This information is valid, and cannot be mistaken. Believe me," said Nilla with a flat face.

"We can prove the truth of this information, by questioning the Sarno. Never mind, just do your job Wilnona!" hardik Angel's. Wildan just shut up.

Without Wildan's eyes, Angel flicked her hands, signaling Nilla to get closer to him. The two women immediately walked into the car garage, leaving Wildan alone busy arranging his red wig.

"Why do you look moody Nilla?" angel asked when she was sure Wildan wouldn't hear their conversation.

"Do I need to answer this question? I think you already know the reason," replied Nilla turning her face away.

"If not for thinking about Mother, I've sold this house. Too many happy memories that end up feeling sad if felt now" said Nilla staring at the dull garage wall before him.

"Angel, there is one thing that stuck in my mind from yesterday" Nilla said later.

"What's that?" Angel scrunched his forehead.

"Who has killed Clown number 5, injected Trisno with sodium bicarbonate? Could it be 'him'?" asked Nilla with sharp eyes.

"No way." Angel shook with confidence.

"Didn't the culprit have already prepared the liquid? It means you know exactly that Trisno suffered a stroke. 'He' knows, right? Know from you?" insist Nilla.

"Yes, he knows. But there's no way 'he' can prepare that liquid with Nilla's instant" Angel argued.

"Then who?" ask Nilla.

"Most likely, the golden watch. Or . . ." Angel did not continue his sentence. He looks doubtful.

"What?" insist Nilla.

"There are others who are after the Clowns" Angel replied hesitantly.

"Huh? Where's possible?" Nilla did not seem to believe Angel's words.

"What's impossible?" suddenly Wildan asked. The man was already standing behind Angel and Nilla.

"What are you guys talking about? Don't you discuss my appearance, okay?" asked Wildan with a pouting face.

"Ah yes. We set the strategy again," replied Angel reasoned.

"I'm still not sure of the plan this time. It felt silly and bod*h," Wildan said, shaking his long skirt.

"Failing opportunities are very high. If we were even held hostage by the Sarno temple how?" Wildan was panicking.

"Nilla will stay in the car. If in an hour we have not left the shaman's house, then Nilla will call for help," replied Angel casually.

"Help?" Wildan frowned. Angel nodded quickly.

"I'm getting suspicious that this team isn't just the three of us. There are others behind you who inform, support, morale and material" Wildan said in a raspy voice. His throat felt sore because he had learned to change the voice like a woman.

Connect___

This is how I am.

Nulis was finally broken.

I hope the ones reading will survive.

I will write this story until it is finished.

At the end of the year, there is a lot of excitement.

But for me writing is one priority, a fun activity.

So, let's have fun with the story of the Clowns until the end.

Don't get bored, don't turn away.

The Love U All.