12 Badoets
Pitu Tepelung

The old man sat weakly with a penknife a few inches in front of his neck. A few streaks of sweat dripped down his forehead. While his beard that was dense like corn hair seemed to start peeling. Apparently the feathers that covered grandfather's chin were fake, just a patch. When his face was wet by the sweat that flowed profusely, his berewok also faded.

"Who are you really?" pekik Ki Sarno. He swallowed a few times. The cold blade felt touching the skin of his thin neck. He imagined that a single scratch would be enough to make him fall over in a thick red liquid.

"Don't scream! You used to talk fake shaman!" snapped Angel. His voice was soft but it felt scary. Coupled with the intentional Angel scratches the knife in his hand on the skin of Ki Sarno's old who was fluttering.

"Isshhhh," Ki Sarno hissed feeling a stinging.

"Do you know Umar and Anwar?" it was Wildan's turn this time to ask.

"Who is that? I don't know him" replied Ki Sarno.

"The answer is right! Don't lie! Or I want to request your neck to engrave it like that leaf of your door!" threaten Angel. Ki Sarno gulped. His throat felt very dry at this moment.

"Alright Good. They are my old friends" said Ki Sarno lirih.

"You are Clown number 4" Angel continued.

"If you know about it, you're ghosts from my past. I'm sorry, really. I also regretted taking part in the robbery. Whatever losses you have from the past, I'll replace them." Ki Sarno.

"Where can you replace the hard times we've been through?" Angel growled with anger. In his mind was the desire to scratch the old man's skin deeper. Deciding on the carotid artery in Ki Sarno's neck, the Clown number 4. It certainly removes the thirst of hatred that is in the bottom of Angel's heart.

"Ssthtt!" Wildan hissed, awakening Angel from the reverie.

"What are you thinking? Focus Ngel!" Wildan snapped a little.

"Are you the ones who killed Anwar and Trisno? Are you also taking my life?" asked Ki Sarno in fear.

"It all depends on your answer, Old Grandpa!" reply Angel grinned.

"All right, I'll answer all your questions. But keep in mind, patients who enter the treatment room no more than fifteen minutes. If it's more than that, my tiles will definitely be suspicious. And if they've come here, I'm sure you won't be able to get out of this place alive" Ki Sarno explained.

"Cih, still got the guts apparently. How dare you threaten me?" Angel glaring. His hand that was holding a folding knife was really itchy.

"Calm Ngel," said Wildan trying to make Angel calmer.

"Before his death, Umar wrote a will stating that something referring to the results of the robbery was kept where it all began. What the hell does that mean? You're the conspirator, you must know the place in question," asked Wildan urged Ki Sarno.

Ki Sarno frowned. The old man seemed to think for a moment. Then he smiled, his black lips puffed between the flaking feathers of a fake beard.

"Why is it that you have to hold me hostage to know the answer? Isn't it clear, where it all started was the home of the wealthy businessman of the late Sumiran?" Ki Sarno chuckled at Wildan and Angel.

"Is that all he meant? Is that as easy as the answer?" Wildan did not seem to believe.

"Yes, where else? I'm not lying. All I thought about was that place. Oath," replied Ki Sarno reassuringly.

"Well, let's believe it. Now it's my turn. Where is Ms Melati?" Angel asked now.

"Darken? You knew her? Who exactly are you guys?" Ki Sarno tried to look at Angel's face. Unfortunately, one sudden movement left his neck scratched deep enough.

"Move if I ask you to move. Or do you want to speed up the world? Huh uh?" Angel smirked in satisfaction.

Ki Sarno felt a pain in his neck. There was a thick liquid that felt flowing in his thin arctic skin. Creates a rancid aroma in the already old sense of smell.

"Now answer my question. Where is Ms Melati?" Angel repeated the question.

"I swear by anything, I don't know. I was just a croco in charge of finding a rain handler back then. I just receded at number 2" replied Ki Sarno in a raucous voice.

"Number 2? You mean Umar?" ask Angel and Wildan at the same time.

"Yes," Ki Sarno said briefly.

"One more. I want to know the identity of the 12 Clowns plot. Mention everything" urged Angel.

"Number 2 Umar. Number 3 Suryono," replied Ki Sarno while remembering.

"Tell me about Suryono. Where does he live now?" Angel cut off Ki Sarno's speech.

"Suryono is his hobby to play rubik. As I recall after the robbery he set up a toy store. I don't know how he is now, I swear!" ki Sarno said convincingly.

"Damn it! Looks like you purposely gave the piece of information." Angel grunted annoyedly.

"Indeed, among other colleagues, I am the least aware of nan. I just have numbers coming along. So, I did not know the details at that time. Especially after getting a share of the spoils, we all parted ways," refuted Ki Sarno.

"Whatever your role may be, you still have a hand in destroying other people's lives!" angel with trembling hands. There was a strong push to end Ki Sarno's life. Wildan looked at Angel and shook his head slowly. Trying to tell him not to get carried away by emotions.

"Yes what you said is true Miss. I have been feeling guilty and scared all along. Therefore I hired the tile to keep and accompany me who lived alone. I do not have a family because I am afraid my children will get karma for what I did first" explained Ki Sarno lirih.

"You're the one who believes that karma exists." Angel smiled cynically.

"Originally you know, although not as powerful as people tell me I really learned about shamanism. I believe in karma, the law of cause and effect. Every human act in this world must have consequences in the future. I have chosen to be alone all my life, because I do not want to marry and my descendants bear the title of child robbers. Even though no one really knows about it. I've been so tormented all this time. But I don't want to die yet. If you are the family of Sumiran, forgive me. Whatever I give, as long as you let me live," said Ki Sarno.

"What a funny irony. You say your life is tormented and full of regrets but also at the same time begging to be left alive. Shouldn't the atonement for your guilt be death?" Angel sneering.

"I don't want to die under these circumstances. Killed by ghosts of the past, it feels bad to be remembered by others. I want to die naturally, known as Ki Sarno famous shaman," said Ki Sarno.

"Disgusting and shameless. I beg for forgiveness for a useless life. Though itself has claimed the lives of others and robbed property, and the lives of children of his descendants," said Angel with a trembling voice.

Wildan's stunned. He felt astonished. Why is Angel so emotional? Didn't Angel claim to be the son of Santoso, one of the Clowns? But at this time Angel feels like a child or maybe a brother from Sumiran. His overflowing emotions, and his seemingly intractable anger to control and vengeful eyes make Wildan feel confident Angel has a connection to Sumiran.

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