12 Badoets
Songo

The flower vase is scattered. Mr. Anwar staggered and finally fell to the floor with his back head that seemed to drip a thick red liquid. Wildan had closed his eyes, thinking the folding knife in the hand of Mr. Anwar had hit his body.

Now in front of Wildan stood a beautiful woman with long hair in a ponytail. Wildan didn't recognize him. The woman was wearing a black leather jacket that looked slightly wet, also carrying a butut backpack on her shoulder. Tight jeans with a tear in the knee further add to the impression of the woman is tomboyish and strong.

"Who are you?" ask Wildan. Fear made his throat choked.

"Help me lift this grandpa to the chair. He also has to be tied up so that when he wakes up he will not attack you again" said the foreign woman gave the order.

"But my two fingers are broken. I don't have the energy" Wildan complained.

"Based on useless men!" snapped stranger woman. Then he dragged Mr. Anwar into the living room. Lifting the old man's body to the chair with great difficulty.

Wildan walked slowly closer while watching the foreign woman from head to toe. Wildan was sure he had never met the woman before.

"Where's rope? Don't just talk!" the woman's song again snapped.

Wildan gasped and immediately ran into the kitchen. He took the rope from a used tire rubber stashed next to an empty refill gas tube. The pain on his finger was forgotten when he got a knock from the foreign woman.

Wildan hurriedly returned to the living room handing the rope to the foreign woman. Skillfully and deftly the foreign woman bound Mr. Anwar. He smiled with relief afterwards.

"I'm Angel. Angelica Sukma Santoso" said the foreign woman introduced herself.

Wildan was silent. He was still trying to remember, maybe he had met the Angel somewhere. Because it is impossible if suddenly appeared a foreign helper angel that Wildan does not recognize.

"Hey! Where's your manners? Introduce yourself too dong!" protest Angel.

"Huh? So we've never met before?" ask Wildan to feel weird.

"Yes not yet," said Angel quickly.

"Then, how did you get here? Why are you helping me?" Wildan still continued to observe the foreign woman named Angel.

"You're a boy but your chatty mouth is like my grandmother's." Angel sneering.

"Do you have gauze or cotton and tape?" ask Angel later.

Wildan who had just been quiet, now seemed hypnotized. He walked into the room to pick up the things Angel asked for.

"Now sit down!" again, Angel gave the order. And for the umpteenth time Wildan complied.

Angel took Wildan's hand. Look at the broken index and pinky fingers. Then he nodded with a smile.

"Wait a minute. What do you want?" ask Wildan curious.

"It's gonna hurt a little. Hold it, yes" said Angel still with a grin in her mouth.

"Ehhh ehh, what the fuck?" Wildan was about to let go of Angel's hand. But it's all too late. As quickly as lightning Angel pulled Wildan's broken index finger without a cue.

Klaakk

The sound of the index finger segment returning to its original position sounded loud.

"Arrghhh. Hcn*k!" as if Wildan is restrained. He felt pain and pain in his fingers.

Angel just smiled, and this time pulled Wildan's little finger back without excuse. Wildan once again shouted and cursed. Angel doesn't care. He painstakingly wrapped Wildan's broken fingers back into the position he was supposed to use cotton and tied them tightly using tape.

"It is possible not to move your fingers that are broken, in order to recover immediately," said Angel.

Wildan took a breath and exhaled slowly. He had almost lost consciousness due to the unbearable pain. In his heart he cursed the woman before him. But after a while Wildan realized his broken fingers were now less painful. No more throbbing sensations that felt excruciating.

"Now it's comfortable, right?" Angel smiled mockingly.

"You asked me why I came to help? The answer. . . accidentally," said Angel turned his eyes to Mr. Anwar who was still unconscious.

"Huh?" Wildan was surprised to hear Angel's words.

"Hah heh heh heh. For days I watched Mr. Anwar. Until finally tonight he acted strangely, settling in the rain. He led me to this house. Unknownya you almost made minced meat," explained Angel.

"I was just watching from outside the house. Especially when I see that the one who has a house is still young. I don't think it's possible to lose a fight with old grandparents. Eehhhh, actually lost. I had to step in" continued Angel half-mockingly.

"He's a martial artist" Wildan argued, pointing at Mr. Anwar.

"Ha ha ha, yes yes I believe. In addition to the factor he is a martial artist, his opponent was a young man 'mendho' kayak you." Angel still makes fun of him. Wildan was unable to reply, because what Angel said was true. In Wildan's heart it is still hard to believe that he was beaten by a man over half a century old. Stamina and energy explained Wildan above Mr. Anwar. But in fact, Wildan did not dwell at all in front of the old grandfather.

"Hey, why are you watching Mr Anwar?" wildan asked, stopping Angel's ridicule, who was still laughing loudly.

"Ohhh about that. . . because of this thing." Angel took the backpack off her shoulder. He pulled out a mask from the bag. Clown mask with a 7 on his forehead.

"Clown mask number 7?" Wildan was shocked.

"Pak Anwar is the number 6 clown. And I'm sure you have something to do with all this, too" Angel stared intently at Wildan.

"There's no way Mr. Anwar would risk his comfortable old age to finish you off if you had nothing to do with this clown mask mess?" urged Angel.

"I don't understand either. My father has gone. Just a letter he left. I thought my Father was Clown number 2" Wildan replied hesitantly.

"May I see that letter from your father?" ask Angel.

"No. I can't trust you yet!" answer Wildan quickly.

"Ohhh. Well, I don't want to force either. Besides, it looks like the testimony of a criminal we can get in a moment," said Angel set his eyes on Mr. Anwar who began to twitch.

Anwar slowly opened his eyes. He hissed for a moment, feeling the back of his head ache. After a while he observed the two figures before him. Wildan, his student was about to be executed. And a foreign woman he doesn't recognize.

"Who are you?" asked Mr. Anwar to look at Angel.

"Hey Old Man, you are currently a prisoner. Can't ask too many questions, just answer our questions!" reply Angel while grinning.

Mr. Anwar just realized, his body was tied very firmly using a rope from rubber. He tried to move and wriggle, but it was useless that the bond was very tight.

Connect___

Gaese

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2 Hours ago I went to the doctor

tensiku dropped to 90

most likely because of the

so sorry bgt if for example this story is a bit faltering

but seriously, I am deeply moved by the support of those of you who want to read my writings

thanks a lot gaes

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