12 Badoets
Wolu

The morning comes with the sun that makes the dew on the leaves evaporate. His warm rays pierced through the small gap between the rows of houses that were crammed together. Fresh and pure air smokeless vehicle blows cool. Caress those who are still reluctant to get out of their blankets.

Wildan woke up fitter than last night. His feet still hurt, but they can be moved. Next to him, Nilla was still asleep in a prone position. The woman fell asleep last night while waiting for Wildan who was still lying weak. While the television was left on it broadcast local news early in the morning.

Slowly Wildan exposed the blanket at his feet. Although it was a little difficult Wildan was finally able to stand up. Pain and pain are still felt in the calf wrapped in bandages. The gil* arrow shot wound still hasn't dried up completely.

Wildan stepped into the front room. The way he walked seemed limp, occasionally Wildan's right hand grabbed the wall for a grip. He checked into the room. Silent, and dark, there was no one there. The man Wildan was looking for hasn't come back yet. Angel hasn't come home yet.

"He hasn't come home yet" Nilla said suddenly. He woke up and fixed the glasses on his nose.

"I waited until 3am. Angel seemed to disappear, there was no news," continued Nilla with a pushy look. There is clearly concern in the eyeballs hidden behind thick glass lenses.

"How about we try to get to the house of the man you call brother? It's possible that Angel went there, isn't it?" Wildan gave a proposal.

Nilla sighed. He nodded slowly.

"Only Angel knows your house" said Nilla.

"Huh? How come?" Wildan was shocked.

"Only Angel has a blood relationship with Brother. While I actually do not have any ties to him," said Nilla quickly. His eyes seemed to be far away.

"Explain to me, Nilla. Don't confuse me. Last night you said that you and the Angel sisters were different. Now you're saying Angel is brother to the man you call brother. While you are not. What does that mean?" Wildan looks upset.

Nilla sighed. He was about to open his mouth, when the sound of television broadcasting a glimpse of information sounded. The sound of television was clear and loud in the silence. A woman named Ika reportedly disappeared earlier this morning after returning to worship. Eyewitnesses saw Ika smothered and put in a black box car without a license plate. Until now the family is still confused looking for a beautiful woman who is in the process of divorce.

"Well?" Wildan suddenly ran into the television room. He ignored the pain in his leg. His round eyes vibrate when looking on the television screen Ika photo on display and reported missing kidnapped.

"Who?" ask Nilla curiously.

"Well, ex. Goddamn bum! This is no coincidence. He must have been kidnapped by people related to the Clowns" Wildan said, hitting a wall.

"Calm Wil. Not necessarily related to the clowns. Who knew he was your ex? It's too much meaning if you associate it with the clowns" Nilla argued.

"You don't know Nilla. Everyone in my house knows that Ika is my ex. I had no one after Father's death. So when people find out about me, Ika is the only target who is considered to know and be close to me" Wildan explained.

"I'll try to call his cell phone number" Wildan continued with fiery eyes.

"Are you crazy?" Nilla glares.

Phone connected. The hoarse voice of a man was heard. Wildan was stuck for a while, confused about what to say.

"We're just looking for a guy named Wildan. So if you are not the person in question, or even a police officer who wants to track down the location of the woman named Ika who is currently with us, we can make sure it is in vain. Take Wildan to us, and Ika we'll let go!" said the man with a threatening voice.

"I'm the one you're looking for. I'm Wildan!" wildan replied firmly.

"Hey!" Nilla snapped and glared. Wildan placed his index finger on his lips, asking Nilla to be quiet.

"Tell me where I'm going. And I made sure I'd come alone" said Wildan bravely.

Not long after, the call was terminated. Wildan had recorded an address. Nilla looked at him with a sad expression holding back tears.

"What do you want to do, Wil?" asked Nilla in a trembling voice.

"I'll come to this address Nilla" Wildan replied with confidence.

"You're hurt. Can what you go there? You don't know who your opponent is!" prevent Nilla from grabbing Wildan's arm and gripping him tightly.

"So, I don't have Nile's plan either. But, to be honest I'm tired of being a cowardly man who just keeps running. This time I wanted to come to the opponent not to give up but to show that I still had some pride and deserved to be called a man." Wildan smiled wryly.

"He's just a former Wildan. Let the police work. We have more important business" Nilla once again persuaded.

"Because he's my ex, I have to help him Nile. She was a bad girl who had been with a guy like me. Even when our relationship ended, he was hit by an accident because of me. He had nothing to do with the Clowns or anything about my life but he had to be the bait for me to come out of hiding. It's Nilla's responsibility. Had I turned myself in from the beginning, none of this would have been possible." Wildan looked muddled with his opinion.

Nilla was silent now. There's nothing he can do. Everyone closest to him went one by one. Nilla was always afraid when the time came when everyone left her.

"Thank you Nilla. Take care. If Angel comes back, tell her to stop any attempts to find the Clowns. Live quietly, forget the grudges of the past. I'll go first" Wildan said farewell. The man took the time to hug Nilla tightly. Then stepped out of the house with his limp feet. Not long after, the sound of a matic motor roared away leaving Nilla still glued to where she stood.

"Nilla let's think, what should you do?" muttered Nilla with her arms crossed. His right leg stomped on the floor quite strongly.

During this time Nilla helps Angel to find the Clowns, so that Angel regardless of the past that ensnared him. Nilla just wants Angel to enjoy her life. But in the end he realized, there was no happiness in revenge. On the edge of vengeance there is only a feeling of emptiness. Like Nilla now, who lost those closest to her.

Suddenly Nilla remembered something. He picked up the wallet in the room and ran the doormat out of the house. She no longer cared about her disheveled makeup just waking up from sleep. Nilla headed to the ojek base located across the alley of her house.

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