12 Badoets
Tenth Telu

The eardrum is buzzing. It appears that the Inca shadow is calling someone. Hotel rooms are opaque, like watercolor paintings that fade due to humid air. Sayup-sayup heard what the Inca said on the phone.

"I found fifty thousand dollars in his bag," that piece of sentence was clearly caught in Wildan's sense of hearing.

For no more than fifteen minutes, Wildan was on the threshold between conscious and not. Eventually, he forgot and fell asleep. Very comfortable, very comfortable. He really resigned himself to being cradled by dreams in broad daylight.

The sound of the door closing. Wildan gasped. He woke up from a long sleep. The head still feels heavy and throbbing. Wildan watched his disheveled body. On the right chest looks red. Wildan felt and made sure, it turned out to be a lip stain with a bright red lipstick.

Wildan forced his body to get up and move. His legs still felt weak, until he finally fell back down on the floor. Wildan tried to crawl, grabbing his rucksack that looked disheveled on the table. And sure enough, his fifty thousand old money has been lost.

The still trembling hand is now reaching for the phone on the table. Wildan called the Inca number. Successfully connected but not lifted.

"Fuckin' lady*n!" Wildan snorted in annoyance.

After several attempts, Wildan finally managed to get up and stand up. He immediately grabbed his backpack and walked out of the room. From the window of the room, a reddish sky indicates that dusk has arrived.

Wildan returned the room key to the receptionist. Then hurried to leave the hotel on the outskirts of the city. His desire to turn himself in to the nearest Police Department failed already. Now he must reclaim his father's relics, as well as the key to uncovering the crimes of the past.

The distance of the hotel with the housing of the Inca residence is quite far. Walking may take no less than an hour. Wildan checked the online motorcycle taxi rates on his phone app. The number 15 thousand appeared on the screen.

Wildan reached into the wallet in the back pocket. There is only a piece of money 20 thousand kumal. Wildan looked up at the sky. Want to scream as much as possible, but afraid of being arrested by the hotel security guard because it is considered crazy.

"There's nothing more pathetic than my life!" wildan's grumbling was upset.

A little doubt eventually Wildan ordered an ojek online. Although he was confused, if later the hunger came, what should he eat. The next five minutes, the online taxi came. The driver ojek a large tall man with a small-looking matic motor.

Without further ado, Wildan sat in the backseat. The motor matic of the ojek driver was heard roaring, with the sound of his engine being rough. Maybe the load carried is too big, so the road feels slow.

"Om, can it be accelerated?" ask Wildan impatiently.

"This is already a mas poll. If it gets picked up again, I'm afraid the bus 'njeblos' will not even go," replied the driver of the online motorcycle taxi.

Wildan could only resign. Obstacles on the way increased, when the grains of rain began to fall. From what was originally just a mere speck until it turned as big as corn seeds hit the thin shirt-clad body.

The driver of an online motorcycle pulls up at a bus stop. Then take out a new transparent plastic coat. The driver of the large high-posture motorcycle handed over his coat to Wildan.

"The gas is in a hurry, right? Put on Mas's coat, we continue the road again" said the driver ojek.

"His mother doesn't wear a coat?" ask Wildan then.

Wildan was stunned for a moment. Although trivial, Wildan felt touched by the kindness of the person he had first met. There are still a lot of good people in this world. Despite the many bad things Wildan encountered, still the world is a wonderful place to live a life of positive energy.

Ten minutes later, Wildan arrived at the Inca residence. The Inca's habitation looked dark without the lights on. While the house next door belongs to Nilla, it looks bright on the inside.

Wildan knocked on the door of the Inca house. Silent and silent. There is no answer from within. Wildan ventured to push the door leaf out of the acacia wood. It's unlocked, the door's open now.

The Inca house was empty, no valuable furniture. The living room has only two chairs and an old wooden box table. Even thick dust stuck to the table. It was as if no one had touched him for a long period of time.

Wildan looked at the room, and it was completely empty. There's nothing. Wildan is now convinced that the house was never occupied. Finished checking every side and corner of the house, Wildan was sitting limp on the front porch. He just realized he had been cod*hi by the Incas. Who is the Inca? What was the purpose of the woman to take fifty thousand dollars from the legacy of Mr. Umar? As Wildan recalls, the Inca also collected information when he was in mab*k.

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In the room of the head of the criminal investigation unit, Adi seemed serious about seeing the old files about the construction of the police station he now occupies. His forehead seemed to be wrinkled under a light that was not too bright.

"The office was built in 95. You know about this Ji?" adi asked his co-worker who was engrossed in looking at the golden watch on his left wrist.

"Well, what's wrong with Di, looking for information about this office? I sometimes wonder at your thought patterns" said Tarji, shaking his head.

"After I researched about the 91st robbery, I discovered the fact that it happened here Ji. On the ground where you stand," said Adi after sighing.

"Huh? Don't go muttering if you talk. I'm just a subordinate who knows," said Tarji.

"The house of the conglomerate Sumiran was auctioned by the Bank in 94. In reality, the wealthy businessman had debts that accumulated until finally the house was confiscated. And finally redeemed by the local government on the recommendation of a police officer who was on the rise at that time. This place is considered more strategic than the old office. Location that is located in the city center. And finally in the year 95 our office was built Ji," explained Adi opened his record.

"Do you think it's all a coincidence?" Adi stared intently at Tarji who was now starting to look serious.

"Who's the officer who's on the rise?" ask Tarji curiously.

"unexplained. But I'm sure, he is one of Pak Sukmoro, Pak Wito or Pak Suko" Adi replied hesitantly.

"Hmmm, so you think there's an officer who helped with the robbery? And trying to bury all traces by building an office here? And you suspect the pensioner who gave me this golden watch. Is that so?" Tarji scrunched his forehead.

"Well, there's no point in you being here. Tumben your brain is diluted," continued Adi girang. Tarji grumbled in annoyance.

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