12 Badoets
Seket Telu

"Who are you?"

I heard screaming from the side of the house. Angel, Nilla and Wildan stopped their steps. The hoarse and heavy male voice added to the impression of horror in the middle of the dim atmosphere when the drizzle began to wet the red soil where Wildan stood.

"Who are y'all? What are you gonna do here?" a middle-aged man approached, with a scythe in his right hand. The man was wearing a capil, thin body without wearing footwear.

"Ah this sir, we want to find the house of Mr. Suryono RT 14," replied Nilla calmly. The bespectacled woman felt the most calm, even able to show a friendly smile even though her legs were slightly trembling.

"You what?" the man with the capillaries returned.

"This, we are the registry officer for the elderly who live alone," replied Nilla reassuringly.

"Ohhh. Let's go to my house then. If this house is empty. Don't explain later." The men are now calmer.

"Where is your house next door?" ask Angel for doubt. For so long, the fierce woman finally opened her mouth.

"That's across the street," the capillized man pointed to the green-painted house with LED lights on the front porch that was already brightly lit.

"Oh yes, introduce me Siswoyo. The niece of Mr. Suryono you're looking for." The man introduced himself. In the middle of the dim twilight atmosphere, Mr. Siswoyo looks unfriendly with a thick mustache running across his nose.

"Yeah, I'm Ina sir" Nilla said first. He winked at Wildan and Angel, giving the code not to mention real names.

"Ah yes, emm I Inca," said Angel a little confused. No name came to his mind except the Inca. Wildan frowned, looking at Angel with a question in his head. Why the Inca?

"You are a man. How can you just shut up? What's yourname?" Mr. Siswoyo called Wildan.

"Ah yes Sir. My name is Sugiono" replied Wildan.

"Gtttt!" Nilla couldn't stand to hold back the laughter. His stomach hurts. His small shoulders seemed to shake.

"What's so funny, ma'am?" asked Mr. Siswoyo began to be suspicious of the strange waves of strangers in front of him.

"Ah no Sir. I only remember the funny videos I had seen before" said Nilla quickly. His face was still flushed holding back the laughter.

Mr. Siswoyo snorted, then walked ahead of Nilla's entourage. Angel immediately stepped foot, trailing behind Mr. Siswoyo. Followed by Nilla, and lastly Wildan who stepped foot for feeling unwell.

They were in the house across the street. The stylish building is similar to Suryono's skewer house. The difference is, Mr. Siswoyo's house is more maintained with bright lights, driving out the dark and gloomy atmosphere when it rains.

Mr. Siswoyo's wife looks friendly welcoming the arrival of guests. Unlike the husband who looks fierce and cranky. The wife was very generous with a smile and a warm aura emanated from her.

"Please drink the coffee," said Mr. Siswoyo's wife carrying a tray filled with glasses of coffee.

"Thank Buk. So troublesome," said Nilla cengengesan.

"No hassle, just water," said Mr. Siswoyo's wife.

"Mother is still bathing. It was fitting to meet Njenengan all again grazing," replied Pak Siswoyo's wife kalem.

"Oohh, pantesan bring a scythe. I thought I wanted a brawl, "soon Wildan lightly. Nilla quickly landed her elbow into Wildan's stomach. The man grimaced and complained.

"He he he, my husband is indeed unfriendly. But the guy's good. Excuse me to go back first. This was fitting again ngangetin 'blendrang' fussy because, fear gosong." Mr. Siswoyo's wife immediately shuffled into the house.

Nilla turned to Wildan and glared at him.

"What the hell? I was kidding. Just kidding" said Wildan. Although his face was still deathly pale, the man was still joking.

Not long after, Mr. Siswoyo reappeared from inside the house. He's changed his clothes. Collared shirts with the logo of sea lions and black trousers make Mr. Siswoyo look neater. The frightening impression that had been emanated, now turned more unsightly.

"Please drink," said Mr. Siswoyo when he saw the coffee is still intact in the glass. Actually Wildan cs is not unwilling to drink coffee, but the black liquid scented fragrance is still very hot. If you drink it now, worry that the tongue will go numb.

"As for Mr. Lik Suryono, it is true that the house across it belongs to him. But now it is no longer occupied," said Mr. Siswoyo sipping his hot coffee. It was as if the middle-aged man's tongue was immune to hot water.

"Ohh, the coffee is still very hot ya." as well as Mr. Siswoyo while blasting the heat. Nilla smiled holding back a laugh.

"Certain sir?" ask Angel impatiently. He looks most enthusiastic about discussing the clown number 3.

"Maybe you realize, Mr. Lik's house is located right at the end of the T-junction. It's called a skewer house. In the understanding of the villagers here he called 'ora ilok', not good to live in," Mr. Siswoyo sighed.

"Certain sir?" Angel was impatient.

"My family used to live in the city. As I recall, Sewahan was among the people who had it. Even I remember very well, Mr. Lik who was young often bought imported toys. He likes rubies, puzzles and the like. Unfortunately the business that Sumpah run went out of business around the 90s," said Mr. Siswoyo while staring at his guests one by one.

"Certain sir?" Angel interrupted again.

"Teras hold the terrace, crash!" snapped Mr. Siswoyo irritated. Angel was silent, Nilla was embarrassed.

"I forgot how the detailed story, which is clear that finally Pak Lik had money, bought land in this village, and we and our family moved here. Because Mr. Lik is a newcomer, he does not know about the customs or customs of the people here. Built that skewer house. And after occupying the house, Sewah went home, and Mr. Lik started acting strange." Mr. Siswoyo glared, looking scary. Nilla swallowed saliva, soaking the throat that felt dry.

"Sir Lik often talked to himself. The more age becomes. And at the top, Mr. Lik set a boar trap behind the house. When there was a neighbor who was looking for grass there, a trap from Mr. Lik ensnared the neighbor. Some of his toes were cut off. Mr. Lik instead laughed with satisfaction while shouting dead you Sumiran. I remember that scream. Still ringing in my ears until now." Mr. Siswoyo sighed. Angel and Nilla exchanged looks.

"Because it is considered insane and dangerous, based on hamlet deliberations, Paklik made a hut in the middle of the moor there. To eat everyday, I am in charge of sending food for him," said Mr. Siswoyo ended the story.

"So, can you bring us together with Mr. Suryono?" urgently Angel stared intently at Mr. Siswoyo.

"Sir Lik is dangerous. Difficult to communicate with. Even his fondness for rubics, puzzles and such toys, made him skilled at creating traps around his tiles. Isn't my testimony enough to fill out your census form?" Siswoyo asked back.

"We need a picture of the man, sir" Nilla said quickly. Mr. Siswoyo again sighed softly.

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