12 Badoets
Telu Wolongpuluh

The black luxury sedan car drove slowly in the middle of the sugarcane plantation. Although the road is quiet, not even a single vehicle passing by except the luxury car, still the driver did not increase speed. The back glass was left open revealing white hair and a boxy face with a firm and authoritative expression.

Mr. Wito pondered while enjoying the breeze of a cloudy afternoon. Even at the foot of the hill was seen several times lightning struck, licking the black sky. Every now and then the old man sighed. The ferocious guard with a scar on the cheek sitting next to the driver looked a little riled up watching his employer.

"Do I look less calm?" ask Mr. Wito.

"Emm, honestly yes boss. He looked agitated, " replied the bodyguard.

"The job of a parent is to support the dreams of their child. And my only son is now trying to achieve his dream. But my mistakes in the past can be a stumbling block that makes my son fall. Sometimes when these eyes are about to close I regret having participated in the 91 case. Had I not participated, maybe at this time I could focus on supporting my son," said Mr. Wito as if he was talking to himself.

"Sorry Boss, isn't what Genengan is achieving right now thanks to the boss taking part in the case?" guard with scars on the face. Either he got the courage from where to debate his master.

"Yes you're right. At that moment, all the higher-ups, the upper classes wanted Sumiran to disappear. I was promised a good place and career. Life is only for the brave. Yen wedi ojo. Yen wani ojo wedi-wedi," said Mr. Wito smiled wryly.

The car kept going. There were only sugarcane plants as far as the netra looked. The vast land that looks less managed is all owned by Mr. Wito. Despite having everything, the golden watch still has not found its inner peace.

"Kusasan where it all started" said Mr. Wito in the middle of his daydream.

"Sorry Boss, pripun?" ask the bodyguard.

"I remember Umar's will which his son had spoken. I keep it where it all started. Do you guys have any ideas, you mean the will?" Mr. Wito asked back.

"Maybe as Njengan said earlier Boss. The place where it all started was the home of the robbery," the bodyguard replied convincingly. Mr. Wito was silent not to say, but his face showed dissatisfaction.

"After all, the Boss doesn't have to worry too much. That secret had been buried decades ago Boss. And I'm sure it will forever remain buried in its place" the bodyguard continued.

"You know, I can achieve success like I am today because of what? It's not just about hard work. But also because I never solved every problem. I try to keep my wheel rotation from stumbling even though it is only a small pebble" explained Mr. Wito.

At the same time suddenly the luxury car that Mr. Wito rode by was. The driver hurriedly stepped on the brake pedal and pulled over.

"Damn it! Wh why? What's up?" ask Mr. Wito annoyed. The driver looked out.

"Well there's a rock in the middle of the road, boss. Forgive me for not paying attention to the road" replied the chauffeur terrified.

"Stupid! Your job is to see the road. Don't daydream!" The bodyguard with a scar on his face hit the driver on the head.

"It's not a good sign" murmured Mr. Wito. He stroked his chin with his whitened beard fur. When the car returned to move, Mr. Wito remembered something.

"Don't go home yet! We go to the place of the one who might understand the will of Umar," ordered Mr. Wito.

"Where's boss?" ask the driver and the bodyguard at the same time. Both look curious.

"Warung pecel Mak Lastri," replied Mr. Wito briefly.

"Ohh boss is hungry to," the driver continued.

"Yourselves!" once again the bodyguard slapped his slap into the driver's bald head.

Meanwhile Nilla and Rio were still standing beside Angga's car. As Rio tried to pull the back door, it turned out to be unlocked. Now, Rio and Nilla can clearly see Mr. Burhan who has difficulty moving his limbs.

"Whose father?" asked Rio kindly.

"This car really belongs to Bang Angga right?" sergeant Nilla.

"Are you Den Angga?" Mr. Burhan is getting confused.

"He called Angga Den." Rio looked at Nilla questioningly.

"Wes mbuh is. Dizziness me. The point is Angga and Angel are inside right sir?" ask Nilla impatiently. Mr. Burhan just nodded.

"Rio, you wait here. Let me go into that house," said Nilla. Without waiting for a response, the woman ran around leaving Rio with Pak Burhan.

"Lhah, I was left behind," Rio muttered in a head-scarf.

"Are you Den Angga?" ask Mr. Burhan after Nilla leaves.

"I don't understand it, sir. I was a friend of that girl. Well the girl's brother the girl who was with Angga. So, they are. .emmm, how are they. I'm getting dizzy." Rio tried to explain but ended up feeling confused himself.

"Angel's sister?" Mr. Burhan frowned. Rio nodded quickly.

"That means the girl was Bu Seruni's son?" Mr. Burhan asked once more.

"Waahh, I don't know her mother's name is Nilla sir." Rio scratched his head.

"Oh yes Sir. My name is Rio. Whose father?" Rio was about to shake hands. But Mr. Burhan didn't reply.

"I'm Burhan. I used to be the guardian of Den Angga's house. Sorry, I have trouble moving" Mr. Burhan said.

"Well, why father? It hurt?" Rio was getting more astonished.

Mr. Burhan shook his head slowly. He refused to tell. Mr. Burhan felt that what was happening now was a punishment for his sins in the past. So, he intends to resign and follow the will of Angga.

The sound of a car pulling over. Rio's not paying much attention. Suddenly, his shoulder was patted from behind. A foreign woman stood behind Rio. Her bright red hair seemed to match a pretty oval face.

"Angel and Nilla's friends, right?" Greet the woman with a smile. Rio was silent to notice then nodded slowly.

"My name is Inca Mas. I'm usually the one who helps Angel and Nilla to find the people involved with case 91."

"Oh yeah? Angel never told me about you. How do you know we're here?" rio asked full of probes.

"Oh I was following you and Nilla. We often move apart. Who is this father, by the way?" The Inca pointed to Mr. Burhan who was sitting in the car.

"He's Mr. Burhan. I also don't understand. He said he used to be the guardian of Angga's house, Angel's brother," Rio replied.

"Sir Burhan?" Inka frowned. His voice sounded shrill, as if he was intentionally shouting.

Rio was still paying attention to the Inca. Rio is quite familiar with Angel. To his knowledge Angel does not have friends like women with thick makeup.

Without Rio noticing, a jack lock hit his head from behind. Rio staggered and collapsed onto the pavement without a fight. His sight began to blur. And the back of his head was cold with a pungent smell of carnation. The sticky and watery sensation Rio felt flowed down his face lying face on the pavement. In the end, the hotel leadership lost consciousness.

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