12 Badoets
A Pitu

The rain is getting worse. The water from the sky struck the thick mossy tile making a deafening loud sound. The atmosphere of the silent forest turned boisterous when the thunder also showed its existence.

Angel stood firm while holding a shiny machete at the old man sitting leaning against the door. The woman with such hair seemed to have no mercy even though her opponent was an old man.

"You look like Melati. Who are you really?" ask Mr. Suryono. His eyes did not blink observing Angel.

"In 91, after the robbery, where did you take Ms Melati? Did you guys finish him off too?" Angel asked back. He was reluctant to answer questions from Mr. Suryono.

"Your life depends on your answer, Old Man," continued Angel touching the tip of the machete that glistened to the nose of Mr. Suryono. The old man swallowed.

"You're wrong Miss. Melati is Clown number 12. He was the mastermind of the robbery" replied Mr. Suryono lirih.

Angel who heard Mr. Suryono's words immediately took a few steps back. The real answer he had guessed. But Angel always tried to deny it. And now it becomes real when the Clown plotters say it.

"Then, where did the woman go? Why did he leave his son? What if she's still alive enough not to go back to her son?" angel asked with her voice changing. Throat feels choked. Although many people say Angel's heart is as hard as a rock, in fact she is still a woman who can at times turn sentimental and fragile. From the corner of the eye, without being able to hold, the grains of water feel warm sliding down the cheeks.

"Why?" angel was full of anger.

"I don't know Miss. I really don't know where Melati went. I was just a croco in that plan. I went with them to save my family from bankruptcy," replied Mr. Suryono while hissing, his old legs back in pain.

"Curtain! Just so you know Old Man, the Clown cabal no one enjoys his old age. Living in guilt and fear. The spoils cannot bring peace" Angel sneered.

"Include yourself. Old age in miserable seclusion. Life brings its own justice. The law of sowing," continued Angel grinned.

Mr. Suryono was silent. Angel's words seeped into his heart. A sharp sentence was slashing and he could not argue.

"Now tell me Old Man, who's Clown number 8,9,10,11? And if Miss Melati is Clown number 12, then who's number 1? Who's your leader?" angel asked still holding a machete in his hand.

Mr. Suryono is still unmoved. His eyes look empty. His memory travels to the past. He befriends Umar the clown number 2. Umar was the one who invited him to participate in the plan of the Sumiran house robbery. Because Umar knew, Mr. Suryono was in need of a lot of money.

"Miss, I'm sorry. It seems I can not answer your question," said Mr. Suryono lirih. The old man suddenly stood up despite the pain. He grabbed the machete in Angel's hand and pulled it with all his might. Surprised, Angel could not resist. The machete pierced through the stomach of Mr. Suryono who was old full of wrinkles.

Angel was in disbelief. He did not expect that Mr. Suryono would do such recklessness at all. Angel released her hand grip from the machete which now smelled of pungent rye.

"People say I'm not sane. Well, maybe it's got a point. I often feel afraid if at any time someone comes to my place to demand revenge for the past. I set up a trap to welcome my opponent. I don't know who that is. But in fact, when the opponent actually came to me, I wanted to die in his hands instead. And now, I'm really relieved. The uhuukk!" said Mr. Suryono with a smile. He coughed up blood. His eyes also look red.

"Miss, I've always loved that kind of ruby, puzzle, and kids toys. You know why? It was all because I found it difficult to structure my complicated and messy life. It is easier to arrange a puzzle or rubik, although sometimes the toy feels difficult and annoying. But at least when I'm painstaking, puzzle also rubik will succeed me. While this life, although it has been painstaking, patient, struggling, it turns out the results are not in accordance with my wishes. Uhukk!" Mr. Suryono raved indistinctly.

Angel walked backwards. He noticed the look in Mr. Suryono's eyes at the moment. A blank look that showed the old man had already lost his mind. Angel's heel had tripped over a rock that caused her to fall.

"He he he he," Pak Suryono's laughter broke upon seeing Angel terrified. Grandfather's mouth was red, with dripping saliva flowing down his lips. Spit water that has been mixed with blood, looks red and foamy.

Angel stood up and adjusted her breathing. He twisted his body and immediately ran away from Mr. Suryono who was now holding a torch in his hand.

With a step taken, Mr. Suryono began to ignite the walls of his house made of woven bamboo using a torch. The fire easily crept and licked the rickety building. Although the air was cold, the weather was raining, the red man did not lose his ability to burn down the house in the middle of the forest.

As the fire grew wild, lit up and devoured everything nearby, Mr. Suryono instead walked into the house. Hot air and stuffy black smoke burst into the room. Mr. Suryono laughed holding his stomach which suddenly felt throbbing pain. He staggered and eventually fell face down on the floor of his house made of soil. At the same time the roof of his house that was burning directly collapsed and collapsed on the body of Mr. Suryono. Buried it in a very hot fire.

A few hours earlier, Adi police managed to find an account that had contacted Tarji last night. The social media account, named Inca, was seen active some time ago. Adi rushed back to the office to ask IT officers to track down the account owner. Adi also remembered about the old grandfather who had asked to chat with him.

Unfortunately, when Adi arrived at the office, the grandfather had disappeared. There is a sense of regret for promising to return soon but in fact can not keep it. Such is man, easy to say words but difficulty to act according to his words. Adi sighed slowly.

When Adi was daydreaming, the door of the room was knocked from the outside. An IT officer entered the room.

"We have managed to find the position of the target phone Njengan, when social media is still akif earlier," said the IT officer.

"Good thanks. Please immediately send the coordinates to me via Whatsapp messages," Adi replied firmly.

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