12 Badoets
A Limo

Cold sweat dripped on the temples. The sound of the throat swallowing saliva seemed to echo in the sense of hearing. A round, black eye watched around. And the flashlight is getting dimmer.

Mr. Siswoyo stepped slowly with slightly trembling legs. The steep descent makes it difficult to move quickly. Moreover, his mind was disturbed by the sound of footsteps that seemed to continue trailing. Breath is getting harder to regulate. Mr. Siswoyo felt his chest tight. He decided to pause for a moment and sit on a large rock in a more spacious part of the forest.

In the darkness, Mr. Siswoyo gnashed. Try to familiarize the sense of vision in concentrated color between the raindrops that come back down. The cold air completes the gripping ambush.

The sound of footsteps stepping on the dried twigs again sounded. Mr. Siswoyo turned on his dimmer flashlight. And right at the end of the flashlight light, a figure who walked closer.

"Astaghfirullah," said Mr. Siswoyo surprised.

White-haired figure, tangled longs with a bushy, unkempt mustache. Only wear black color, without wearing a top shirt. Shows his protruding ribs. A machete is in the right hand, while the left hand appears several bundled finger segments.

"Sir Lik?" call Mr. Siswoyo, when the terrible figure is already standing before him. The figure is none other than Mr. Suryono, the clown number 3. The man Angel, Nilla and Wildan are looking for.

"What is it doing here?" ask Mr. Siswoyo while adjusting his breath. His fear subsided a little.

"I should have asked. Why are you going to this place tonight?" Suryono asked back. His eyes were sharp with red veins circling the pitch-black pupils.

"Ah eng, yes again want to go for a walk Lik. But late at night. So hurry to get down this," replied Mr. Siswoyo reasoned.

Suddenly Mr. Suryono approached while pointing a machete in his hand just a few centi in front of Pak Siswoyo's neck. Jakun the head of RT was seen up and down swallowing saliva. Cold sweat begins to flood the skin pores. Fear creeping in the presence of a rancid-scented sharp iron.

"Don't lie! Do you think my eyes are 'pece'? I saw your arrival, bringing those strangers. Who're they?" asked Mr. Suryono with a creepy look.

"A A Anu Lik's. They said that they were on duty to survey and record elderly who live alone," replied Mr. Siswoyo stammered.

"Siswoyo, you know me a long time ago. While others may think I'm crazy, you know for sure that I still have the brains to think. Where's the survey officer walking around after Maghrib? After all, all my population administration is in your house" said Mr. Suryono.

"They admit it so Lik. I don't know either." Mr. Siswoyo tried to leave.

"I'm sure, in the depths of your heart it is intentional and willing to deliver them to my home. I wish something bad happened to me. Didn't we? My niece's a jerk?" Mr. Suryono smirked.

"Don't be so bad. I only carry out my duties and responsibilities as a head of RT really," said Mr. Siswoyo reasoned.

"The breadth of this 'root', is still vast, your twin and ombo of excuses!" snapped Pak Suryono.

"You don't think I understand? You're after all my land. If anything happens to me, of course all my inheritance will fall to you. I know you. Your brain is so small" said Mr. Suryono. He deliberately touched the machete in his hand on Mr. Siswoyo's chin.

"Lik's Oath, it's not like that." Mr. Siswoyo.

Without a second thought, Mr. Siswoyo immediately swung his legs. She was really scared of meeting her Pak Lik. But unfortunately, due to the rush and the legs that are still shaking, Mr. Siswoyo is less vigilant. The slippery ground of the footing, made him slip and fall directly into the roll.

The steep area, making the body of Mr. Siswoyo was thrown very far from where he fell. Now the man was covered in a thick red liquid. Part of his face is broken. Likewise, the bones all over the body are broken out of shape.

Mr. Siswoyo's body was bent under one of the pine trees. Still, the man is still alive. There was the sound of his breathing and the sound of complaining from his mouth that continuously released liquid.

In such circumstances, Mr. Siswoyo remembered the journey of his life. The flashback of the life he lived appeared like a video played in wishful thinking. What Mr. Suryono accused him of was mostly true. Mr. Siswoyo intends to immediately own assets belonging to his Lik Pak. But in fact, wanting a treasure that is not his right to lead to death. Mr. Siswoyo slowly closed his eyes for good.

Meanwhile, Angel walked tiptoe in the courtyard of the house owned by the clown number 3. Nilla and Wildan tailed behind while looking around.

They were on the front porch of the house with a bright torch. The front door is wide open. The atmosphere was very quiet and quiet.

"empty," said Angel as she looked inside the house.

There's no one in the house. The house looks like it has no room. Only the building extends from one side to the other, without any bulkhead. There is no furniture. Even a pile of change of clothes was lying in the corner of the room. Very appalling conditions.

"Little! This is called being exiled not being moved. What kind of person can survive alone in such a situation?" Nilla said while shaking her head.

Wildan was still watching. Her stomach feels a little nauseous. He was not well, and now his head feels dizzy again due to splashing rain water.

"Let me check in" Wildan suggested.

Slowly Wildan stepped his foot, went inside the house. In the dim lighting he did not see a transparent fishing line stretched out in front of the entrance.

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Wildan's ankle tripped over the fishing line. When the fishing line is broken, only a few seconds later, the arrow can be seen sliding at high speed from the right side Wildan standing. The corner of the house that they have not checked and is a blind spot. No torch light shone, because it was blocked by the front wall. The arrow shot out and directly hit Wildan's calf.

"Armghhh!" Wildan screamed in pain. He immediately collapsed onto the floor holding onto his leg. Nilla panicked and cried, while Angel hurriedly hit Wildan and covered the man's mouth with a palm.

"It's booby-trapped. I'm sure clown number 3 is hiding around here. Please don't scream. Hang on," Angel asked Wildan.

"Emhhh emmhh," Wildan muttered his mouth as he nodded. His right calf throbbed, with an unspeakable sense of pain.

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