12 Badoets
Telu Sewidak

Footsteps stumbled on the slightly wet ceramic floor exposed to splashes of rainwater. A few drops of thick red liquid flowed in the calf wrapped in bandages. The pain again feels throbbing when the pain medication has lost its effect.

Nilla opened the door of the house while embracing and helping Wildan walk in. Their bodies were drenched in rainwater. Wildan's lips seemed to shake and turn blue, unable to withstand the freezing air. Wildan dropped his body on the living room chair. He grimaced in pain staring at the worn-out ceiling that was above him.

"Let me get you a towel" said Nilla, rushing to the back of the house.

Wildan was silent and daydreaming. His entire body did indeed feel pain as if every joint that was attached was about to fall out. Even the wounds on his calf were throbbing and agonizing. But in Wildan's brain only Angel thought. How's that bad girl doing? And where is he now? Worry seemed to explode in Wildan's mind, covering up the pain suffered.

Nilla had returned from behind the house carrying a towel with a picture of a spider superhero. He helped Wildan take off his shirt. Then rub and dry Wildan's back that field.

"What about Angel?" ask Wildan lirih. His body is covered in towels now. Nilla was heard sighing and shaking slowly.

"I'm sorry. My existence can't help you guys" said Wildan bowed.

"We can only trust Angel now. Being here waiting for him to come home" said Nilla trying to stay optimistic.

"After Angel's return, I don't want to continue the search for the Clowns. I'm already tired. The grudge is like the embers of fire, which gradually burns the peace of its devotees. The person who worships vengeance in his life, originally in the form of sturdy and strong wood, when everything is finished will only become charcoal. There is not a single piece of kindness from the results of revenge," continued Nilla. His voice was soft but it sounded piercing.

"Aren't you the one who said the Clowns' quest wasn't for revenge?" sergeant Wildan.

"This is all because Brother and Angel want to meet with Ms. Melati. They may not be vengeful towards the Clowns, but it seems like the Clowns are covering up what has happened in the past. Something that Brother and Angel were looking for," Nilla replied with a look of sadness.

"Who's Brother?" ask Wildan curious.

"Precious man to Angel. I don't have the right to explain that to you." Nilla shook her head slowly.

"I really don't understand your relationship. I honestly thought you and Angel were brothers. I saw a picture of two beautiful toddlers on the wall next to the kitchen. And I'm sure it's a picture of you first" Wildan said, rubbing his arm. Although it has been wrapped in a towel, cold air is actually still able to penetrate into the skin.

"Me and Angel are brothers. We have the same Father, but from a different Mother" replied Nilla. Somehow Nilla's chest feels tight every time it discusses her parents and her past.

"So Angel's Mr. Sumiran's son? My head is getting dizzy. Then Angel lied that he was the son of Santoso, one of the clowns." Wildan massaged his forehead.

"We do consider Santoso as a substitute for the figure of the Father. One of the Clowns who tried to atone for his sin," replied Nilla with a trembling eyeball.

"Huh? All this is too confusing for me" Wildan said, scratching the back of his head which suddenly felt itchy.

"Angel's meeting with you was a coincidence already outlined. And I was the one who was grateful when Angel brought you into this house, Wildan. Angel is always closed, her life is only to look for Bu Melati, to look for the Clowns. He and his brother could not enjoy life at all. But your arrival changed Angel. He is more cheerful and smiles often. I'm so grateful for your presence in our midst" Nilla said with a few puffs of clear water dripping behind her thick glasses.

Wildan. Nilla's sincere remarks flattered her. All the time people looked at Wildan one eye as a young man who was not clear his way of life. The name madesu aka the grim future is always addressed to him.

"Can you help me?" wildan asked Nilla after a moment of silence.

"What?" Nilla asked back.

"Pick up a shirt and pants. The air is getting cold. I can freeze like this" Wildan replied with a wry smile.

Wildan clung to the chair and changed clothes. Nilla helped embrace Wildan in order to stand balanced on one leg. But he faced the other way, avoiding seeing Wildan who was changing his pants.

"You go to sleep. Your condition takes a lot of time to rest. I'll wait for Angel to come home" Nilla said after Wildan finished changing clothes.

Wildan. With the help of Nilla, he walked back to the front room of the television. Then Wildan laid his body on a shabby mattress scented his own body.

"Wilda?" call Nilla lirih.

"Hmm? What's?" wildan asked while putting a pillow on his head. He looked for the position that felt most comfortable for his injured leg.

"Please forgive Angel, as well as myself for bringing you all these dangerous and terrible things. Fugitive you to the police. Ruin your life" said Nilla bowed.

"No Nilla. Without Angel I'd be dead at the hands of Mr. Anwar. As bad as I've been to this day, at least I'm alive. I feel that it is indeed outlined to meet you," replied Wildan clasping Nilla's hand tightly.

Meanwhile, the cold night air was also felt by an arm with a golden watch coiled over it. A man was sitting on a chair that was in the same color as his watch. Male thick and muscular at an age that is no longer young.

The three men with sangar faces the golden watch. They are in a room with shades and colors that are all too shiny. On the wall mounted a big screen television broadcast a nightly news.

"The Number 3 is dead. This is no coincidence. There are those who hunt the Clowns" said the golden watch with its heavy and hoarse voice.

"There's nothing you need to worry about. We won't let you blister even a fingernail" replied the man with a scar on his cheek. He was the head of the golden watch guard.

"Bod*h! I will not dwell in the fortress alone, even though it is assured of its safety. The art of war taught me not to wait for the enemy to come. Find, come and destroy people who could potentially be stumbling blocks for my move!" command the golden watch with a thunderous voice.

"Ba Good Sir. Whatever your orders, we carry them out" replied the head of the guard bowed. He was frightened to see the aura of his master while being angry. Even though he was old, a lion was still a bloodthirsty beast.

"Based on the police investigation, the perpetrator who killed the Clowns was the son of Umar the number 2. The brengs*k was still troublesome even though it was dead. Umar who keeps old money evidence of the crime of 91. There are also things that should be destroyed. You know that whatever little scandal that smells about me right now will have a huge impact on my future career. If until the son of Umar found the objects that his Father stored, it was exhausted all my efforts to build a good image in the community for many years," said the golden watch. His right hand held a bottle of mineral water firmly, until finally the glass bottle broke and injured the palm of the man who was almost 70 years old.

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