12 Badoets
Counted Nem

December of 1991

The rain was heavy, the black cloud in the sky never faded. Night is coming, the temperature is falling. The moon can't possibly show its light tonight. Even though it's time for the full moon to come.

With trembling hands Santoso grasped the handle of his weapon. This time he was holding a firearm. The deadly dangerous object was obtained from Clown number 8. Either confiscated goods, or contraband.

Umar put on a body, hid the petite body of frightened Melati. Sumiran covered her head with one hand. Who is not afraid, when there is an amateur who shakily brandished a weapon. While Clown number 5 jumps about to hit Santoso who lost self-control due to inner pressure.

Doorrrr

The sound of gunfire echoed within the house. Sound disguised by thunder and lightning. Clown number 5 hit Santoso just as he opened fire. Actually Santoso only intended to scare Melati, his female employer. But due to his weak mentality, and just the first time holding a weapon, that trembling hand pulled the trigger with its eyes closed.

Hot lead is not necessarily moving. In a few seconds, Umar had suspected his chest would be hollow. But apparently, even Sumiran who collapsed to the floor. At the bottom of Sumiran's left armpit appeared a deep red liquid seeping, making the man faint instantly.

"What the hell is in your brain?" snapped Clown number 5 with his body that overlapped Santoso with all his might. The weapon Santoso was holding had already been captured.

Santoso remained silent. Clown number 5 felt strange when he realized Santoso's body was limp helpless. Clown number 5 loosened his grip.

"Heh, he fainted" cried Clown number 5.

"Damn! I thought it was my stomach" said Umar sighing. His knees seem to be shaking.

Melati walked over to the unconscious Sumiran. The woman looked at her husband's face. The face that every day snapped at him, acted rudely, even for bed matters. The eyes of the beautiful woman were full of flames of hatred.

"How now?" Clown number five asked Umar.

"Bring the shit out of here. After he wakes up, tell him Sumiran died because of him. Tell that to the others too. Let him bear the regret of careless actions. I'm a little sorry to bring him, you little brat! His brain is not dead yet" Umar lamented.

Clown number 5 according to, he lifted Santoso's body. Although initially a little difficult, Clown number 5 still carry out Umar's orders. The unconscious Santoso was half dragged away from the kitchen.

Dooorrr

Back the sound of the gun explosion resounded. Umar jumped in shock and immediately turned his head, looking at Melati who was smiling widely in front of her husband. This time the heat was completely motionless. The man's chest was no longer up and down, his breathing had already stopped. Sumiran was killed at the hands of his beautiful wife.

Surti screamed with all his might. She did not expect, Melati would have the heart to finish her own husband. As bad as Sumiran's treatment to Surti, the old woman remained affectionate to her master. Without Sumiran, Surti had no income. No one else wants to hire him because Surti is slow and not dexterous. But Sumiran is suitable with Surti cuisine. Although often snapping, cursing, Sumiran still paid Surti properly.

"Mrs, why?" shouted Surti restrained.

Umar was stunned for a moment. Same with Surti, the man also did not expect Melati to easily pull the trigger in his hand.

"Suckers! The plan is not like this!" umpat Umar while hitting the wall behind him.

"What do you expect? This I have agreed with your bojomu," said Melati lightly.

There were footsteps approaching. An officer wearing a raincoat was seen running from the front room. Wito, Clown number 8. His footprints looked wet and muddy on the marble floor of Sumiran's stately home.

"You guys are too long. Get out of this place!" bentak Wito's.

Wito's eyes were then fixed on the figure of Sumiran lying on the floor with red liquid flooding around him.

"It's your job to clean this up" said Melati.

"Where can? It's outside the plan." Wito rubbed his chin.

"Don't pretend to be stupid. Aren't many of your superiors wanting him dead?" Melati.

"Hmmm, but give me more than the division. Isn't my job the most?" Wito grinned.

"Basic duitan eyes!" pekik Umar growled.

"Have it, just give it away." Melati relented, lazy to continue the debate. Umar just sighed.

"Oh yes, this is the document you requested yesterday. After this, the life you dream of will come true" Wito said, handing over a large brown envelope to Melati. The woman's hand seemed to tremble slightly as she received it.

"Now, you go quickly!" wito's orders once again.

"What about the maid?" tanya Umar pointed at Surti who was crying in the corner of the kitchen.

"Let me do it. After all he was a key witness," muttered Wito staring at Surti.

"One more, Wito. I tipped Angga," Melati said with a sigh. Both of the women's eyes looked watery at the corners.

"Yes, I get it. I have a place. Which my wife manages" replied Wito.

Melati nodded, and moved her legs. Although tears flowed down her cheeks, the woman was already convinced by all her actions. His mind continues to strengthen, there can be no doubt. He felt sure, after today was the life he had wanted all along.

Umar tailed behind Melati. They walked quickly past Burhan on the front porch still lying unconscious with an injured temple. Both Umar and Melati ignored him.

Clowns 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 had already left some time before in a maroon red antelope. While Clown number 9, and 10 use the butt motor. Melati and Umar stopped in front of the fence, though the rain soaked their bodies.

The next few moments came a sedan driven by a beautiful woman. His hair was black with eyes that looked soft. Melati immediately opened the side door of the steering wheel and barged in. Umar went to the back seat and took off his mask.

"After this, you can live happily" said Melati. The sedan car roared loudly and sped away from Sumiran's house.

After the departure of Melati and Umar, Wito took the watch worn by Sumiran's corpse. A shiny gold watch with an S emblem in the center. Wito smiled sumringah.

At the same time, the five-year-old boy woke up from a nap since that afternoon. The boy walked down the stairs and was pensive when he saw the man he called father lying on the floor. Wito stood up and smiled welcoming him.

"Well, you must be Angga?" said Wito friendly. The toddler who didn't know anything was just nodding slowly.

In the corner of the kitchen, Surti also lay unconscious. Wito hit the back of the old woman's neck to immobilize her. The next second, Burhan woke up and walked into the kitchen with a stagger.

"You'll be the most suspect, Burhan. But you'll pass out, every question the investigator answers if you're fainting. You'll be safe. You're not lying, because that's the truth." Wito smiled holding the golden watch in his right hand.

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