12 Badoets
Pitu Sewidak

Right at midnight, the time that should be used by humans to rest so that the body makes repairs and detoxification, but there are still people who are awake ignore drowsiness. The air felt frozen to cut the skin after the rain fell overnight. Frogs reveal unpretentiousness as if in a race to show the most melodious sound. Also the smell of wet soil lurched as if drugging every human to evaporate wide.

In the warehouse on the edge of the city, two people were seen standing bowed after touring the surrounding area. They stood face to face with breath. A white-haired man with a dragon-carved wooden stick in his hand, looked at the beautiful woman with unraveled hair.

"Have you checked in the bushes there?" the male with the dragon staff pointed his index finger at the shrub plant not far from the warehouse.

The beautiful woman in front of the male dragon-stick was the Inca. He seemed to nod at the man's question. Sweat soaks the forehead, even though the air is too cold. His expression showed anxiety and anger. Their treasured captives had unexpectedly fled.

"He should not have been able to escape with a heavy wound to the head. Moreover, I remember very well this afternoon after feeding him, I injected sedative anj*ng which I bought from petshop. How can a person who is in pain and half drugged can take off the rope to escape somewhere? There must be someone else coming here" said the Inca biting her fingernails.

"Police may already know this place." The dragon-wanded man snorted in annoyance. He walked ahead of the Inca towards the black car parked in front of the warehouse. How to walk looks limp assisted by a shiny dragon stick hit by lights on the edge of the road.

Inka hurriedly followed her into the car. The dragon-sticked man turned on the car and immediately turned the wheel. They left the warehouse at high speed.

"I thought we were careless this time. You just got arrested by an officer, not just any officer. But a unit head who was looking for his co-workers. It could have been you this afternoon followed," said the male with the dragon's wand occasionally hitting the wheel.

"Then, is it possible that Tarji is Clown number 8?" ask Inka.

"It can't be. It could have been given by the number 8 to Tarji because of an award or achievement. The problem is we need names. Tarji certainly knew who had given him the watch. Unfortunately before we got the name of Clown number 8, Tarji has run away," continued the man with a dragon stick while scratching his head.

The dragon-stick man pulled over his car on the edge of the great river that split the city. He opened the windshield and lit a cigarette. The inca imitated it. The two people were enjoying the smoke while staring at the dark sky of midnight.

"Have you heard the news on tv? The elderly burned in the middle of the woods this afternoon?" ask the man with the dragon. The inca nodded quickly.

"I think it's also one of the clowns. Probably number 3. The children of Sumiran are more useful than I thought," said the dragon-sticked man.

"That means 9, 10, 11, 12. And lastly is big boss number 1. Unfortunately I have no clue at all about them" the Inca continued, blowing white smoke out of the car's glass gap.

"Over this time we've only been following notes from Santoso. The incomplete record. The man was senile when I met him last time. Well at least I can tell, there's Angel and her brother who's also hunting the clowns." The dragon-sticked man smiled wryly.

"By the way, isn't Santoso also one of the clowns? Have you finished him off too?" ask Inka curiously. The beautiful woman squinted at the man sitting next to her.

"No. He's different." The dragon-sticked man shook his head slowly.

"Actually, you don't need to go this far Beb. You should be living happily out there. Not confined with me, with a grudge that does not know when it will pay off and be done," said the man with the dragon stick while staring fixedly at Inka.

Hearing the Inca reply the male with the dragon staff grinned widely. Then suddenly his right hand gripped the neck of the Inca tightly. The woman felt tight. The oxygen pathway in his throat narrowed.

"Your answer is disgusting. You think I'm not aware huh? When I assigned you to tease the son of the number 2, your face seemed radiant. You're interested because he's handsome. I don't like sycophants even though my body likes to be licked," said the dragon-sticked man.

"Le is just me!" Inca pain. His face was red.

The male with the dragon's staff pushed the Inca's body. The woman's head hit the top of the car door. He coughed while holding his neck which looked flushed.

"You are my Inca!" said the dragon-sticked man full of emphasis.

The Inca still rubbed his neck. Tears appear to drip feeling soreness and tightness. He had been subjected to harsh treatment many times, but was unable to resist.

"For now all we can do is keep an eye on Nilla and Angel's house. Perhaps the son of Sumiran, has a clue that we can follow," continued the dragon-sticked man.

"And now show me your loyalty to the Inca. You've made me angry. You know when I'm angry, I need an impingement. Move to the back now!" snapped the male with the dragon's staff.

The Inca can only obey. He got out of the car and moved to the back seat. Followed by the male with a dragon stick while smiling widely. As the day changed, midnight passed, on the edge of the time that split the city center, the black car swayed wildly in a silent atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Adi police have returned to the clinic where Tarji was treated. Although he failed to find Nilla and Wildan's place to live, Adi now knows there are police officers who conspire with the fugitives.

Tarji has been transferred to the treatment room. Adi has taken care of his administrative needs. Adi has also called and informed the Tarji family. Because it is outside the area, most likely the Tarji family is new until tomorrow.

Adi sat next to Tarji who was sound asleep. Based on initial examination, found some traces of injections in Tarji's arm.

"If only you hadn't shown the golden watch in Ji's medsos," Adi muttered with a sigh. It was at that moment that he realized that Tarji was no longer wearing his proud golden watch.

Adi immediately got up from his seat and ran to the administration counter. He asked if any of his colleague's timepieces were left in the ER room. After a while of searching, also looking at the cctv footage, it turned out that there was indeed no watch on Tarji's wrist since the beginning of the clinic.

"Why did the Inca or whoever the kidnapper was taking Tarji's gold watch for? If it was his intention to rob Tarji for what to keep?" Adi propped up his chin, standing leaning against the silent walls of the clinic hallway. The clock at the end of the hall shows at 2 am.

"In the meantime, the watch got Tarji from . . ." Adi did not continue his words. Many conjectures that come to mind Adi. Although lacking evidence and only based on instinct, Adi believes all events this time are related to the robbery case in 91.

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