12 Badoets
Countess Wolu

House in the middle of a sugar cane field. The old house is not too big with a tile full of dark green moss. At first glance the house looks uninhabited, but in fact there are two black cars in the front yard. One box car and another luxury sedan car.

In the front room, Wildan is seen trying to stand on his knees. His injured leg trembled in pain. While Ika in the corner of the room, grabbed her hair by the bodyguard of the Golden Watch. The plontos-headed man grinned gleefully dragging the limp Ika almost to lose consciousness.

"Hey! Stop jerk!" wildan Bent. Breath hunting.

The plontos-headed guard didn't bully Wildan. He kept dragging Ika and half threw her in front of the golden watch.

"That's enough. I'll answer all your questions. I will obey all your will" said Wildan bowed. He almost begs for mercy. Wildan couldn't bear to see Ika. The woman's long hair was plucked out by a fist as it was dragged by the plontos-headed bodyguard.

"You know, son, this world belongs to people who take risks. I stick to that principle. Maybe for some people what I did was dirty, but for me it was all a form of courage that had to be taken" said the golden watch sipping a cigar in its right hand.

"I've had all the dreams. And as a parent, I'm obligated to help my son achieve his dreams. So, I won't let a speck of black stains that will litter the path my son takes" continued the golden watch.

"Now tell me, why are you after the clowns? Why are you helping* everyone involved in case 91? Did you do it because you obeyed the will of Umar your father?" cecar The golden watch with his question.

"I didn't do it. I didn't hurt anyone" Wildan argued quickly.

"Huh? You deny it? But the police clearly make you a suspect, boy! Don't lie to me!" snapped Gold watch.

"I could swear. I just wanted to help a friend find the Clowns" Wildan replied.

Mr. Wito, the Golden Watch is watching Wildan closely. The old man was judging whether Wildan was lying or telling the truth. The experience of a dozen years ago as an interrogation officer made him know very well, the gestures of a lying person. And now from the looks of it, Wildan is not lying.

"Help a friend looking for clowns? What's for?" asked Mr. Wito with a frown.

"Finding Ma'am Melati" Wildan replied briefly.

Mr. Wito was stunned to hear a name called Wildan. A name that has not been heard for a long time. Mr. Wito remembered the past. Beautiful woman who became the idol of all people. The figure of 'expensive' prima donna of men in his era.

"Searching for Jasmine? Who's your friend?" ask Mr. Wito full of investigation.

"He is the son of Mr. Sumiran, the rich businessman you robbed" Wildan replied quickly.

"Female? And maybe also the son of Seruni," muttered Mr. Wito. He stroked his whitened beard.

"Ha ha ha ha," suddenly Pak Wito's laughter broke out. That hoarse voice sounded jarring.

"It's funny this life. Did you accidentally meet and join Melati's son? Ha ha ha, destiny is really toying with everyone," said Mr. Wito still with a laugh.

"He he he. Boy, just so you know that Ibukmu the Rumiarti is a friend and co-worker of Melati," explained Mr. Wito.

"You know what your mom and Jasmine do?" Mr. Wito asked back. Wildan shook his head slowly.

"They are women 'calls'. And you are not the flesh of Umar" said Mr. Wito. His facial expression looks annoying.

Wildan was shocked. He still refused to believe the words of Mr. Wito.

"Umar is in love with Rumiarti. He married your mother when you were a few months old" continued Mr. Wito.

"Don't lie, goddamn it! You old jackass!" Wildan lost control of his emotions. The plontos-headed guard quickly swung his right leg. Luckily Wildan had crossed hands, so that the hard kick did not hit the face. However, Wildan remained bounced and fell down.

"But Umar really loves you. The child who is not clear of his origin, sickly, in fact he still takes care of wholeheartedly. Even the robbery happened and one of the catalysts was you. You got cataracts when you were a baby. I also slightly forgot, basically according to Umar's words, both eyes are cloudy because of the buildup of protein. Umar needed an operating fee, and he came to Sumiran's place to borrow some money. But Sumiran refused to help. That's how in the end the robbery happened" explained Mr. Wito with a grin. Wildan just fell silent.

"Hmmm, let's go back to the original topic. If you're not the one who helped* the clowns, then who?" ask Mr. Wito. This time his voice was calm, as if the question was for himself.

"It's more complicated than I thought. Well I'll investigate it myself." Mr. Wito looks doubtful. Answering his own questions while mangosteen.

"One more boy. Tell me where your father is keeping the stuff from case 91. Money 50 thousand special serial numbers. He hanged himself with evidence of a robbery. You dick!" sumpat Pak Wito is upset.

Wildan remained silent. Mr. Wito stood up from his seat and walked closer to Wildan. The old man then patted Wildan on the cheek, resuscitating him from the daydream.

"You know, my son is now a strong candidate for the leader of this city. My family and I cannot have any scandals or problems. The problem is your father kept some items that could be evidence of the 91 case. At that time, I asked Anwar to search your house, but he failed. Now tell me, where did Umar keep it? I'm pretty sure your father left a clue" asked Mr. Wito once again.

"I'll tell you. But promise me first that you will let go of Ika" Wildan said.

"No bargaining, son. Tell me or . . ." Mr. Wito smiled. The right foot with shiny black pantofel shoes is placed directly above the head of the Ika. The woman sobbed. Wildan really felt like a failure and a ruin. Come to the opponent's place just to be moon-monthly material.

"In his will, Father wrote a sentence 'Kusankan where all this began. See you in hell'. That's all," replied Wildan resignedly.

"Ha ha ha. I think the will is for me, boy. He took me to hell. Well, it was at the end of his life that my father and I met often. I begged him well. I asked for those things. But Umar was not sane. He came to the police station, told me about case 91. I think again after Rumiarti died, Umar his brain was already short. Such is his love for the woman 'call'," said Mr. Wito while shaking his head.

"Why after Mom died, you said it was all Sumiran's fault? What exactly is your relationship? What is your relationship with Mr, with Sumiran, Ibuk and also Bu Melati?" wildan shouted suddenly. Curiosity is unbearable. His head seemed to want to break from earlier thinking about the puzzle of the past that does not look the base and tip.

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