12 Badoets
Countdown Limo

December of 1991

The afternoon sky was getting darker. The sky was covered with cloudy clouds dropping thousands of grains of water every second. Thunder was rumbling as if racing showed which sound was the most mighty. Every now and then the gloomy and dark atmosphere turned bright in a single blink of lightning.

Santoso stood in front of Surti. While Clown 5 tattooed scorpion holding his foot stepped on Surti. The man's right hand also appeared to have been bitten. There was also the shaman, Clown number 4 who opened his hands to prevent Surti from escaping.

"Mathane! Pec! My feet stepped on. Pas cantengan this. My hand was bitten too. Just like a wild animal, fucking peyot woman! Can rabies nih, "clown swearing number 5.

"Bi, relax. Anyway Auntie recalls, Bibi will be safe," Santoso said soothingly.

Surti gulped. Now he knew who the masked figure of a clown was talking to him. The voice was familiar to Surti. He said there was no other choice for his own safety.

There was a sound coming from the stairs. Santoso, Clown 4, and 5 turned at the same time. Sumiran was seen stranded under the stairs. The wealthy businessman grimaced in pain. His right hand was bent backwards in an unnatural position.

From the top floor, Clowns 9 and 10 walk up the stairs while carrying a small safe box. Although the size is not much, but the safe box looks heavy. Clowns 9 and 10 were hassles with the sound of a rough roar of breath.

"Hey! What have you guys done?" santoso shouted at Sumiran who was moaning in pain.

"What the hell? We want to walk, he gets in the way. I'll kick it" said Clown number 9.

Santoso was about to run to help his employer. But the hand tattooed scorpion grabbed and gripped Santoso's shoulder.

"Don't do anything unnecessary. You can endanger everything!" snarled Clown number 5.

Santoso was silent. He could only look at his crying master. Santoso felt a piteousness in his heart. As bad as Sumiran, the man has given a decent job for Santoso. Salary every month is never late, not less. But now, Santoso stabbed the master in the back. He was paid to maintain security, in fact he even endangers Sumiran.

"Have you taken everything?" suddenly Clown number 2, Umar was already standing in the kitchen doorway. Umar's voice sounded hoarse, deliberately changed so as not to be recognized Sumiran.

"Brankas. Jewelry is all, too" said Clown number 10.

Sumiran was still curled up on the floor. His right hand was broken. He hissed, feeling an unbearable pain and pain. Some of his molar teeth also fell out when he rolled on the stairs earlier. Seeing that, Clown number 2 was stunned for a moment. His hands clenched tightly, there was a sense of unbearability in his heart.

"What have you done?" snarled Clown number 2. The sound coming out of that throat was the original sound. The voice that was supposed to be changed to hide identity.

"Missy?" pekik Sumiran instantly recognized the person behind the mask. At the same time, Anwar also walked over carrying a backpack containing a number of jewels.

"You're Umar, right? I'm sure you're Umar. That voice, I memorized. Why are you doing all this?" Sumiran shouted. But alas, the sound of rain muffled every scream.

"Don't you all the people I know. You robbed me? Umar, if you need money why not just say it?" sumiran. Sumiran's courage began to appear when he found out that the robber in front of him was an old friend.

Umar. Anwar was just looking. A moment of silence that feels long. The sound of heavy rain fell on the roof more and more, but all the frenzy was not heard in the senses of Umar listeners.

In the midst of Umar's mind, a figure appeared that had been sitting in the room. Women who wear orange pajamas. Red lipstick, as well as the path that bends look wooden and sexy. It was Melati, the wife of Sumiran.

"My wife, look at these people robbing our house. And the mastermind is Umar," said Sumiran pointed at Umar.

Melati sighed. He looked at Sumiran with a strange look. The female's eyes showed a sense of indifference, indifference.

"Why are you all quiet anyway? If all the valuables have been taken away, then get out of here!" snapped Melati suddenly.

Hearing the wife's words, Sumiran looked shocked. The round eyes of the man were trembling. Looking at Melati who ignored him.

"Can't we just take his property? I think that's enough to destroy it" Umar said after a moment of silence.

"I'm the same bojomu already round. If you let him live, he'll keep chasing me, and your boom. Is that what you want?" sergeant Melati reached into the glove in his pajama pocket. A glove of thick black rubber.

"Darken! This is all your plan, right?!" shouted Sumiran while glaring. His eyes seemed to be about to jump out.

"Wes, I don't go with family business like this. The important thing is that the safe does not get into the car, yes" said Clown number 10 interrupted the conversation. Jumani and Nuryanto, again lifted the safe and walked out of the kitchen.

"I'll go with you guys. The important money for you yes," said Clown 4, then follow Jumani and Nuryanto. Santoso was unable to move his body. Fear spread in the heart when watching Melati take the weapon carried by Umar.

Surti started crying. The woman covered her face with her palm. In front of Surti there is a Clown number 5 who does not care much about the drama that is happening.

"What are you doing here? Quickly go to the car. Your backpack is full of jewels, isn't it?" Melati snapped at Anwar who had been silent earlier. Anwar quickly nodded, turned around and ran away. He doesn't care anymore about what's going to happen.

The next moment a gunshot sounded. Not from Melati, but from Santoso's hands. The man pointed the tip of his weapon at the kitchen ceiling. He was crying, sobbing in fear.

"That's enough. Aren't we here to take the money? Why torture Mister? Why would the Madam want to harm you, sir?" Santoso. He is the youngest among the clowns. His heart is easily broken.

"Be careful with your weapon bod*h!" bentak Umar's.

"Heh number 5, get number 7 out of here. Also the maid in that corner, take her out! Hurry along!" umar's orders. Clown number 5 according to. He walked over to Santoso. However, Santoso pointed his weapon at Umar.

"Hey, shit! Drop guns!" bentak Umar's.

In a state of turmoil, and Santoso's unstable emotions even more firmly gripped the handle of his weapon. The young man's hands shook violently. Umar stretched out his arms, hiding Jasmine behind his back.

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