12 Badoets
Twisted Wolu

"I'm really sorry Miss. Even the loot was not as small as I touched. Stay stored in the room closet," said Ki Sarno mean it.

"Do you think I'll believe it? Isn't your life full of luxury?" refute Angel.

"really. All this property I have is a gift from the patients who came here. I didn't even take Sumiran's possessions." Ki Sarno tried to convince Angel.

"If you're so sorry, why not just turn yourself in to the police for your penance?" rebut Angel quickly.

Ki Sarno was silent this time. His face showed concern. Wildan felt pity, holding the parents to such fear. Hadn't the goal been achieved, asking about the contents of his father's will. Why would Angel ask anything outside the plan?

"I cannot report to the police" said Ki Sarno.

"Why?" angel was impatient.

"Because number 8 is an officer. After the robbery, he rose through the ranks. In the end he became an influential person in the county town area. If I report or turn myself in, maybe I won't survive" replied Ki Sarno.

"Based coward! It proves your regret is only limited to the lips," said Angel mocking.

"Miss, I just want to live in peace with the science I've learned. I joined the plot because the initial plan was only to take the property of Mr. Sumiran who was at home. I didn't expect anyone to lose their lives" Ki Sarno denied.

"Who killed Sumiran?" angel asked with trembling hands. Suddenly silent atmosphere. Wildan was nervous waiting for Ki Sarno's answer. However, he hopes not his father who has claimed the life of the wealthy businessman.

No time Ki Sarno replied, the sound of the door being knocked from the outside. Angel gripped firmly on Ki Sarno's shoulder.

"Ki, new sewu. It's been over fifteen minutes. Is there a problem?" the voice of one of Ki Sarno's temples asked.

"Reply answer to keep them in place!" Angel whispered giving orders. The knife pressed down firmly.

"Ah yes, give it a minute. You guys just shut up there!" ki Sarno half-shouted.

"Alright Ki," replied roof tile Ki Sarno from behind the door. The atmosphere was back silent.

"Your time is not much. Let go of me and we forget this meeting. I'll give you the money or whatever you want. As long as it exists and is capable, I will definitely give it away. Really, believe me." Ki Sarno again tried to negotiate.

"I don't need your money! Just answer my question! Who's been killing*h Sumiran?" Angel repeated the question.

"I swear I don't know. That moment there was a gunshot. And Sumiran was already lying on the floor. As I recall there were 3 people who held weapons and surrounded the body of Sumiran who was downed," Ki Sarno recalled.

"Who?" urged Angel.

"Number 2 Umar, Number 7 Santoso and another one I don't know. Oath," replied Ki Sarno solemnly.

"Brengsw! Asking you is useless!" snapped Angel while swinging his palm right towards the nape of Ki Sarno.

"Upphhh!" Ki Sarno complained, then staggered and fell unconscious.

"What are you doing? She dead?" Wildan glared at Angel. He did not expect Angel would hit a man as hard as he could.

"Just fainted. Now we lay her body. Take off her hands, also button up her shirt, and let her gray hair get messy!" angel's orders. Although Wildan does not understand Angel's plan, he still obeys and follows Angel's direction. There is no time to argue.

"You're all over this old geezer's body really rotten, just like his behavior!" gerutu Angel upset.

"Huh, now get your hair and shirt a little messy!" angel orders with a sigh after laying Ki Sarno on the carpet. He rubbed the sweat that soaked his temple.

"Come fast! Don't just talk!" angel snapped when he saw Wildan who was still sculpting. With a little hesitation, Wildan obeyed Angel's orders. Ruffled the fake hair, as well as the t-shirt. Angel helps with a slight pull of Wildan's skirt to sag.

"Now let's go out," Angel asked with a meaningful smile. He pulled Wildan's body and grabbed him, just as they had entered the room earlier.

Angel opened the door. The tile looks swiftly standing from its seat. The thick-haired centeng walked over. Watch Wildan from head to toe.

"Why is it so long?" ask centeng full search.

"Didn't your eyes see? My friend was made so messy? Huh uh?" angel is undaunted. Wildan hurriedly let out a soft groaning sound.

"What about Ki Sarno? Where's her?" The centenary looked a little panicked.

"Look at it yourself. He's asleep in the room." Angel snapped a little. The gondrong-haired centeng looked into the room. And indeed found Ki Sarno who looks to sleep soundly. From a distance there was a slight smile on the lips of the old man.

Angel still embraces Wildan and soon leaves the room of the roof tiles. They returned through a dark narrow passageway. Angel was able to hold Wildan's ear because the man still pretended to be slow even when no one saw and stuck to Angel's chest.

They managed to get out of Ki Sarno Legowo's house. When passing through the front yard, footsteps accelerated. Wildan threw his wig in the car. Angel immediately turned on the car and stepped on her gas pedal deeply.

"Where?" ask Nilla in the back seat. The glasses woman was seen eating cassava chips.

"Well, free. The shaman doesn't know anything" Angel grumbled.

"Who's Melati?" wildan asked suddenly while removing the false eyelashes.

"I told you not to ask too many questions" said Angel ketus.

"What about your father's will, Wil?" tanya Nilla distracted attention.

"According to Ki Sarno, the place where it all started was the home of Mr. Sumiran. So, we can get there soon. You guys know his house?" sahut Wildan asked.

"It's not that easy." Angel nodded slowly.

"Why?" Wildan scrunched his forehead.

"My Father's house has now switched functions." Nilla sounded out sighing.

...****************...

Meanwhile, in his bedroom, Adi police were observing the old files he had collected from the office storage warehouse. A cup of hot chocolate accompanied her cold night. Actually he was not feeling well, but his reddened eyes were still difficult to shut.

Adi did decide not to overtime at the office tonight. But still, at home he is still struggling with the files of the investigation. If Tarji or Sinta knew of Adi's behavior like this, it must immediately nag at length times height.

There was an article and a note that caught his attention. Adi massaged his forehead which felt pulsating.

"So, the office I now occupy is the former home of the victims of the 91st robbery. The former home of Mr. Sumiran," muttered Adi alone. Thin smoke from the cup filled with hot chocolate hit his face.

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Hi Gaes.

After I reread my writing this really feels a bit complicated yak 😅.

Comment dong, criticism dong, advice dong.

It takes a lot more, suwer.

The pedes can also. For repair.

Spite.