12 Badoets
Tenth Nem

The smell of water is in the air. A sticky, cold, wet sensation felt flowing on the back of the head. The glowing light of the bulb looks blurry and swayed to and fro. While the sound of heavy rain hitting the zinc roof sounded boisterous.

Tarji blinked, his consciousness forced to recover. Curiosity makes him reluctant to give up comfort if he chooses to keep his eyes closed. Pain in the back of the head tries to take back the hard-earned consciousness.

In the mind of the police officer, there are various questions. Who attacked him? What was the purpose of the attack? The robbery? Now he regrets his decision to meet a known woman from social media. Tarji should be more vigilant. But in fact, he was blinded by an interesting profile photo and chat that felt connected.

As Tarji's sight and consciousness completely recovered, he was finally able to observe the room where he lay. A kind of narrow room with green paint that peels in some parts. Tarji was on a wooden bed without a hard mattress. At the end of the room there is a plywood door full of irregular paint graffiti.

A red liquid that starts to dry sticks to the left cheek. Just as Tarji was about to try to move, he realized that his legs and hands were being tied very tightly. While the mouth is left open without any gagging or plastered. Tarji felt this was an opportunity to scream for help.

With great difficulty, Tarji managed to sit leaning against the wall of the room. He looked up and found a window above his head, adjacent to the ceiling. Tarji sighed for a moment.

"Whoever! A colloongg!" yelled Tarji with all his might. He was sure that despite the heavy rain, his voice could be heard clearly.

"Hey! Is there anyone outside? Helpg! A colloongg!" tarji continued shouting.

There were footsteps approaching the room where Tarji was held. There was the sound of a lock clashing with a door knob at the end of the room. The next few seconds the door opened. The light from the outside looks very bright, dazzling Tarji's unaccustomed eyes.

A tall, big man walked over. His face was covered by a black buff mask. Exposed to light from the outside, the man's hair appeared gray white. One striking thing was his slightly limp walk.

"Yell as much as you can. Even if your vocal cords break, no one will hear them" said the man in the black mask.

"You know why? Because this place is far from the homes of residents," continued the man hoarse voice.

"Who are you? Whatdoyouwant?" ask Tarji. Although he was in a bound state, there was no feeling of trepidation in the heart. His head has been honed in the face of criminals all this time.

"I brought you here because of this watch." The masked man, showing a golden watch in his hand.

Tarji. He realized that his favorite gold watch was no longer on his left wrist.

"You're after that watch. You robbers!" Tarji smiled at a glance. He suspected the man in front of him was eyeing his watch because it looked expensive. Tarji is reminded of Adi's worries, which have now truly come true. Trusting known people from social media turns out to indeed bring Tarji in distress.

"Bandits said? You brainless animal!" snapped masked man. The golden watch in his hand was tightly grasped, with clashing teeth curbing in anger.

The masked man walked over and immediately landed a kick right in the heart of Tarji. His slightly limped legs apparently did not reduce his energy and agility. Looks like the man is trained with qualified martial arts.

"Upphhs! Hooweekk!" Tarji vomits for a moment. A bitter taste envelops the base of the tongue. Pain in the heart is unbearable. While the tears flowed unstoppably, making the sclera that was originally white turned reddish. Tarji. The back of his head was throbbing again, barely taking his consciousness once more.

"Don't you know who I am? Dare to do this" Tarji threatened between his breaths.

Tarji was silent for a moment. He remembered, his wallet was left inside the dashboard of the car. His identity card is there. That means the kidnapper does not know and knows that Tarji is a police officer.

"Why would you be interested in that watch if it wasn't for the price?" Tarji tried to pry information.

"Jawab my question. Don't ask me back!" snapped black masked man.

"I won't answer your question if you don't tell me why you're interested in my watch" Tarji said with a smile.

"Yours?" the black masked man glared. The next second a slap floated down with a crushing blow to Tarji's left cheek.

Heat and pain spread on the skin of the cheeks that look thin. The smell of the carnation returned to the piercing. A thick red liquid pours through Tarji's nostrils, dripping wet the new shirt he's wearing tonight.

"I told you I wouldn't answer that even if I had to lose my life." Tarji grinned. Getting your opponent upset is also a tactic when he is on the verge. His consciousness was beginning to be difficult to maintain.

"This watch is not yours. Where'd you get it?" ask the masked man then.

"How can you be sure the watch isn't mine?" Tarji asked back. The black masked man snorted in annoyance.

"The "symbol of S which replaces the number 12 is the proof. In the year 91, a wealthy leather shoe businessman gave his best leather shoes gift to a watchmaker from a neighboring country. And not long after this golden watch was sent to the shoe entrepreneur. The s symbolizes the first letter of the name of the leather shoe entrepreneur, "clearly black masked man.

"Waahh, you seem to have misjudged boy. I got this watch from someone who has nothing to do with leather shoes." Tarji chuckles.

"I know! This clock was taken by someone else. Now, tell me! Where'd you get this golden watch?" snapped black masked man.

Tarji was silently pensive. He's not as smart as Adi. This time, however, he was a little able to guess who his opponent was. Tarji is reminded of Adi's story and investigation of the 91st robbery.

Adi suspects, one of the retirees has a connection with the robbery of a wealthy businessman named Sumiran. And now, Tarji is being held captive by someone who is looking for a retired figure who has given Tarji a golden watch. The watch that turned out most likely belonged to the leather shoe entrepreneur. Initial S for Sumiran.

"My fucking answer!" snapped the black masked man lost his patience. He pulled the collar of Tarji's shirt roughly.

"Who are you really?" ask Tarji lirih. His head is getting pulsating. Unbearable intense pain, as if gripping the back of his head. Gnawing at the ever fading consciousness.

"Hey! Don't faint yet! Answer my question! Where did you get this watch!" The black masked man shook Tarji's body. But in vain, the police officer closed his eyes, giving in to the pain he felt.

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