12 Badoets
Loro Tenth

The shower is lit, the warm water soaks the body full of muscles but unfortunately not well forged. The stomach looks flat, maybe if the diet and exercise are enough then the six pack is easy to get. Hereditary factors make the body that is only used lazily it looks athletic.

Wildan was pensive under the rushing warm water. He leaned his body against the bathroom wall. The sticky body due to sweat now feels clean and light. Water seems to be a refreshing outer medicine. No need to drink. Simply wash the body with the liquid object then tired, tired, lethargic will surely fade washed into the dump.

Wildan daydreams. He was very sure to end his fugitive story by coming to the nearest police station. But some of her inner desire is to go back to Angel and Nilla. While a piece of animal instinct suggests to immediately embrace the Inca who teased him earlier.

Wildan's mind raged. Wildan could not deny, the Inca stole his focus. The woman felt strange, but was able to make Wildan depressed and sultry. He was ambitious, staying on the run with the Incas. Every day do exciting things with the beautiful woman. But isn't life just about the bed? What if the Inca got bored? The ends are still Wildan becomes the wasted.

The bathroom door opened from the outside to throw off Wildan's daydream. Wildan's reflex grabbed the towel and covered his body. Inka stood in the doorway with a mischievous smile.

"Hey what are you doing? Out now!" peeking Wildan was upset.

The Inca walked closer. He leaned against the white ceramic wall staring at Wildan who looked soaking wet.

"Really, you're handsome. Nice body. Sure you don't want to do it with me?" ask Inka while biting her own lips.

"Stop Inca. Don't tease me like this. Come out, please." Wildan pleaded with his trembling eyeballs. Inka sighed.

"Okay Wildan's. I just came here to tell you that I've put tea on the table. Promise to drink it" said the Inca, winking one eye.

"alright. I'll drink later. Come out. Let me finish my bath" Wildan said.

The Inca nodded and inched backwards. But it turns out his ignorant hand deliberately pulled the towel that covered Wildan's body until it was released. Inka smiled blushingly as she lifted her two thumbs. Half laughed he came out of the bathroom.

"Clocks!" let Wildan be upset.

Long enough Wildan washed his body in the bathroom. His face looked fresh and blustery now. The Inca is busy with the android in her hands. The woman's face looked seriously at the mobile phone screen with 3 cameras as big as an ulcer drug tablet.

"So seriously," Wildan slurriedly took a seat in front of the table. A cup of warm tea was prepared by the Incas.

"Ah, ohh this. Work," replied the Inca.

"Why do you look panicked? Got another girlfriend stock huh," said Wildan casually.

"Huh? Wh why? You jealous?" The Inca asked back teasingly. His eyes flickered spoiled.

"Don't expect." Wildan sneered.

"That's it, the hunted tea is drunk. It was cold" the Inca said later.

Wildan also according. After taking a shower, it is suitable to relax and enjoy a warm cup of tea. Especially after this Wildan plans to surrender to the nearest police station. He did intend to relax for a moment before his life was behind the interrogation room.

Wildan sipped tea in the cup. The fragrant aroma soothes through the nasal cavity. The sweet taste that fits also feels comfortable in the sense of taste. Wildan took it back. This time he felt a bitter and slightly numb sensation on the tongue.

Suddenly Wildan was drunk. His body was like floating in the air. He tried to stand up. But his footing is shaky. Knees trembled violently, as if losing the support bones. Wildan tried to step up, but eventually staggered and fell on the bed.

Just shut up in the corner of the bed. He scuttered to see Wildan writhing like a hot worm.

"Quiet darling. I didn't poison you. You are just in a state of heavy drunkenness. Being drunk puts you in a state of preconsciousness or the threshold between consciousness and unconsciousness. This condition affects your attitude and sometimes even behaves strangely. Your brain will be calmer and more relaxed. Well, I wish I could get to know all about you, your story, drunk like this," the Inca said with a smile.

"Emm, if only from the beginning would you have told me all about yourself, honey. No need to bother getting you drunk" continued the Inca. She reached into the cell phone in the pocket of her jeans. Then open the voice recorder app.

"Well, now let's talk from heart to heart." Inka grinning.

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Meanwhile, Nilla was depressed, sitting on the porch of the house. At first he hoped that Wildan would return, or at least contact and inform him of his whereabouts. But until the sunlight began to fall there was no news from Wildan.

"Stop regretting the feeble man's departure," snapped Angel from the doorway. His expression looks upset.

"Stop lied with your heart Angel. Even from your face is clear. All is read," interrupted Nilla ketus.

"Clearly what?" Angel with a waist.

"Yes, obviously, look upset. Come on Ngel, to be honest, you also hope he returns right? Until this day you've been jittery," ledek Nilla.

"Don't be so knowy. We better talk about Suryono, Clown number 3." Angel tried to divert the conversation.

"There's info from 'Abang'?" ask Angel later.

"He said his house was at the foot of the mountain. But the valid information we were told to wait. Tomorrow it may be possible to move" replied Nilla.

"One more. After Clown number 3, we have not received any instructions about number 8, 9, 10, 11, also 12," continued Nilla.

"Means we have to extract information from number 3" said Angel mangosteen.

"What I'm worried about is that we're losing fast to the other hunters. In fact, the clowns are not the only ones we're after. There are others who feel full of grudges and do not hesitate to take their lives." Nilla sighed.

"Who would have killed the clowns? Does 'Abang' not know either?" Angel asked back. Nilla shook her head slowly.

"I'm still very suspicious of number 8. We must know who the rich man called the golden watch. It could be that he intends to eliminate his old comrade, to wipe out evil. To me he is the top suspect in this incident," replied Angel excitedly.

"Ngeel?" suddenly Nilla called Angel. His look was empty. Angel scrunched his forehead.

"Can't we just stop? Those who were involved in the year 91 no one whose life was prosperous were born and inner. I think that kind of thing is karma. Isn't that enough for you?" Nilla breathed a long breath.

"But 'Abang' needs to meet Ms. Melati. We're halfway through anyway. Do not retreat before everything is complete" said Angel with his eyeballs that appear to vibrate.

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