12 Badoets
Countess Songo

"Before I answer your question, I want to give you an easy guess" said Mr. Wito, grinning widely. Sometimes he saw a golden watch in his left hand.

"How can a man who has nothing turn into a wealthy businessman in less than five years?" Mr. Wito continued to smile, toying with Wildan.

"I don't know. Don't play me with your words, Old Man," interrupted Wildan in annoyance.

"Ha ha ha, you don't know because it looks like you're living a life like shit. Hmmm, every effort requires what is called capital. After there is capital, you also need relationships so that your business marketing and promotion run faster. Especially in the 80s there was no technology like now" explained Mr. Wito. Wildan who is not too clever especially at this time his concentration is divided because of the pain in his legs, only able to frown do not understand.

"Don't make me dizzy" Wildan said briefly.

"Where did Sumiran get big capital for his leather shoes business? How does he do marketing so that the upper class knows his product?" Mr. Wito asked again.

"The victims were Melati and Rumiarti, your mother. The women were pawns of Sumiran. Dark efforts that became the beginning of his success," continued Mr. Wito.

Wildan was silent this time. He began to be able to catch the meaning of the words of Mr. Wito.

"Boy, your father and Sumiran used to have a dark past. His job tricked the village girls into being 'assets'. Si Umar quit the job when he fell in love with Rumiarti. At that time Rumiarti had a sickly baby at the age of a few months. The heart is a mystery. How a human being who has a dark heart, suddenly has empathy, pity, and finally falls in love. Umar took Rumiarti away when Sumiran arrived at its glory. Umar still considers Sumiran a friend, but it does not apply otherwise. Sumiran ignored Umar who needed the cost to care for Rumiarti's sickly baby." Mr. Wito sighed. His eyes were far away, remembering the past.

"Then why did Umar blame Sumiran for the death of Rumiarti, your mother? Sumiran was gone by then. The answer is because the dark business is already huge. The influence of Sumiran in the 90s was very large in this city. When Sumiran died, his men spread out and looked for the person responsible. His target is his young missing wife named Melati. Unfortunately Melati is more ingenious, she asks for a new identity. The new life. Finally, Sumiran's remaining men were looking for Rumiarti, a person close to Melati. The woman who was previously also an 'asset' belonged to Sumiran. Your mother was killed at the time. Your father is unable to do anything. Regret, and wail until the age of twilight. Depressing. Hush." Mr. Wito pushed Ika's body with his right leg.

"Suck!" wildan shouted trying to stand up ignoring the pain in his legs. Unfortunately the feet of the guard with the head of the plontos again swung and hit Wildan's body. This time it hit his open chest. Wildan fell back down.

"If your father had not kept anything that could have been evidence of Case 91, I would not have disturbed you either. In his will, Umar says keep it where it all began. What comes to mind when you read it, boy?" ask Mr. Wito to Wildan who is still complaining of pain.

"Isn't that clear. It all started when the robbery was done, didn't it? That is, you keep everything in the place of robbery, namely the house of Sumiran," replied Wildan. He spit several times.

"Lumayan is also your way of thinking. Unfortunately, the house has been converted into an office now. I recommended it first. If it is true, it means that all the evidence has been buried under the office. Hmmm, I don't think there's anything I need to worry about right now" said Mr. Wito, grinning widely.

"Well, it's time for me to go. I'd like to take my son to a team and associates ready to succeed his candidacy." Mr. Wito glanced at his golden watch. He stood up and threw away the cigar that was still half-burned.

"Didn't you promise to let us go? At least let go of Ika! He doesn't know anything about any of this! I've answered all your questions, too. Don't break Old Man's promise!" Wildan shouted out loud. I wish my voice would be heard by someone else out there.

In front of the car, a skinny bodyguard greeted Mr. Wito. He leaned over and immediately opened the car door. Mr. Wito paused for a moment in front of the skinny bodyguard.

"I'm picking them up. You can do anything, but let it live. Don't forget to feed the proper. Youunderstand?" Mr. Wito glared sharply.

"Understand boss." The skinny bodyguard leaned deeper.

After the departure of Mr. Wito, skinny bodyguards entered the house. Ika looked motionless, but her chest up and down showed the woman was still breathing. Wildan dragged his body closer to Ika. While the guard-headed plontos stood cross-legged in the corner of the room.

"Well, Ika?" Wildan shook Ika's shoulder, making sure her ex-lover was still alive.

"Take it easy, he's still breathing" said the skinny bodyguard picking up a cigar on the floor, the former property of his employer. Expensive cigars are a pity if thrown away. It still burns half of it.

"Detach us. If you let go, I promise I won't divulge anything that happens here" Wildan pleaded. He's holding the skinny guard's leg.

"Among all the bodyguards owned by Mr. Wito, I was the one who looked the weakest, thin and not good at fighting. However, I am the one who is called the right hand of Mr. Wito. Do you know why?" The skinny bodyguard crouched down to look at Wildan.

"It's all because I'm the cruelest, and I like to torture people who are on the other side. Even the other bodyguards who were bigger than me were lazy to get close to me. Every time I see fresh red liquid dripping from my opponent's skin, this chest feels pounding" said the skinny bodyguard. He smiled as he reached into the back pocket of his pants.

"Like this.. ." The skinny guard suddenly scratched the shiny sharp object in his hand right on Wildan's left cheek. His movements are very fast. Even Wildan had not had a chance to blink, a gaping wound on his cheek. The red liquid seeped out making Wildan scream in pain.

"It's so pretty" said the skinny bodyguard looking at the red liquid that was stuck at the tip of the sharp weapon in his hand.

The plontos-headed bodyguard bobbed his head watching the torture in plain sight.

"I'm going out. Find the wind" said the guard-headed plontos suddenly.

"It's true. My co-workers just don't see my behavior like this." The skinny bodyguard chuckled.

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