12 Badoets
Wolu

The sound of a clown mask falling rolling sounded loud among the rushing rain. The mask circled around for a moment then stopped and fell face down under the bed. The masked figure that attacked Wildan seemed to grin with a cruel look.

"Sir Anwar?" peekik Wildan can't believe it. The person who since yesterday felt most sincere and cared about Wildan in fact now wants to harm him. Even the old man's right hand looked tightly without a doubt grasping the folding knife.

"What does this mean? Why would Njengan want to harm me?" Wildan groped his shrunken neck from a cable tie. While his index finger still felt throbbing and paining. The index finger appears to be bent backward in an unnatural position.

"The money belongs to us. Where did you keep it?" ask Mr. Anwar. The usually soft and parched face now looks savage like a hungry lion.

"Huh? So this morning Njenengan went into this room just to find that useless old-fashioned money? Wh-wh-what for? What money is it exactly?" wildan. The pain was defeated by an unbearable curiosity.

"You don't need to know. You have nothing to do anyway. Just leave the money to me, then your life can be forgiven" replied Mr. Anwar. A smile on the corner of his lips.

"I'm not afraid of the Njenengan. It should be age conscious. That old body can't win against me. The opportunity to harm me was only when I was off guard" Wildan said as he stood up. His mind laughed unexpectedly would challenge a grandfather's fight.

"Ha ha ha. Don't jumawa, son. Not even your father would dare challenge me." Mr. Anwar chuckled, his laughter breaking. It sounded hoarse with its shoulders shaking.

Mr. Anwar without a row immediately approached Wildan. The old body is actually very agile. Wildan took a step back, avoiding the impact of the teacher. Mr. Anwar lowered his head and immediately made a foot-sweep motion.

Wildan dodged too late, his legs clashed with Pak Anwar's legs. Although the power is not too big, but Pak Anwar's attack is strong and measurable. Wildan fell without a fight. His right temple hit the floor of the rough textured cement quite hard.

Not yet Wildan complained, his left hand clamped and locked by Mr. Anwar. Both of Mr. Anwar's legs clamped down and forcibly pulled Wildan's hand. The nearly seventy-year-old grandfather felt extremely powerful. Wildan could not move feeling the pain at the base of his arm.

"Give me the 50 thousand olds, or I'll break your hands, boy!" snapped Mr. Anwar.

"Armghhh!" Wildan groaned in pain, still trying to rebel but free. His right hand was also powerless due to his broken index finger.

"I honestly don't want to hurt you. I just want that money. I looked for him in this room and didn't see him. I thought it was gone, but this afternoon you suddenly asked about the old money. I realize the money is on you now. Now leave it to me!" Mr. Anwar glared. His breathing is hard, age cannot be lied to. Although the old man was a martial arts expert, in fact now his stamina and muscles are no longer prime. But still Wildan who had never forged a body and did not know martial techniques was no match for Mr. Anwar.

"Let's give me that money!" Mr. Anwar twisted Wildan's arm.

"Arghhh! That money, it's in my room!" peekik Wildan's in pain.

"Show me!" mr. Anwar's orders loosen the lockdown.

"But the Genengan won't kill me, will he? If I give up the money," said Wildan.

"Much talk!" Mr. Anwar grabbed Wildan's left-hand pinky and turned it around.

Klaakk

"Armghhh!" Wildan again groaned in pain. Two fingers broken in one day.

"Scream as hard. No one will hear, "snouted Mr. Anwar.

"Your father told me. Since your mother's death she wanted to avoid people. He wants to forget everything by being alone here. He wants you to someday get a job in the city and leave your father here alone. That's ideals. Unfortunately, all that did not materialize, you even acted like trash. And now you have to deal with me. Uhhh!" Mr. Anwar shakes his head.

"What is your relationship with my father?" Wildan spoke, among his pain.

"We are clowns. We have promised not to disturb each other, but your Father seems to have lost his mind and is about to betray. He was once one of the leaders. Damnit damnit! Though I want my old age to no longer deal with the black world." Anwar sir sighed.

"Easy! Now show me where you keep the money!" snapped Mr. Anwar. His legs swung lightly and immediately hit Wildan's heart fur.

"Uhukk uhukkk!" Wildan vomited. His mouth feels bitter.

Mr. Anwar pulled Wildan's shirt collar and forced him to stand up. Wildan was dragged and forced to walk to his room.

"Quick, where's the money? Leave it to me!" sir Anwar's orders while glaring.

Wildan opened the closet slowly. He looked back to see Mr. Anwar standing behind him. Wildan lifted up his pile of clothes in the closet. He picked up a used motor gear, which used to be used for brawls during school.

As forcefully as Wildan turned around and swung the gear in his hand. Mr. Anwar managed to retreat one step, although the tip of his nose remained torn by the sabetan gear.

"Bad bastard!" Mr. Anwar swung his right leg, kicking Wildan's stomach down.

"My body is old. Slow movement. But experience and instincts kept me safe from fatal wounds" said Mr. Anwar holding his nose which was pouring a deep red liquid.

"A stubborn boy like you shouldn't be given a chance." Mr. Anwar wiped his nose with the end of his sleeve.

Mr. Anwar forcibly seized the gear in Wildan's hands and threw it away. His student looks helpless now. mercilessly Mr. Anwar pulled the collar of Wildan's shirt. While leaning against the closet, Wildan was forced to stand up.

"I honestly don't want to be like this. But what can I do. No matter how much I want to leave the dirty way of life, I still end up in a place full of mud. I enjoy my days teaching you about kindness. But now I'm gonna take your life. What irony," said Mr. Anwar lirih. The face full of anger and cruel that had been emanated earlier, now turned silent. The corner of the net is visible a clear water circle that is ready to drip and flow.

Wildan had resigned, his entire body was in pain. The corner of the heart mocked itself that lost a fight with the grandfathers over half a century old. But what to say, in fact even though Wildan's large mental height is very soft.

Mr. Anwar took a deep breath. He held the knife in his hand tightly. There was doubt in his trembling eyes, but there was no way to retreat.

Preangggl

The sound of breaking things sounded loud. Mr. Anwar staggered and fell to the floor. There was a female figure standing behind the grandfather in a soaked clothes.

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