12 Badoets
A Seket Papat

The fine speck of rainwater begins to turn into large grains that hit the mossy roof tile. Creates a boisterous sound of many, while exhaling the freezing heat that cuts through the skin. The smell of wet ground seeps in the air, adding to the delicacy of warm coffee that touches the throat.

"We hope you are willing to show the way to Mr. Suryono's house" said Nilla after spending a cup of coffee.

Mr. Siswoyo was silent. His breath seemed steamy in the cold air. The male's eyes nyalang stared at the black cloudy that was moving rapidly at the top of the hill.

"Sir Lik has lost his mind. It is dangerous to approach him. Isn't the recording of the elderly and such can be by looking at his family card only? All the administration is in this house. I'm the one who saved," said Mr. Siswoyo.

Nilla looked at Angel. Like chess pieces exposed checkmate, he was confused about what else to reason.

"For the elderly who live alone, we need to take a picture of the person, sir. We're just asking you to show us the way to Mr. Suryono's place" Angel said.

Mr. Siswoyo sighed. He looked at the three people in front of him.

"Alright, if you force. When it rains, I'll take you there. But only up to Pak Lik's front yard, yes, the place where I used to put the rations. I did not dare to approach, that person was already sane," said Mr. Siswoyo slowly. Wildan gulped. Fear began to run through his mind.

Just a few minutes later, the rain stopped. Leave wet soil, with a puddle of brown water in the yard of the house. Mr. Siswoyo took the flashlight, because the day was already quite dark.

"Why not tomorrow, sir?" ask Mr. Siswoyo's wife from the doorway of the house. It was clear that his face was full of worry.

"They are Buk. Already, let's not take him to Mr. Lik's house. The risk is borne by itself anyway," said Mr. Siswoyo ketus.

"Not report Mbah Kasun first?" ask Mr. Siswoyo's wife again.

"It wasn't WA. This includes my real responsibility as the head of RT here." Mr. Siswoyo stood up from his seat and stepped on the muddy courtyard of the house.

Angel, Nilla, and Wildan soon followed after saying goodbye to Mr. Siswoyo's wife. The middle-aged woman only smiled at a glance. May be annoyed at having troublesome guests.

"Do we have to undo the plan to the clown house number 3? It's already dark. And I think it's very dangerous" whispered Wildan. Although slowly, Angel and Nilla could hear clearly Wildan's words.

"You scared? Remember, our opponents are old people with the age of about 65 to 70 years. And the three of us," Angel denied.

"Yes who knows, the clown number 3 is as good as Pak Anwar in martial arts. Moreover, according to Mr. Siswoyo earlier, the number 3 clown likes to play with traps. My feeling is not good" Wildan said as he watched his steps, jumping over puddles of water.

Footsteps following Mr. Siswoyo led them on an uphill walkway with pine trees all around. Sayup-sayup heard adzan maghrib in the distance. Mr. Siswoyo immediately turned on the flashlight, while Angel cs turned on the flash of their respective mobile phones.

"If indeed Mr. Suryono suffers from mental disorders, how do I move him to the middle of the forest like this?" asked Nilla in her breath.

"At that time Mr. Lik was persuaded, and finally willing to be moved. He asked for conditions for no one to approach his residence. Although he was said to be insane, he did not violate the agreement that had been agreed. Pak lik lives in the middle of a pine forest, never to get out of there. And no one ever comes near unless I deliver the food. Incidentally also this forest area belongs to perhutani," explained Mr. Suryono. The man stopped his steps to take a breath. Tired is felt, because the road is very steep. The knees and chest are almost touching when the feet are about to step.

"I believe what happened to Mr. Lik because of his skewer house. Areas that should not be built houses. However customary, habits should not be broken just like that. Every place, every region has restrictions and restrictions that must be obeyed. Village mawa way state mawa tata," continued Pak Siswoyo bergebu.

Mr. Siswoyo returned to his feet. Right at the top of the hill there is a field with grass thatch as high as an adult's stomach. And in the middle, there is a house that stands alone from dull and moldy bamboo matting. There is a torch as lighting that is stuck on the front porch.

Small house with a size of not more than 7 x 5 meters. The atmosphere was very quiet and quiet as if there were no humans living there. Mr. Siswoyo stopped his steps right at a pine stump that was left like a table. There was food wrapping styrofoam scattered around him.

"I can only drive here. This place is commonly used to put food rations. I'm not suggesting that you approach there," said Mr. Siswoyo pointing to a simple house about 100 meters from where they stood.

"Good Sir. Thank you for delivering us" said Nilla, smiling at a glance.

"I'm sorry. Don't blame me if something unpleasant happens to you. I've reminded you." Mr. Siswoyo warned once again.

"And one thing, when I left here I got WA reply from Mbah Kasun. He said there was no data collection for the elderly this month. So I guess you're not a data officer. Whatever your purpose here, may bring good," continued Mr. Siswoyo with a sharp gaze.

Angel, Nilla and Wildan fell silent this time. They can no longer reason. Like a thief caught red-handed with his stolen goods. There is no place to deny or deny.

Mr. Siswoyo walked over without looking. Leaving Nilla cs is at the top of the hill. Even if something bad happens later, Mr. Siswoyo is ready to pretend not to know. No one else saw the young man and the young man coming.

While continuing to walk, Mr. Siswoyo remembered with Mr. Suryono. The beginning of his Pak Lik lost his mind, every night raving about Sumiran's name. It was fear that made Mr. Suryono carry sharp objects, weapons, and even traps around the house. Now with the arrival of 3 people who are not clear of purpose, Mr. Siswoyo began to believe that his Pak Lik's worries to make him lose his mind may be true.

In the middle of the daydream, Mr. Siswoyo heard the sound of footsteps from behind the pine trees. A resounding sound, like feet stepping on dry foliage caught the senses of the listener clearly. Mr. Siswoyo immediately directed the flashlight to the sound source. But there's nothing there.

Mr. Siswoyo gulped. Fear began to spread in his heart. Especially when this is the time of surup, the change of day and night. What residents believe is the worst time in a day.

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