12 Badoets
The Siji Tenth

What is shameful for a man? Run away from responsibility and take cover behind women's backs. That's what Wildan thought now. He did not want to burden Ika with all the complicated problems that surrounded her.

An ex is nothing more than the past, but that doesn't mean Wildan has the heart to leave him in danger. Moreover, all the danger was because of him. Wildan often looks weak, less determined, naive and some other vices. It may be true that the image is as bad as that, but in the bottom of the heart always ringing advice of the Mother.

"In life you may have some difficulties. The important thing is never to ruin someone else's life. Your own responsibility, do not involve others with your problems. Because everyone must have their own problems."

At full speed Wildan drove the bike he borrowed from Nilla. In his heart he cursed his incompetence as a man. How is it possible that at one time there were two women close to him who had to bear bad luck. Angel disappeared somewhere. Ika's been kidnapped by someone she doesn't know her identity.

The matic motorcycle tire that appears to have lost its line pattern is climbing cement roads far from the city, even far from residential areas. The sugarcane fields look lush, with their towering trees. Wildan had remembered his childhood, liked to bite and sip the sweet stem.

After the sugarcane plantation, then the house building looks less maintained. The paint is dark green as if fused with dense cane leaves. Wildan entered the yard with mossy paving that felt slippery. A black box car is parked right in the middle.

Wildan turun dari motor dan disambut oleh laki-laki berkepala plontos dengan setelan pakaian serba hitam. Wildan ingat pernah melihat laki-laki itu di depan gang rumahnya kala Pak Anwar tewas terbun*h. Laki-laki yang memegang senter dan mengira Wildan tengah bercum*u dengan Angel.

"Welcome, please come in" said the man with the head of plontos. Unexpectedly the way of speech is smooth, contrasting with the appearance of a scary nan.

Wildan was silent. He walked behind the plontos-headed man. Although his calf was painful and throbbing, Wildan tried to walk as usual. He covered up the pain, not wanting to look weak in front of his opponent.

Wildan entered the front room of the abandoned house. The room is not too large with walls that have not been plastered. There was an old man sitting on a rattan chair while sucking on a cigar. Grandpa was wearing a golden watch on his left hand. Behind him stood a long-spirited male with a codet wound under his right eye. While in the corner of the room, Ika appeared to curl helplessly in a condition tied to the rope.

"Well?!" squealed Wildan with glaring eyes. The long-haired woman turned her head, with the corner of her lips dripping with a thick red liquid. Seeing the arrival of Wildan, Ika was only able to cry silently. The clear tears flowed down the cheeks that were reddened by the slap of heavy hands.

Wildan was about to run towards Ika, but a kick from the back hit his injured calf. Wildan fell to his knees smelling the cold dusty ceramic floor. He groaned in pain holding his leg. The wound on the calf again seeped, wet the cotton cloth pants.

"I suspect your leg is hurting. My eyes can't be lied to, your way of walking is weird. Turns out my guess was right" said the plontos-headed man who had kicked Wildan.

"That's enough. He's an important guest, why should he be tortured?" The golden watch sighed. The white smoke of burning cigars billowed around it.

"Suckers! What do you want?" Wildan hissed withstanding the pain. He tried to get up even though the pain eliminated some of his energy.

"First I say welcome to my childhood home. I admit your courage, come here alone. I put some men on the road to get here, to see if it's true that you came alone. And as it turns out, you keep your word," said the golden watch while clapping. His lips smiled revealing a row of yellowed teeth.

"Your name is Wildan, right? And you're Umar's son, clown number 2?" ask the golden watch full of probes.

"Yes. And your business is only with me! Why involve someone else who has nothing to do with it? Huh uh?" Wildan shouted with a dead red face. He felt a liquid flowing down his calf. The thick red liquid had already soaked the instep.

"Because we had trouble finding you. Not even the police managed to find your whereabouts. The only chance is to get information from people close to you. You actually got to this place. Doesn't that mean my tactics are very good?" The golden watch grinned in excitement.

"Hey, that's the strategy of the name. Not cunning," argued the golden watch.

"Is killing*h Mr. Anwar also a strategy for you?" sahut Wildan's.

"Well, you know. Then that night you were still there. I'm the only one who doesn't have time to wander around to find you. But, everything I actually harvested today. You came to me by yourself." The golden watch smiled in satisfaction.

"Basar old bangka!" peekkik Wildan's. A kick, again floated from the man with the head of the plontos. This time right hit the heart of Wildan.

"Uph! Hoek!" Wildan vomited feeling pain in the lower abdomen.

"So, your manners!" snapped plontos-headed man.

Wildan was now kneeling in his stomach. Saliva drips from the mouth that feels bitter at the base of the tongue. Wildan's stomach was not filled with food, but had to spit out fluid from an empty stomach.

"St! Don't be so rude to my guest," said the golden watch as if advising his bodyguard. Though the lips of the old man revealed a smile.

"What do you really want? I've come here. Aren't you a man? Keep promise! Release Ika!" wildan shouted with reddened eyeballs. Wildan had a mind set on crying, crying, even asking for forgiveness, but for what? Like a deer that has been attacked by a lion. Will surrender or fight the result will be the same, preyed upon. So Wildan chose to keep his chin up, to fight even with just swearing and words.

"I thought that promise would keep me. But then first. Answer some questions from me. Your safety and that woman in that corner, depends on your answer, boy!" The golden watch clenched its hands tightly.

"What?" Wildan looked undaunted.

"You're accused of killing Anwar. It was me. But then, you are considered also involved in the death of Trisno, as well as Ki Sarno. Those people are clowns just like me and your father. Why are you hunting them?" ask the golden watch full of probes.

"Ohh, apparently you are also afraid of being the next victim, is that so? So you tried to attack first before being attacked?" wildan taunts.

The golden watch frowned at Wildan's words. Clearly, the old grandfather with a body that is still quite muscular was disturbed. He turned his eyes to his plontos-headed bodyguard.

"Track the woman in the corner of the room in front of me! Show this pretentious brat what can happen when it makes me angry" the golden watch commanded.

Wildan's eyes rounded for a moment. Stupid things make a lion angry. Though in the clutches of the beast's hands there was a woman of value to Wildan.

"What do you want to do?!" peekkik Wildan's. Now the tears of the man are unstoppable. He cried down and knelt down.

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