12 Badoets
Nem

December of 1991

Two days after the robbery of Sumiran the conglomerate's house, the atmosphere of the streets around the city square is very quiet. Everyone refuses to leave the house. Continuous weather is bad, with rain and lightning coming at any time making the air temperature feel frozen. Moreover, there are creepy rumors from the home of the conglomerate.

The magnificent house in the center of the city was indeed a silent witness to the death of Sumiran. Some residents testified that they heard moaning around the house as night fell. Many stories are far-fetched, too peppered and excessive circulating to make the surrounding environment completely silent.

Meanwhile, at a coffee shop not far from the square, Jumani and Nuryanto were enjoying hot milk coffee. Coffee stalls with slum buildings that are completely deserted visitors. There's only Jumani and Nuryanto there.

The owner of the stall is a man with the senses of the listener who does not function properly. Jumani and Nuryanto were engrossed in conversation while occasionally his laughter broke with a thunderous voice.

"When canopy here tuh most delicious. Want to laugh until hoarse, the owner will not be angry. The lha wong budeg. Ha ha ha ha." Jumani laughed loudly with her big, round belly seemed to shake.

"Oh iyo Jum. You want an ante-anget?" tanya Nuryanto plays his eyebrows. The man is currently wearing gray cutbray pants that are becoming a fashion trend among young people.

"You brought drinks? Tomorrow we go to work, Nur." Jumani bobbing head.

"Wes ta lah. Just a little, the important thing is not to get dizzy," persuaded Nuryanto.

"Follow down. Do not ask for a glass to Mbah budeg if that is so," replied Jumani immediately moved to take a glass.

The next minute, the two young men drowned in a stinging-scented drink. Their laughter is getting louder. Even when the thunder struck, they opened their mouths laughing at him. Behaviour like a child that is really worthless.

Unexpectedly, someone came with quick steps directly to the table Jumani and Nuryanto. Men with bandages at the temples. His hair and part of his back were wet with rain. The man grabbed Nuryanto's bottle and immediately slammed it on the floor. The broken bottle scattered, causing a loud noise in between the swift rain water that hit the zinc roof.

"Burhan, jaran! What the fuck are you?" snapped Nuryanto with a face that looks red the influence of drinks.

Grandpa owner of the stall who had been busy wiping glasses and dishes seemed to be disturbed. He stopped his activity and stared intently at his three struggling visitors.

"Don't be angry with your friend. He didn't intentionally apologize. The broken bottle leave it alone. I'll be right. Calm down," said the owner of the stall giving advice that does not connect.

"Woh, you little budeg!" grunts Jumani.

Burhan unceremoniously stale instantly gripped the collar of Nuryanto's shirt. The man's face was red, not from drink but from anger.

"What the hell?" Nuryanto ciut guts.

"You don't see my temple breaking down?! Your English key hit me with all your might. What revenge are you against me? Huh uh?!" burhan.

"Propathetical. That's what tells us to seriously hurt you is Umar number 2. If we-we are just according to orders," sela Jumani tried to defend Nuryanto.

"I really fainted! Waking up because of gunshots. And Mr. Sumiran was already dead. Anj*ng. Because of that, I was harassed by the police for a whole day!" Burhan took off his clutches while pushing Nuryanto's body into the chair.

"Can you lower the volume of your voice?" Jumani smiled wryly.

"Make it budeg!" burhan.

"He's busy shit! He must clean up all the mistakes you have made. And the foul again, after all that happened you just disperse as if there is nothing to explain. Coming home from the police, under the shoe rack I found a box of my allotment. Oh come on, why don't we just hang out. Why do I feel like I'm being dumped?" Burhan glared in annoyance.

"Don't ask me. Find the Umar!" sahut Nuryanto fast.

"Suckers! Why has a mature plan been changed all of a sudden? Why should Sumiran be killed? What about Mak Surti? Her husband is pretty close to me. He came to my house asking how could his wife's fate be like that" Burhan licked with an increasingly hunting breath.

"We don't know, really," Jumani said.

"We both came on the bike, didn't join the group. We were separated from the others both when we came and when we came home. From the beginning I was tasked with hurting you, Burhan. So that you are free from suspicion," said Nuryanto trying to explain.

"But not to make me faint really guobl*k!" burhan Sela.

"Ah, fuck! Why would anyone die?" Burhan's breaking the table.

The shop owner again stopped his activity wiping the glass. It seems like he is bothered by Burhan's behavior.

"Guyon yes guyon, but do not shake the table," said the owner of the stall, again giving advice that is not connected.

"Berantem really is Mbah. How's guyon? Ah, you budeg!" sahut Jumani's.

We heard footsteps from the front door. A well-built and muscular man entered the stall while folding the arms of his shirt. A shiny gold watch is attached to the left wrist.

"Your mouths are too noisy. Your voice is heard outside the shop," said the golden watch softly, but it felt very intimidating. The gloomy aura that emanated from within the number 8 Clown made the air around as if it had become claustrophobic.

"Why did you come here?" burhan asked undaunted.

"I was looking for you. And I happen to see your astrea motor parked out front" replied the golden watch more calmly.

"Why? What's up?" ask Burhan again.

"I know we've put together a plan that feels perfect. And apparently, the implementation is different from the plan. As a result it can be said you have to bear the problem, harassed by the authorities for a day. So do I, have to take care of this to cover up and clean up the mistakes that have happened." The golden watch cleared for a moment.

"Then?" Burhan raised his chin.

"All that, it is in accordance with the requests number 1 and number 12. So even if you have to work more than planned, it is expected that you remain silent and remember with mutual agreement and commitment" replied the Golden Watch with a wide smile on its lips.

"I just need an explanation. Why was Sumiran finished? Where is Surti then? His family came to me crying. Wasn't the initial agreement, all this to make Sumiran lose his treasure? He took his money and wealth to suffer. What are you guys really hiding? What exactly is the purpose of the robbery?" Burhan grew more and more daring to bring his body closer to the golden watch.

While still smiling, the golden watch placed a shiny folding knife on Burhan's neck. His rapid, measured movements left Burhan unflappable. Only able to stand stiff with jakun up and down gulped.

"Don't ask too many questions. The less you know, the easier it will be for you. Your share of money has been given. Enjoy life and forget it all. I hope this is the last time you're nagging like my wife's mouth. Because it really sounds sick to my ears. Next time I hear anything like this again about you, I'll make sure you catch up with Sumiran," the golden watch said. Burhan could only nod slowly. He knew very well the threat of a golden watch was not just a bluff.

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