12 Badoets
Pitu Tenth

The air feels very cold. The wind blows quite tight through the ventilation hole that is not too wide. There was the sound of bamboo trees crackling together signifying the place was far from urban. Several times the chirping of wild birds also sounded loud.

"Even the hen will look for her child when dusk arrives. But, the woman to say goodbye just does not want to. Like I'm not his flesh and blood. My purpose in life is just to look for it. I still call her Mother" Angga said with teary eyes.

"Now answer me Mr. Burhan. Where is Ms Melati?"

"I've checked all the files in the office about the 91 case, but there's not a single clue to Mom's whereabouts" Angga continued.

"You will not find it by the name of Melati" said Mr. Burhan lirih.

Angga squinted, there were many questions in the man's mind.

"Bu Melati changed her identity. As far as I know he wants to be detached from all things related to Mr. Sumiran," continued Mr. Burhan.

"So, you're alive?" angga.

"Yes, I think he is quite healthy despite his old age" said Mr. Burhan.

Angga sitting limp. There was a feeling of relief in the heart of the man. Angga was worried and anxious when his mother was gone.

"Looking at your reaction, it looks like you were able to suspect that Bu Melati is dead. In reality, he is still healthy. He lived a quiet life, lived the days he dreamed of long ago." Mr. Burhan sighed.

"Bring me to him. Take me to Mother" said Angga lirih. His voice sounded trembling and pleading. A voice that made Mr. Burhan think of the past. How the five-year-old walked in a world full of pain looking for the Mother.

The sound of a motor approaching. Angga immediately stood up and left Mr. Burhan. Angga was waiting for someone earlier. A little in a hurry, he opened the front door.

In the bright sunlight, a woman with a blackened face of charcoal marks stood firm. The smooth skin appears to be full of scratches, with a burning shirt sleeve at the end. Although it looks exhausted, but the look in the eyes of the woman is still sharp piercing.

Angel smiled a glance at Angga who stood up in welcome. He was wagging his hair full of black dust.

"Nilla is looking for you" Angga said briefly.

"Originally you know, clown number 3 is troublesome. A crazy old man," said Angel ignored the speech Angga.

"So some bad news, damn it. Grandpa died in the house on the hill. You finished him?" tanya Angga full of search.

"No. He bun*h himself. Grandpa was not sane. He doesn't know where Mom is. She just said Mom was Clown number 12. Do you believe that? Old man Suryono is already fat!" lamented Angel.

"That's true," said Angga smiling wryly.

"Huh? Why would you rob your own husband? Your brain's following the Bang?" refute Angel.

"Where the hell? What do you mean Bang?" ask Angel curious.

"In the house I took Clown number 11 hostage, Burhan his name. Home security in the year 91. You've never met him. If I, though my memory is vague but I can still recognize it. He knows where Mom is." Angga patted his palm. Black dust flying in the air. Angel sneezed a few times.

"Why not just ask for the number 11 explanation if he knows everything?" ask Angel again.

"Didn't you want to hear the explanation from Mom? The man we've been looking for all this time. He's the one who owes us an explanation, an apology to his children. Not the Clowns," Angga argued.

"Now enter. Shower and change your clothes. After that we immediately set off," Orders Angga turned his body and walked into the house.

Angel took a breath. He could only comply with his brother's request. Angel looked around. A house belonging to Angga which is quite magnificent. It is in the middle of a forest with many bamboo plants around. A suitable place inhabited by people who close their eyes to the future and fixated on completing everything from the past. With a giant step, Angel also followed into the house.

Before going to the bathroom, Angel saw first the hostage that was told by Angga. Old man left lying in room. Angel was surprised, why the man was not tied by Angga.

"Hoe Bang, why don't you tie the old man up?" Angel yelled at Angga who was taking drinking water in the kitchen.

"He won't run away. At first I injected total anesthesia until he was unconscious. Well, I was also injecting a regional anesthetic. So he's conscious but there's no way he can move for the next few hours. Moreover, his age is that old," said Angga relaxed.

"You? The baby's son, Miss Melati?" mr. Burhan asked Angel suddenly.

Angel did not answer. He left Mr. Burhan who looked curious. Angel is heading to the bathroom. Now, Angga who went back into the room and squatted in front of Mr. Burhan.

"I'll let you go after this is over, sir. As long as you show me where I live now," Angga said grinningly.

"If that's all you want, why don't you just ask Den Angga? Why kidnap and even drugging me like this? I don't mind delivering to your mother, anyway" said Mr. Burhan.

"Well at first I wasn't sure Mom was alive. There is little suspicion that the Clowns have killed Mother, as happened to Mr. Sumiran. And if that's the case, then I guess I'll finish you off as a form of revenge" Angga replied casually, as if Mr. Burhan's life were worthless before him. The soul is filled with the past. He lost love, and his heart because his whole life was used to seek answers to past tragedies.

"So you took out the Clowns for a misunderstanding? Assume we've eliminated your mother?" ask Mr. Burhan again.

"Didn't you ask that, sir? Have you started getting senile due to drugs I inject repeatedly? I say once again, it's not me and my sisters who have helped* you!" angga replied a little. Mr. Burhan did not see any lies from Angga's remarks.

"Then who's after us?" burhan asked with an increasingly wrinkled forehead.

By then, Angel was done from the bathroom. The woman now looks clean wearing a white t-shirt and jeans with holes in both knees. Some scratches on his arm have also been plastered.

"We're leaving now" Angga told Angel. Then he grabbed Mr. Burhan's hand a little rough. The helpless old man was then picked up by Angga. Angel is behind. They walked towards the car parked in the front yard with wet soil from last night's rain.

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