12 Badoets
Limo Wolongpuluh

Bruuuootttttttt

A strange, loud sound was heard from inside the toilet room. Following the disturbing aroma wafted among the scent of wet soil. The rain is getting heavier, the cold air is becoming more and more.

Wildan shook his left hand in front of his nose. While the middle right hand raised a ceramic jar the size of a head. The urn looks expensive even though the whole part is covered in thick dust and some sticky cobwebs. Wildan placed it slowly in front of the toilet room door.

The wall of the toilet room is about 2.5 meters high. At the top has a wide enough distance with wooden buffer tile. Wildan then lifted the wooden chair in the kitchen and leaned it against the wall of the toilet.

Wildan climbed up the chair, hoping the toilet cubicle was not plavon-mounted. He put his body between the wall and the roof support wood. When looking down, a plontos-headed bodyguard was whistling over a dark blue squat toilet.

Slowly, Wildan got off the chair. The estimate is correct, there is no plavon in the toilet room. He smiled with satisfaction. Wildan sat down for a moment to take a breath. His injured leg was throbbing again. The calf part of his pants looks wet with red liquid.

While enduring the pain Wildan lifted the urn and went back up the chair. He raised the jar using both hands above his head. Then Wildan swung the jar slowly. He made sure the direction of his throw would be on target.

In Wildan's heart count down from the number 3. And when the count reached number 1 he swung and threw the jar with all his might.

Preangggl

"Headshots!" wildan shouted excitedly.

The jar hit the head of the plontos-headed guard. Along with the sound of the brot at the bottom, the plontos-headed bodyguard crumpled to the wet toilet floor. The ferocious man fainted with the position of his face kissing the floor.

Wildan hurriedly got off the chair. And push the toilet cubicle door with his shoulder. Its power is not how much makes the door difficult to break down. After repeating it more than 3 times then the door made of plastic was released from the lock grendel.

Plontos-headed guards appear prone with ***** facing the ceiling. An unpleasant smell lingered in the air but was ignored by Wildan. He immediately checked the pocket of the plontos-headed bodyguard's pants and found the car key with the D emblem on the base. The symbol of D symbolizes the car brand that is Hatsu.

Wildan took the key and walked back to the front room. His footsteps were shuffled because of the pain. Arriving in the front room, he saw Ika just turned off the phone.

"I got the key. Who'd you call? Your husband?" ask Wildan. Ika shook her head quickly.

"I am in the process of separating from my husband" Ika replied briefly. Wildan pensively. Ika too. The atmosphere became silent.15 seconds passed in vain.

"I tried to call Dad. But not lifted," continued Ika, expelling silence.

"We'd better get out of this place. I'll take you to the nearest clinic" Wildan said. Ika nodded in agreement. They walked side by side towards the black box car without the license plate parked in the front yard.

It's raining hard. Arriving in the car, Wildan and Ika look soaked. Wildan shivered in the cold from not wearing a shirt.

"You're shivering" said Ika feeling guilty. Because he's the one wearing Wildan's shirt.

"No pa-pa" replied Wildan briefly. He started the car.

"By the way, I can't drive" Wildan said. Ika glared annoyed.

"But I used to ride a motorbike that had a clutch. I think it can. If you want to pull back the gear lever pulled backwards right?" ask Wildan hesitating.

Wildan did not say. He concentrated on moving the car backwards. With his knowledge, Wildan managed to drive a 4-wheeled vehicle. Slowly the car then moved forward. Slightly nod at the beginning, but then feel calmer.

"Take a slow walk, immediately call the police call center Ka. Report our current location, also the address of the house where we were held," Wildan said while looking for a lever to move the wipers.

Ika nodded in agreement. And immediately contact the police call center. After the phone was picked up Ika immediately explained the details of the fateful incident that had happened to him. Wildan concentrated on the road ahead of him. Sometimes he stepped on the gas pedal deeper. Trying to increase the speed, but at the same time the front wheel hit the hole. Ika was a little worried about the way his ex was driving.

Lucky the streets were quiet this time. The rain seemed to make people reluctant to leave the house. Wildan could free his self-taught driving course. Fifteen minutes later, Wildan had reached the court of a puskesmas. Wildan parked the black box car carelessly, across the middle of the parking lot that is not too wide.

"I'll probably be arrested and taken to the police station later" Wildan said after turning off the engine.

"But you already know everything Ka. I'm not a criminal. Only the unlucky ones are in the pit of crime" Wildan continued.

"I'll defend you Wil. I will testify later" Ika said.

"My opponent is not a random person. The person who kidnapped you earlier was an upper class. You don't have to do anything for me. I'm sorry I ended up getting you into this mess." Wildan looked at Ika's face. His eyes are shaking. He was tired of running. Wildan wants to just quit. Let his life be tomorrow behind bars, he doesn't care anymore.

"Maybe to others, even to my Father you are the source of Wil's troubles. But in my eyes you are a responsible man. You're a good man. Nothing is perfect in this world. Kindness makes you special in today's lives that look at the degree of matter" Ika said, returning Wildan's gaze.

At the same time, Adi was sitting casually at the guard post of Mr. Wito's house. It had been several hours, but there was no sign of the gold watch collector coming home. Adi observed the magnificent house glittering in front of him. If the year 91 is said that Sumiran is the richest person, then at this time it is not wrong if Mr. Wito who bears the title.

"Om, Pak Wito's company a lot huh? I really want to be like him," said Adi opened a chat with the housekeeper.

"Yes a lot. The restaurants are in every district. Maybe the pension was untouched" the housekeeper replied. The man in the thick mustache was busy flipping through the newspaper yesterday morning.

"Not to mention his son's amazing pinter huh." Adi continued his chat.

"But the Boss is sorry for the truth" said the housekeeper.

"Why?" Adi scrunched his forehead.

"Since Madam's not around, so rarely seen a smile. His life is for business." The housekeeper sighed.

"No more marriage?"

"Eitherway. If you say the guard friends the boss has a close friend. Women of her age may. It used to be said that it was also the prima donna of the entire district city."

"Who's om?" ask Adi curious. Chat feels flowing, without realizing it is actually Adi is scraping information from the housekeeper.

"Name Sulastri. Who sells pecel rice behind the police station," replied the house guard. Adi mangosteen.

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