12 Badoets
Limo

December of 1991

Half-four in the afternoon, heavy rain poured into elite housing in downtown T. Sumiran Sang conglomerate is busy playing chess with his home guard. And for the various times Mr. Satpam must acknowledge the cleverness of the master.

"Ha ha ha. .when I'm this old, in fact my strategy is still effective to defeat young people like you Burhan." Sumiran laughed loudly, making fun of his security guard named Burhan.

"Ya kan Njengan is indeed smart Ndoro. If not, how could he be the richest man in town?" Burhan. Actually he was lazy to continue the game that he was difficult to win. However, his employer still looks enthusiastic there is no way Burhan can refuse him.

"Where is Santoso, by the way? Why didn't he come in today? He usually comes the most. Feed the fish, cut the grass. There is no Santoso all day long behind me there is nothing to take care of" grumbled Sumiran.

"I don't know Ndoro. Maybe it's the flu or the illness. It's the season" Burhan replied.

"Isn't it where you and Santoso live close together? Cook don't know?" tanya Sumiran was still engrossed in moving her chess piece. Burhan just shook his head slowly.

Meanwhile across the street right in front of Sumiran's house, a maroon-red antelope was parked a while ago. The 6 people in the car were silent with a tense look on their faces.

"Remember, when we enter Sumiran's house later lest anyone mention the name. We use code" said the man behind the wheel, breaking the silence.

"Where does that mean?" connect the man in the middle seat.

"You tol*l or what the hell? Let our identities be discovered. To call each other by code or pseudonym, "the hardened man behind the wheel.

"Ohh, I know I know. Because we ride in a gazelle car how about one antelope two of our nicknames" said the man in the middle seat.

"I have a better idea. Since we'll be wearing clown masks, we'll call each other clowns. Clown one to call our boss. I'm two clowns" suggested the man behind the wheel.

"You're the clown three." The man behind the wheel pointed to a friend next to him who was playing rubik.

"Hey clown three, hear me? Stop that weird toy of yours!" snapped two clown men.

"What the hell? I heard, I'm not budh*g! I'm a clown three, you're a clown two right?" Male clown three looks sewot, pissed.

"When spoken to by the person facing his interlocutor is a jerk!" the two clowns are annoyed.

"It's called rubik. Rubik's cube is a mechanical puzzle game. Rubik was discovered in 1974 by Hungarian sculptor and architecture professor Erno Rubik. The cube is made of plastic and consists of 26 small parts that rotate on a visible shaft. In May 1980, the cube was again made and marketed in Europe. This is a toy that suits me. You won't understand" replied the three Clowns indifferently.

"Well, I know that. Who cares about your toy history anyway?" Clown two sigh.

"Ah done. You're Clown four, you're clown five," continued Clown two pointing at the two comrades sitting in the middle seat.

Clown four is a thin, curly-haired man who is holding a black bag containing a clown mask. While the clown five a man with a thick-headed plontos.

"The last clown is six, and the last coward is Sumiran's favorite clown seven," said clown two.

"Hatcchhuuu!" Clown six suddenly sneezed with a loud voice. Makes everyone in the car jump in shock.

"Sorry, I'm allergic to cold. Can't stand the cold and humid air. So easy to sneeze," said Clown six while rubbing his watery nose.

"Damn it, my rubik's a mess again. My concentration is crumbling," grumbled the three clowns.

In the midst of the rush of rain, a person wearing a black raincoat walked up to the car of the clowns. He circulated the gaze for a moment, then tapped on the glass beside the steering wheel of the car. The two clowns immediately lowered the car glass and smiled towards the man in the rain suit.

"Huh? Whatchu mean?" the man in the rain clenched his forehead.

"Pseudonym. So that no one would recognize" replied the two clowns.

"As far as you are. By the way it was raining so hard, the streets were completely deserted. At the end of the road I've given you a sign that no one's coming through here. So I'm sure there won't be any witnesses" said the raincoat man called Clown eight.

"Ready Father. We're still waiting for numbers 9 and 10" continued clown five.

"Don't take too long. Mumpung atmosphere was quiet," the eight clown saw a golden-colored watch in his left hand.

"I have to get back on duty. Remember the initial agreement, and good luck." The eight clowns turned around and walked away with their steady steps.

"The two rings are so long!" Two clowns hit the wheel of a car.

"Just calm. After all, the streets today are always quiet because the rain will continue to pour," said Clown four reassuring.

"Dih, your rain handler?" teasing clown three, still engrossed with his ruby.

"Then I went to the shaman's place. Ask for rain a day a night. It's manjur." Clown four patted his chest, feeling proud.

"Hatchu. Trust the shaman. Sin," said the six clowns still sneezing due to cold allergies.

"Well, I forgot. Amongst the others you are most afraid of sin huh," booed the four clowns.

"Me and the seven agree, once we're done we won't get to know you anymore" replied the clown six. While the clown seven just lowered from earlier. His hands seemed to tremble violently.

"As far as you guys are. After this I don't care about you either. We will live each other's lives. Today we only take a few rights that exist in the property of Sumiran who forgot the land," said Clown two.

There was a sound of a motor approaching. Two men in a piggy bank wearing dark green poncho raincoats. They looked towards the antelope and nodded for a while. Then they got off the motor, and knocked on the black iron gate.

"Nine and ten came. Hey hey, mask where mask. Quickly wear a mask. Ready guns!" command Clown two.

Clown four immediately handed out a mask with a white face with that deep red nose. They all immediately put it on, except for the seven Clowns who still looked trembling in fear.

"Hey, put it on!" snapped clown two.

"I'm not sure about all this. I fear. Mr. Sumiran has always been good to me." Clown seven started crying.

"You can't back down anymore!" The two clowns snorted in annoyance.

"How about we just cancel it?" The seven-wedged clown.

"If you don't want to, stay in the car. But don't expect you to get a share of our results later" threatened Clown two.

"Calm down, take a breath. Believe me, this is the first and last time for us. Hatchhuu!" Clown six tries to strengthen. Sometimes he sneezes due to cold air allergy.

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