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"What should we do now Ngel?" ask Nilla in a panic.

Angel observes the surroundings with the help of mobile phone flash light. He also looked up to notice the ceiling of the house without a ceiling. No weapons or other traps.

Angel deftly took off the shirt she was wearing. Then tear off part of his arm. Angel re-wears a shirt that now looks like the singlet.

"Straighten your legs Wil" Angel told Wildan. The man growled in pain and obeyed Angel's orders.

Angel gagged Wildan's mouth using a tear to his shirt sleeve. He asks Wildan to close his eyes and also orders Nilla to hold Wildan's body to stay in position. After taking a deep breath, Angel grasped the arrow stuck in Wildan's calf. As powerful as he pulled the wooden arrow.

"Heeengghhh!" Wildan bit the cloth that had stuffed his mouth to survive the pain.

Quite a lot of blood came out along with the arrow that was released. Angel rubbed the sweat that soaked her forehead. Then he immediately tied the top of Wildan's injured calf using a cloth that had previously gagged the man's mouth.

"Damn! I almost fainted" whispered Wildan as he set his breath. His lips looked pale and even slightly blue.

"Now you have to get out of here" Angel ordered in a whisper.

"Huh? Whatchu mean?" Wildan glared in wonder.

"You're the same Nilla get out of this place," said Angel repeated his sentence.

"No Ngel. We canceled the plan this time to meet Clown number 3. Our opponent is a mad man Ngel. Anyway we go from this place together, "serr Nilla while wiping tears.

"I have a plan. You guys just trust me. We really have to split up this time," said Angel relaxed.

"After all, if Wildan stays here it will be troublesome. Look, his face is pale. If the clown number 3 comes, of course he will ambush Wildan first" Angel told Nilla. And it's true, Wildan seems I'm helpless.

"There are still other clowns we can look for Ngel. 8,9,10,11,12. Please let go of this number 3. Life's a bet," Nilla grabs Angel's arm. Trying to persuade even though he was aware, it was almost impossible for Angel to change his stance.

"We don't have any other leads on Nilla. Only number 3 is an opportunity that should not be wasted. After all, when we agreed to the 'Abang' plan, I understood very well that all this would make life a bet" Angel replied with her shiny pupils in the reddish torch light.

Wildan was silent. Although the debate Nilla and Angel in front of him felt tough, he was unable to mediate. Wildan felt drowsy and sleepy. His eyes were blurry too. The brain tells it to stay awake, but the eyelids begin to close and feel comfortable.

"Nilla hurry and take Wildan away. Look at her face getting pale. Trust me, I can face that jerk number 3!" snapped Angel irritated. Nilla breathed a moment. With no other choice, he immediately embraced Wildan and helped him stand up.

"Please promise me you'll catch up soon" Nila said, once again wiping her tears. Angel nodded convincingly.

"Where are we going? Do not let Angel here alone Nilla," said Wildan with a view that seems unfocused. The man was in a semi-conscious state.

Regardless of Wildan's words, Nilla dragged the half-fainted man out of the house. Wildan's tall body was large, overwhelming Nilla. Even so, Nilla forced her feet to keep stepping. Whatever Angel's plan, Nilla could only believe it even though her heart was filled with worry.

"Originally you know, I'm very worried too. But how else? He was always firm with his stance. To support Angel, we just need to believe in the plan," Nilla said, correcting her dewy glasses.

Meanwhile, a pair of feet stepped towards the house in the middle of the field over the hill. Blackened toenails due to tracing muddy soil. He is Mr. Suryono the Clown number 3.

Mr. Suryono observed a glimpse of his home from a distance. He smiled with satisfaction when he saw someone lying in the front doorway. The old man believes his trap managed to paralyze the opponent.

Arriving at the front porch, Mr. Suryono found a female figure lying covered in blood. The woman groans while holding an arrow that looks stuck in the calf. Mr. Suryono placed a machete beside the door. Then he sat down next to the woman whose face was face down facing the ground floor.

"I saw your arrival" said Mr. Suryono grinning.

"There were 3 people who came here. And now you're alone. It is a pity that you were abandoned. But that's how Miss lives. When we are needed, everyone will be friends. Everyone will be looking for. However, when we are considered to disturb us like weeds. Stamped and abandoned" continued Mr. Suryono.

Angel, who had been pretending to be in pain and just waiting, now began to move her body.

"Hey Old Man" said Angel, opening his mouth.

"For me it's okay to be a weed. Because grass is the strongest plant. Stamped, ignored, even poisoned, the grass will always try to grow. No matter how big the obstacles come, I will always try to grow, be strong, and achieve my goals." Angel moved the hand that grasped the arrow and directly aimed it at Pak Suryono's open thigh.

"Aarrgghhh!" Mr. Suryono shouted in pain. The old man rolled on the front floor of the door.

Angel deliberately pretended to hold an arrow at his foot so that his opponent thought he was helpless. Wildan's blood was smeared all over the calf. In the dim light of the torch on the front porch, Angel does look convincing. It was as if he was really hurt.

After a moment of rolling over in pain, Mr. Suryono seemed calmer. While adjusting his breath, he looked at Angel who was standing gallantly before him.

"Who are you? Whatdoyouwant? I don't know you!" Mr. Suryono leaned his back on the door leaf.

Angel grabbed the machete on the floor, then brandished it in front of Pak Suryono's nose.

"Not much bac*t Old Man. I know you're Clown number 3. The gang of robbers who plundered the house of a wealthy businessman in 91," said Angel grinning.

"Eumirants. What is your relationship with Sumiran?" asked Mr. Suryono with a stupefied breath.

"You have no right to ask. Now, answer my question damn*n! Where is Bu Melati? Why did he go and disappear? What are you guys doing, Miss Melati?" Angel flocked Mr. Suryono with a question.

Suddenly Mr. Suryono fell silent. His eyes looked at Angel's face which was hit by a reddish torch light. That's when Mr. Suryono's eyeballs seemed to shake. It was as if the old man had seen a ghost coming from the past.

"You look like him!" pekik Pak Suryono was terrified.

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