12 Badoets
Wolongten

Rain often begins with fine spots that fall soaking up dry, dusty soil. When the smell of wet soil seeps in the air, then large grains hit the surface of the earth. Creates irregular noise but feels reassuring.

The clay roof of the house in the middle of the sugarcane plantation also did not escape the swiftness of the water droplets that rained down with the deafening sound of thunder. Some sugarcane trees were seen ducking when the powerless trunk supported the increasingly heavy wet green leaves. The sound of frogs is unpretentious without command, creating a boisterous twilight of many.

At the back of the house, the Plontos-headed Guards hurriedly entered the toilet. His stomach suddenly felt twisted. He closed the door with all his might, no matter if the plastic object was split or fell from its hinges.

In the narrow room, the Plontos-headed Guards were bathed in sweat. Although the rain creates frozen air, but the grains of sweat still dripped on the temple. The man's face was flushed with wrinkled lips and eyes bulged to a full round. Hands clenched tightly until trembling.

"Ohhh." The plontos-headed bodyguard let out a long sigh after his burden was released.

While in the interior of the house, the skinny Guards were laughing out loud until his small shoulders seemed to shake. Seeing someone else get hurt makes him excited. What a gil* man who was given a position by a golden watch.

Wildan held onto his scratched cheek. Vertical elongated wounds that are not too deep, but because it is in the part of the face that has many blood vessels, the red liquid dripped quite profusely. Wildan hissed feeling a stinging.

"Hmmm, you look even more handsome with that maroon red liquid on your face dear," said the skinny bodyguard grinning widely. His black eyes were slightly raised upwards.

"My master, my master, my boss told me not to finish you off. But how yes my hands are already itching right. Ahh, it feels like I want this pulse to peel off his skin and I sip every drop that comes out of it." The skinny bodyguard is getting weird. His hands seem to tremble.

"You know, I used to have a Father who was like an animal. Since childhood every mistake I made, will get a whipping prize all over this body. Even if it was just a small mistake. Wake up bad luck, at 4 pm do not shower immediately, this body will immediately get a whip," said the skinny guard, take off the buttons of his clothes one by one. When all the buttons are removed, old scars that form keloids protrude all over the chest and abdomen.

"Then, after all these years, the devil's behavior became known to people. My father was put in custody. And I was taken by Mr. Wito to a home that his wife took care of. In that home I could feel the warmth of the family. Mr. Wito's wife, to me, is a mother. The warm embrace I dreamed of, I never felt before. Because I never knew who and where my real mother was. And from then on I swore to serve my Master, Mr. Wito." The skinny guard continued his story in excitement.

"Unfortunately, my mother did not live long. Somehow the world is going. Good people are always taken early. After Mom's death, I saw my Master Mr. Wito, drowning himself in work. Then I will support him. Get rid of pebbles that can be a stumbling block. Including you!" snapped the skinny bodyguard while lifting a kick on Wildan's face.

Wildan. His injured leg was getting throbbing pain. Although he looked helpless, Wildan was actually storing energy. He circulated a glance, making sure the figure of the plontos-headed bodyguard was not around. Wildan thought it might be possible to defeat the skinny bodyguard if alone.

Skinny guards now switch Ika's hair. The woman was silent, resigned. His body was helpless. The skinny guard brought his face closer. I felt the breath of that beautiful woman.

"I thought it was dead. It seems to be still breathing. Although chaotic, you still look sweet and fragrant," said the skinny bodyguard.

Ika's lips look moving. It was as if he was saying something, but his voice did not come out.

"Huh? By what?" ask the skinny guard curiously. He brought the ear to the front of Ika's lips. Unexpectedly, Ika quickly opened her mouth and bit the skinny Guards earlobe with all her might until it broke off the tip. Ika then spat out that small piece of soft meat.

"Fuckin' lady*n!" hideous bodyguard. He was preparing to swing his legs. Unfortunately from behind a kick a sweep from Wildan right hit the shin. The skinny bodyguard slammed and fell to the floor with the head first. The skinny bodyguard fainted instantly.

Wildan hurriedly picked up the folding knife that had fallen on the floor. Then he helped me wake up.

"Take off your shirt" Wildan said. Although Ika did not understand Wildan's purpose, but he still obeyed.

Ika took off her clothes made of thick cotton cloth. Now, she was only wearing a white lacy bra. The woman's smooth skin was wet with sweat. Wildan was distracted looking at the charm of the former. However, men's eyes are very easy to focus on beautiful things.

"When do you want to look at it? My body is stretched, not like it used to be when I was with you," Ika snapped a little annoyed. He thrust his shirt at Wildan.

"Oh yeah, last time I saw I thought it was still the same. Equally beautiful" said Wildan. He grabbed Ika's shirt and immediately tore it into two pieces with a folding knife.

Wildan tied the legs and hands of a skinny bodyguard using a torn Ika shirt. After making sure the bond was strong, Wildan checked the pockets of the skinny bodyguard's shirt and pants. Honey, he didn't find what he was looking for.

"There's a car outside. But the key is not there. Maybe brought in another bodyguard. We have to take it" Wildan said.

Wildan stood up and took off his shirt, showing a fairly muscular body despite rarely exercising. He gave his butut t-shirt to Ika.

"Wear it, so as not to get cold. I'm wearing your shirt to tie the jerky up because I think the material is thicker and stronger than my thin shirt like a tofu strainer" Wildan explained. Ika blushed and nodded.

"You stay here. I'll try to do something." Wildan dragged his feet, about to step towards the back room. Ika suddenly grabbed Wildan's arm.

"Be careful," Ika muttered. Wildan nodded and rubbed the back of Ika's hand.

Wildan walked slowly into the back room. The sound of rainwater hitting the roof of the house is increasingly heard loud. Cold air immediately hit Wildan's upper body without a thread wrapped around it.

Shivering Wildan looked at the bathroom. And found the toilet door shut tight. There was also a false whistling sound from the toilet room. Wildan believes the plontos-headed bodyguard is shitting.

Wildan circulated the view, looking for objects that could be used as weapons. The small folding knife in his hand felt less useful against a big opponent and martial arts. Wildan was afraid of even becoming a weapon to eat master later.

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