12 Badoets
Seket Loro

Day went up in the afternoon. The short needle of the wall clock leads to the number 3. Angel had just returned home after half a day at a suburban hotel. Wildan and Nilla were waiting on the front porch. Wildan's face looked a little pale.

"Got long? Take off the longing with the handsome Manager sir?" ledek Nilla after Angel parked his matic motorbike.

"Your mouth! I bought a wedang ronde" said Angel put black plastic in front of Wildan. The smell of ginger in the air.

"Ehem! Really attention. Shouldn't there be no one open at this hour round?" Nilla keeps teasing Angel.

"Because if this weak man gets sick, I will also be bothered. That's why I bought the drink, let it warm in the wind. After all, after this we must immediately go to the place of Clown number 3," said Angel grumbling.

"Must now?" ask Wildan.

"Yes. If you are not strong, you are at home. I'm not delaying work" said Angel ketus.

Wildan was silent. He immediately grabbed the wedang round brought by Angel. There was a little flattering in Wildan's mind. As ferocious as Angel, she is still concerned about Wildan's health condition.

Angel dropped her body on the edge of the porch. His back rests on a pole of dull paint. The eyes of the agitated woman were seen observing the sky with several small birds flying freely without any burden.

"What do you get from the hotel?" ask Nilla curiously.

"It's a fact that the woman named Inka who trapped the guobl*k man who was currently drinking that round had a plot" Angel replied, squinting at Wildan.

"Yuk!" Wildan choked for a moment.

"The Inca was picked up by a man" continued Angel.

"Who?" Nilla's curious. Angel sighed and shook her head slowly.

"The outer camera of the hotel is less clear. A man with a limp walk. That's all I know," Angel said with a visibly irritated expression.

"What if the Inca were a plot from the doer who had judged the Clowns?" Nilla fixed her glasses.

"That's what got me thinking. It could be that all this time they already know about our movements and lurking from the house next door. We found the Clowns, and for what purpose they're killing the elderly." Angel's hand was clenched tightly.

"And all this because of the 'mendho' man named Wildan," continued Angel glanced at Wildan with a gaze that was about to pounce.

"Uhukk uhuukk!" Wildan choked back.

Nilla chuckles. Then pat Wildan on the back. The man who was enjoying the wedang ronde looked flushed his eyes. Choking on warm ginger certainly tortures the throat.

"I'm gonna take a shower. You guys get ready. This afternoon too, we leave for Suryono's residence, clown number 3!" angel's orders.

"You've been shampooing Ngel?" Nilla Goda. Angel turned her head, glared and raised her clenched hand. Then I went into the house to the bathroom.

"If your body is not fit right, you better be at home" Nilla told Wildan.

"I'll come along. I don't know why I don't feel calm this time" said Wildan quickly. Nilla did not reply, only sighing slowly.

An hour passed. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the weather was a little cloudy. The dim sky with dark gray-colored clouds confirmed the rain was ready to fall at any time. Angel was already on top of his matic motorbike, shouting to call Nilla who was still busy with his small shirt. While Wildan just quietly leaned on the front door leaf.

"Look is Nile" cried Angel half-stomping.

"My body weight is up, shit! Almost all my shirts don't fit. Though I'm sure last month I was still very comfortable wearing," complained Nilla.

"If you're not healthy right, it's good you're at home Wil," Nilla cried.

"I'm fine" said Wildan with a flat facial expression.

"I think we're too noisy. Though it could be that the Inka plot is watching our movements from somewhere. We should move quietly." Angel bobbing head.

"The house next door I made sure was empty. I'm sure no one's lurking in this area. I'm just worried about Wildan's condition anyway. Look, doesn't he look pale?" Nilla pointed at Wildan who was at the back.

"I don't care" said Angel. He immediately started the motorbike and sped out of the housing in the middle of the city. Wildan tailed in the back.

"Nilla I know, maybe for you the search for these Clowns doesn't really matter. But it's different with me and brother. We had to find the 'man' to ask for an explanation" Angel said, after the motorbike he was driving came out of the alley and drove down the highway.

"It's not that I don't support you Ngel. It's just that sometimes I feel like we've been locked up in the past. Though the current life that we should improve, so that our future is better," murmured Nilla on Angel's shoulders.

"There is no future for Nilla. During the dark past it continued to scratch the wound. The search for these clowns, is an attempt to treat the wounds!" hatch Angel.

Nilla was silent for a moment. He realized it was free to argue with Angel. His character is hard and fixated on purpose. Nilla looked at Wildan. The man was seen driving with a flat expression. Nilla hopes Wildan can bring change to Angel.

The air is getting cold. Motor Angel enters a foggy rural area. The streets of cement in some parts appear mossy, as if ready to make the front motorcycle tires that Wildan drives slippage because it is thin.

People's houses line the slopes of lush hills full of acacia trees. Angel's motorbike pulled over in front of the spacious courtyard, with a large mango tree in the middle. A house that looks dark without lighting.

"Is this really his house?" nilla asked as she rubbed her cold nape.

"According to the info from 'Abang' I think this is true. The Suryono lived in the house of Tusuk Sate. Means yes to this," replied Angel sure.

"The Skew House?" Nilla scrunched her forehead.

"That's how it's called. The house is standing right at the end of the T-junction," replied Angel briefly.

Angel and Nilla got off the bike, followed by Wildan who had just been silent felt his body was not powered. Even today due to the air is too cold, making Wildan more cheerful and shivering.

"It looks like this house is no longer occupied by Ngel," Nilla told Angel.

"We still have to check it out. Far away to this place, it's a loss if not sure." Angel stepped her foot towards the house that looked empty and a little creepy. Limasan style house with guard poles on the front in the form of wood painted bright red.

With slow and careful steps the three men were settling into the courtyard of the house full of dry leaves. But just a few meters from the side of the road, there was a male voice rebuking in a high tone.

Connect___

Happy New Year.

For myself

Hopefully in the new year more and more writing spirit.

The more ideas, the more readers, the better.

And for those who read my writing, may you be happier, healthier, and more successful.

Yuuk yuukk spirit.