12 Badoets
Tenth Map

At the time Adi was sitting and talking to Mr. Suko, another place where an old man curled up on a cold and dusty granite floor. The man was conscious, his eyes were open and he could see completely. But the hands and feet felt numb unable to move.

He's Mr. Burhan. The elder who was about to meet Adi, but ended up in the middle of nowhere with cold air that slashed the skin. He fainted and woke up helpless. Can only pay attention to the condition of the room where it is weak. The space is not too wide, about 3x4 meters with a plavon height of less than 3 meters. A circular clock on the wall shows 11 o'clock. At first Mr Burhan was confused, is it day or night? The cold air almost outwitted him, guessing that the night had not passed. But in fact from the ventilation above the bed clearly visible sunlight barged in.

I heard footsteps approaching. Mr. Burhan recognized him. The officer who yesterday invited Mr. Burhan to meet Adi. But for what purpose the man turned out to be drugging and holding Mr. Burhan.

"Who are you?" ask Mr. Burhan stammering. His tongue felt numb, it was hard to speak.

"You should have recognized me sir. Why can you forget, with the boy you used to look after every day? The little fingers that once held you now come to ask for answers" said the sturdy man.

"Huh? I really don't understand" said Mr. Burhan.

"Wahh, you completely forgot the look. Or is he senile? I'm Angga Pak. The five-year-old who often spills your coffee" said the well-built man while showing his identification.

Mr. Burhan was shocked. The identification in front of him made the old eye unable to blink. The old man's mind was immediately dragged in the past. A five-year-old boy who often runs on the front porch. Even the sound of the toddler's crisp laughter was ringing in Mr. Burhan's eardrum.

"Den Angga?" Mr. Burhan glared.

"Thank God, you finally remember me. Strange as it may seem, I who was a toddler can remember you sir, while you forget the boy you used to carry." Angga sighed. As if relieved.

"Why did Den Angga keep me in this place?" asked Mr. Burhan in a loud voice. This time the numbness in his tongue had subsided.

"What kind of question is that? Hasn't my father seen me for a long time? Why not ask me first? Why are you only worried about yourself? What about a 5-year-old boy who doesn't know anything about being tossed around in his life by people who call himself clowns?" sergah Angga with a myriad of questions.

Mr. Burhan gulped. His throat feels dry. There was a question in the mind of the old man, could it be that who had killed the Clowns was Angga? So, now is it her turn?

"Maybe you are confused. How do I know about clowns? At the time of the robbery, I was too young to remember. Is that so? Until your mouth is tightly clenched." Angga grinned widely.

"Until news came, Bu Seruni died from a long-standing lung disease. Mr. Santoso decided to return to this city, taking with me a teenager. Apparently, there were two daughters left behind by Bu Seruni. One of them was a child born from the same womb as me. I have a sister. Then, Mr. Santoso took care of all of us" continued Angga.

"But Santoso shot Mr. Sumiran, your father. Didn't he tell you that?" sergeant Mr. Burhan.

"I knew. And I don't care. I'm not Sumiran's son. You must know, if I am an unwanted child," said Angga sigh.

Mr. Burhan was silent. He did not expect that the man standing before him already knew the complicated reality of the past.

"Unfortunately, beautiful flowers will be picked first. Among the 12 Clown robbers, the one with the most heart is Mr. Santoso. At a young age, he had to leave first. Leaving 11 of his friends who had no conscience," Angga sneered.

"Before his departure he had told me about the Clowns, also about me and my sisters. Unfortunately, the story is incomplete. The pain suffered by Mr. Santoso gnawed at his memory and consciousness. We were abandoned at an early age. I decided to go into education to become an officer. My brothers live alone in the middle of the city. I deliberately stayed away from them, so that they could escape the past. But the past binds them. Shackling, and demanding an answer," Angga crouched before Pak Burhan.

"Then, what do you want? From your story, I don't feel you're vengeful towards the Clowns. So, what's your purpose in taking out the Clowns one by one?" mr. Burhan asked, trying to move his body. Unfortunately all the old body was numb.

"Huh? I've never killed anyone, Old Man. Don't mistake. Rather than seeing you die so quickly, I would rather let you live in old age. I'm collecting evidence of your involvement with case 91. I have access to view files and details of past investigations. But actually after knowing your situation now, it feels like life is fair. Your lives are such a mess. Only one person seemed to be successful with his old age. Based on my own investigation, I draw the conclusion Clown number 8 is Mr. Wito. Retired rich, even now his son is running in the regional head election. Is my guess right, sir?" ask Angga. Mr. Burhan was speechless with trembling eyes. Although the old mouth was clenched, Angga smiled in satisfaction. He felt his guess was right.

"If Mr. Wito is proven to be involved with the crime of 91, then all the things he wants to achieve will now fall apart. He will enjoy his old age like no other. Isn't that what we call justice?" Angga leaned his back against the wall. He sat down in front of Mr. Burhan who remained motionless.

"If your goal is like that, then who's been hunting and killing the clowns?" ask Mr. Burhan.

"My sister was assigned to visit you one by one. Although I had no intention of involving them at first, they insisted on taking part. I trained my sweet little sister to be the one who could break your neck. But I don't think he's the one who took his life. You know, sir, what do my sister and I really need?" Angga threw his face away. Observe the vents that water Mr. Burhan's body with sunlight.

"We just need Mom's figure. Mother owes us an explanation. Why am I banished? Is Mom still alive? Why have you never seen me, looked at me? Does he hate me?" Angga looks crying.

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