12 Badoets
Redhead
The day changes, the morning comes should bring a new spirit. However, the fat-haired man looked uninspired and unwell. His eyelids are blackened with pupils that look full of reddish patches. There was drowsiness that was held back, but his brain continued to work to keep him awake all night.
Wildan yawned wide, exhaling his breath which was definitely scented jengkol juice mix raw bitter melon. After coming home from Ki Sarno's house he could not close his eyes. In his mind was filled with questions that had no answer.
Sayup-sayup heard the sound of dawn. Wildan reluctantly comes out of a shabby floor mattress in front of the television. He grabbed the phone lying on his head. Fun surfing in cyberspace to forget his drowsiness.
The tired eyes were suddenly wide open when they found a criminal news article that was updated at 11 last night. Not surprising actually. Nowadays news writers can update every hour, as if there is no time to rest or sleep for a moment.
An article that made Wildan's throat feel dry. His eyes could not turn away from the thick printed writing. Ki Sarno Legowo, the famous shaman, became the victim of a mysterious attack. The wealthy grandfather died with his head detached from his body. No possessions are missing. The only witness is his housekeeper who is currently in critical condition.
Wildan immediately got out of his blanket and ran towards the front room. Riled and hurried, Wildan banged on the door of Nilla and Angel's room. After a few seconds, Angel opened the room door violently. The woman still looks beautiful wearing gray pajamas despite her hair being chaotic.
"What time is this jerk!" Angel snapping. His emotions exploded easily.
Nilla follows, walking gontai behind Angel. He wore transparent pajamas that showed off******** which was dark in color. Nilla hugged a large maroon-colored bear-shaped doll.
"See this!" Wildan showed me the article on his cell phone screen. Angel and Nilla read it at a glance. Nilla without glasses seems to have trouble seeing the letters that are plastered on the android screen.
"Goodoo. That means the law of karma applies in this world. Death is worth getting" said Angel casually.
"You guys are crazy! This is no longer the law of karma or mere coincidence. The clowns we just found, just visited, all died horribly. Who did? Is it your plot?" ask Wildan in flames.
"So your mouth! It is not clear that the killing of Anwar the number 6 is the number 8 or the golden watch. You saw it for yourself, didn't you? So most likely, the golden watch was intent on killing all of his Clown colleagues," argued Angel no less fierce.
"That doesn't make sense. How could death after death always come after we visit? In the case of Mr. Anwar, it was the golden watch. But for Trisno and Ki Sarno, I'm sure it's not a gold watch. Because the killer is most likely moving at the same time as us. That is, he's tailing us or he already knows our purpose. It is undeniable that my suspicions point to the person who gave you the identity and location information of the Clowns. Who her? Answer me!" Wildan really exploded this time. He felt exploited and trapped.
"You don't need to know Wildan!" angel with round eyes. Nilla closed her mouth tightly. He was only able to pay attention to the debate of his two colleagues.
"I think your brain is starting to work and think. Turns out you're not as tol*l as I thought. But one thing you need to keep in mind, whether I, Nilla or whoever is behind us, have no plan to make a judgment. The clowns were killed by someone else's hands!" continued Angel with his breath that began to sting with the emotion.
"Then what is your real purpose? Why meet the clowns? Just to make sure they live in regret? Is that so?" wildan.
"This isn't your business!" Angel stepped forward, drawing her face closer before Wildan. Now they can feel each other's breath.
"You asked too many questions J*nc*k!" Angel cursed with a red face.
"Don't I tell you, if you still want to move with us, don't say much. Shut your mouth and make yourself useful" said Angel with a trembling voice.
"OK then. I'm out! It is better for me to be arrested by the police despite my innocence than to conspire with the hunters*h" Wildan said after sighing.
"Go! And survive on the run, alone!" Angel grinning.
"Hey, can't this be talked about anymore? You're both emotional," said Nilla with a face full of worry. Honestly, he didn't want Wildan to leave.
"Be quiet. It's his own decision" Angel denied.
Wildan hurriedly picked up his backpack lying in the corner of the television room. He walked out without looking at Angel and Nilla. The cold morning air was unable to extinguish the flames of anger in his heart.
"Ngel, we need him" Nilla said as Wildan stepped out.
"For what? We already know the contents of the will of the Clown number 2. We can find a place where the spoils are stored alone," replied Angel while slamming the front door with all her might.
Meanwhile, Wildan continued to walk down the still-deserted urban streets. At dawn, with cold air that slashes the skin does make people reluctant to get out of the thick blanket.
Wildan stopped in front of a self-service office that was open 24 hours. He glanced at his cell phone screen. 5.15 AM. Wildan sat in an iron chair available on the self-service terrace.
A while looking at his cellphone, Wildan chose to type a row of numbers and make a call. He tries to contact Ika, the former. Somehow when he was alone and depressed, Ika was the one who remembered in his mind.
Phone call received. Ika's sweet voice greeted Wildan's ears. But in the end, Wildan turned off his call. He decided not to say a word.
Wildan felt sinful if he had to trouble Ika in the worst time like now. Ika's married anyway. For Wildan, as bad as men are who could damage the fence ayu household other people.
Wildan sighed. Looking up, staring at the ceiling of the supermarket with red and yellow paint. Unconsciously drowsiness attacks him now. Cold air and refreshing breezy breeze, made the male's eyes start to shut. And Wildan fell asleep in the iron chair.
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