12 Badoets
Tenth Wolu

Sayup-sayup sounds pop songs. The song from Broery Marantika titled no lie between us feels comfortable greeting the ear. Slowly a pair of eyes opened and right in front of him appeared an obsolete calendar written in 1995.

Wildan was confused. He patted his own cheek. Could he be dreaming? Or like a fairy tale, before death comes he is dragged on to life in the past.

Wildan was about to pinch his own hand to make sure, as a toddler ran around in front of him. Toddlers are no strangers to Wildan. Just wearing a sepulchral singlet, the toddler looked happy.

Behind the toddler, caught up with a beautiful woman with a stern look. His black hair was long. Real pretty. A smile with a small mole on the tip of the right lip. A man who Wildan misses so much.

"Mother?" squealed Wildan with teary eyes.

The woman called Wildan called Mother did not turn her head. Not even say. Wildan's whereabouts were ignored, as if not there. Wildan squandered, trying to hug his Mother, but could not. It was like there was a barrier that was bending his body.

Wildan's waking up. Now he can only look at his Mother with a pushy look. The mother was engrossed in playing with a male toddler who looked familiar. A moment later, Mr. Umar came with a cheerful facial expression. Unlike Mr. Umar who Wildan saw in his last days.

"Wildan, look. What did you bring?" said Mr. Umar showed a plastic bag containing toys old-fashioned cars. The toddler turned his head, and immediately rushed towards Mr. Umar.

Wildan was stunned and finally came to his senses. The toddler was himself in the past. The event that happened before him was like an old video played back. Without him noticing, tears began to trickle down his cheeks.

It was this family that Wildan missed. This is the moment Wildan wants to repeat. If time can be turned and stopped, Wildan just wants to get stuck in the moment. Days full of smiles of happiness.

I heard a cheerful laugh. Mr. Umar looks sparkling. Little Wildan carried by the Mother, showing off his new cars. Happiness cannot be bought. It is the family that can create it.

The happiness was suddenly piqued by the sound of the roar of a car stopping in the front yard. The 92-year-old capsule car is red and looks bright. A woman got out of the car wearing striking blue cutbray jeans. The yellow shirt looks dazzling.

The woman walked around, looking familiar in Wildan's eyes. Her bob haircut that made Wildan feel alien. But his face and gestures remind a person. But who? Wildan tried to remember. His head felt throbbing and dizzy.

Seeing the arrival of the woman, Mr. Umar's face changed. The happiness that had been radiated seemed to be taken away by force. Mr. Umar grabbed Wildan's small hand and carried it. While the woman approached Mother Wildan with a smile.

"How are you, Melati?" greet Mother Wildan kindly.

Suddenly the picture of the incident turned like a broken cassette. Wildan was pulled away. Views circling. At the same time he finally realized, the face of the woman called Melati was very similar to Angel.

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Wildan. The first time he saw it was a cobweb that was tangling in the corner of the ceiling of the TV room. Wildan heard the TV. Morning infotainment program.

Next to the place where Wildan lay, Angel and Nilla were engrossed in eating the quaci. They turned their heads at the same time when they realized Wildan was awake.

"I where?" ask Wildan lirih.

"You think?" cibir Angel's. The woman's face always looks jutek in Wildan's eyes.

"I found you passed out on the doorstep of the house next door" said Nilla kalem.

"Geez, Inca!" peekik Wildan remembered the strange woman who had trapped him.

Wildan scratched his head that did not itch. He was confused, what should he do now?

"Now tell us. Why are you in the house next door. And also, who is the Inca? You leave here of your own accord. But in fact when you fell unconscious, we were the ones picking you up. I think you owe us a favor" Angel said with a triumphant smile. He was satisfied to have expressed his annoyance at Wildan. Nilla hurriedly elbowed Angel's arm. Ask him to be quiet.

"Can I have some water to drink? I'll tell you everything later" Wildan said resignedly. Nilla immediately thrust a small bottle of mineral water on Wildan. He had prepared it from earlier.

After sipping a bottle of mineral water, Wildan sighed for a moment. Then he started talking about the Inca. The beginning of his meetings and introductions, until finally he was fooled by the woman's deception.

"There are some things that upset me about your story. First, you hid the 50 thousand old money from us. And now the money is gone brought by a stranger. Second, you are weak as a man. Why is she the same as a newly known woman? Third you bod*h! Fourth you tol*l! The five right now want to feel like I'm pulling your hair that's only two inches long!" peekik Angel upset.

"I'm sorry" said Wildan bowed.

"Damn! Yesterday you came out of the house as if you were able to survive alone in this deceptive world. It's only been a day, it's been a woman's trap. Ahh, I'm upset!" angel's teeth sound clashing.

"But whatever it is now we know. There are other people or maybe other groups who are after the clowns. It could even be that this Inca is a perpetrator who has killed the Clowns and slandered you Wildan," continued Nilla with a serious face.

"So all this time, our residence has been supervised by Ngel," continued Nilla.

"Suckers! Let me search the house next door." Angel hit the wall beside him with all her might.

"Free, there's nothing there" stop Wildan.

"Issha! It's getting upset that I hear your voice" said Angel, standing up from her seat.

"Where are you going Ngel?" ask Nilla.

"You buried my face in a tub of water. Want to scream, without disturbing the others" said Angel. He walked to the bathroom, stomping his feet.

"Fuuhh, he was always scary to me" Wildan murmured softly.

"Emm, I don't know. I think he's too responsive and sensitive to you." Nilla shrugged both of her shoulders.

"I'm such a bitch yeah." Wildan sighed.

"I'll tell you one thing, Wildan. Angel is not there. We have an informant whom we call Brother. He's the one who gave us information about the clowns. For some reason you can't move on your own. He was behind the scenes for a while. And I can assure you, the goals of the three of us are the same. We have no intention of harming anyone. So I dare to guarantee, the perpetrators who killed the clowns are not us. Believe me," said Nilla.

"Who's Brother? And what exactly is your purpose?" urge Wildan curious.

Nilla replied, Angel is back from the bathroom. His face was soaked with breath.

"We need to find out who that Inca jerk is!" angel is full of emotion.

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