12 Badoets
Siji Tenth

Warm sunlight hit the dull face that fell asleep in the supermarket. The black eyelids finally blinked, unable to bear the dazzling light of a bunch of unified mejikuhibiniu colors. With deft fingers fingers fingers fingers rub the area of the lips and cheeks that are already full of water sourced from the parotid, sublingual and submandibular glands.

Wildan woke up and wriggled stifled. The sun was already high enough, almost directly overhead. The atmosphere around was boisterous, although no one cared about Wildan's situation. Wildan looked at the clock on his cell phone screen. It's been over 10 hours.

With a slight drag of his feet, Wildan walked into the supermarket. He borrowed a toilet to wash his face. Even though his employees look cynical, Wildan doesn't care. After washing his face, Wildan bought a coffee drink. He chose the brand that was giving the biggest discount.

Wildan sat back at the supermarket. His butut backpack is still faithfully stuck on his back. Wildan felt his life was back in the original setting. Being a trash who does not know the direction and purpose. Today, tomorrow, or tomorrow, he has no plans to do anything. Especially now that he is a fugitive. He could have been ambushed by law enforcement.

"Did I turn myself over to the polsek anyway" muttered Wildan alone, vertical the last drop of cold-packed coffee in his hand.

Suddenly the phone shook. Wildan was hoping that Angel or Nilla would call. In his mind, Angel softens and asks Wildan to return. But in reality it is impossible.

The Inca number appears on the mobile screen. A little lazy Wildan picked up the phone from his new 'girlfriend. The Inca said they miss meeting. Wildan was a little creepy hearing it. Between amused and uncomfortable to hear the expression of the style of dating ABG teenagers.

The Inca constantly forced to meet. Even there is also a threat if not obeyed, then he will call the nearest police. Without the Incas knowing, Wildan had actually walked out of Nilla's house.

In the end Wildan told me that he was currently sitting in a supermarket not far from the residential area. Inka sounded excited and immediately hung up the phone. After a few minutes, the strange woman came riding a motor matic with colorful neon headlights.

Inca sat down next to Wildan, and immediately lit a filter cigarette in his hand. Smiling, he breathed cigarette smoke right into Wildan's face. The white smoke stifled it, making Wildan cough.

"Why are you sitting here alone, honey?" ask Inka curiously.

"It's none of your business" Wildan said briefly. The ink looked pouted.

"Inka, for your own good, stay away from me. I am a bad and useless man. A fugitive, just trash. There is nothing worse than me" Wildan said after a long sigh.

"You're a unique woman, but don't indulge your curiosity too much. There is no good if you are with me. Go and get away," Wildan continued, looking deeply at the Inca.

Inka. He felt Wildan's sincerity.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, honey. I think everyone once thought of himself as useless, at the lowest point in life. However, you will always be valuable to those who love you" said the Inca, smiling meaningfully.

This time it was Wildan who was silent to hear every sentence that emerged from the lips of the woman before him. The smell of cigarettes still lingered, among the soothing words of pearl to Wildan's infatuation.

"I decided to leave that house" Wildan said. The Inca were surprised by Wildan's words.

"You had a fight with your friends in that house?" tanya Inka full of search.

"Yes, you could say so. I think I'm going to the police to turn myself in" replied Wildan lethargic.

"Why is that? You lost your purpose after a fight with your friend? Didn't you say yesterday that you were innocent and unworthy of being a fugitive? Oh come on, prove yourself innocent according to your heart Wildan," said the inca excited. His voice was loud, until some people around him turned their heads and watched for a moment.

"Huh? What do you think I am?" Inka glares.

"To be honest you're an Inca stranger. Forced to barge in, when the door of my heart was locked tightly," Wildan replied.

"alright. I had an idea that you would no longer think of me as a stranger." Inka squinted her eyes.

"Huh?" Wildan scrunched his forehead.

"Come with me" asked Inka while tugging at Wildan's hand.

"Where?" Wildan asked.

"Hotel," replied the Inca loudly. Wildan was shocked. Nor did he resist the Inca's invitation. When his hand was pulled, Wildan complied. He stood up from his seat. And walk after the Inca.

Wildan was pensive with an empty mind, when he was rammed by the Inca using a matic motor. Tracing the smooth and smooth streets of the city, the motor drove at a fairly high speed. The weather is quite blistering and has not entered working hours, making the streets feel not too crowded.

The Inca motor turns in a 3-star hotel that stands firmly on the outskirts of town. Wildan just according to him, when the Inca took him to the receptionist, until finally they were both in the room with a clean and luxurious single bed.

"Why are we here?" ask Wildan after a moment of pondering. He sat in the corner of the bed.

"You said we were like strangers. Yeah, I think we can get along in this place. A place where there are only the two of us" said the Inca grinned.

The Inca dropped his body on Wildan's lap. There is still the aroma of cigarettes that pierce Wildan's sense of smell.

"At home yesterday, you only told me a little about you. Now I want you to tell me all about you. Why can you be a fugitive, how did your meeting with the two girls who owned the house begin. I want to know everything" said Inka whining.

"Why would you want to know? The less you know about me, the quieter your life is Inca" Wildan said.

The Inca turned its body, facing Wildan. Unable to resist, the woman touched her lips on Wildan's lips. Inca is so good at this game. Feel proficient and a condition for experience. Unfortunately the smell of cigarettes, making Wildan reluctant to compensate.

"You're handsome, and kind-hearted. Even when there are women who do things like this to you, you don't try to take advantage of the situation. I'm not just curious about you. But I seem to be in love with you" whispered the Inca in Wildan's ear.

Wildan lifted the Inca body and laid it on the bed. Wildan gripped tightly on two Inca wrists. The woman could only squirm, unable to escape. Wildan brought his face closer, set his lips on the earlobe of the Inca.

"I'm gonna take a shower. And thank you for whatever you offer. I think I've made up my mind to go to the nearest police station. After this please, live better. Stay away from people like me" whispered Wildan, hiding the look of his sorrowful eyes.

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I'm not happy with my writing this time. I don't know why there is less, or missed. Maybe friends can give criticism or advice. Thanks though.