12 Badoets
The Wolongpuluh Pitu

The pitch black smoke blocked the sense of sight. The sensation of tightness began to be felt when the combustion substances were crammed into the lungs. Sore and watery eyes are sure. A reddish tinge began to be seen, circling the corner of Mak Lastri's house.

Angga had sent a short message to his co-workers. Angel embraces Mak Lastri while circulating an observing gaze and looking for a way to escape. The golden watch and its bodyguards were alert, but had yet to make any movement. Random action is not necessary in precarious situations.

It is different with Jumani and Nuryanto. They both ran off to the front room. Smoke looks thinner from the front. They think the front is safer.

Jumani ran first. As his feet reached the front porch, an iron stick swung out from behind the door and directly pierced through his chest. Jumani falls down drenched dar*h red. Nuryanto who ran behind Jumani, suddenly stopped so shocked. He fell down.

A white-haired man appeared from behind the door. His limping path with a faint smile on his lips frightened Nuryanto. Unknowingly, Nuryanto's pants were wet with urine.

"Disease," said the man with the dragon's staff.

"Who are you?" tanya Nuryanto stammered. But not the answer he got. Nuryanto's chest was exposed, struck by a shiny iron rod held tightly by the man before him.

No voices to complain. Only the sound of gasping breath could be heard for a moment from Nuryanto's blushing mouth. The dragon-sticked man smiled in satisfaction. His eyeballs were seen rolling upwards, enjoying every sensation of iron rubbing against fresh meat.

"While I don't know you, though I'm not sure you're involved yet, my resolve is well-rounded. Everyone here will die. For Mamakku. Mak Surti," said the man with the dragon's wand. He grinned eerily watching Nuryanto twitch until finally not moving at all.

From the middle room appeared a male figure with a scar on the face. The golden watch guard folds the sleeves of the shirt. His movements seemed to be full of vigilance, slowly approaching the dragon-sticked man.

"How dare it be the same people. Look for a balanced opponent" said the gold watch guard.

The dragon-sticked man smiled at a glance. At the same time there was the sound of glass breaking from the back room. The dragon-stick man realized, his prey blurred through the back window. He felt he did not have time to serve the bodyguard from the golden watch.

"Shark fish eat tomatoes. Sorry no interest," ledek male stick dragon. He quickly reached into the back of his pants. A firearm was aimed at the body of the guard. The sound of explosions sounded loud. The golden watch guard fell down. The horses are useless in front of a bullet.

"Dam. I had to throw bullets for people like you!" grouse boy with dragon's wand.

From the front page, the sound of a car lit up. The dragon-sticked man rushed out of the house. Looks like a fancy black sedan spinning direction. Without a second thought, the dragon-sticked man dashed to his car. The limping move made him a little slow.

The house at once pecel Mak Lastri was burned to the ground. Black smoke rises in the humid air. Drizzle still down the spatter. The red guy licked from the back of the house. While the porch and vestibule look still solid, the fire has not yet reached that part.

The dragon-sticked man started his car, and immediately turned around. Even though the rear bumper hit the fence, he didn't care. In a hurry the man tried to chase the golden watch. Several police officers were seen approaching the Mak Lastri stall. They were late to realize the great fire of the pecel shop belonging to the old woman.

At the back of the house, Angga, Angel and Mak Lastri sat on the grass. Occasionally there was a dry cough from Mak Lastri. Angga rubbed his blackened cheeks as it hit the flames.

"Mom's okay?" Angga asked while looking at Mak Lastri who was leaning on Angel. Angga's back looks full of wounds due to broken glass. He punched the window to escape the fire.

"You guys just stay here. I want to see the front. Looks like my comrades have also come. I'll ask you to bring me an ambulance." Angga stood up from his seat. Then a little run around the backyard.

"We'd better find somewhere safer than smoke. Can I stand up?" ask Angel with a flat face. Mak Lastri looks old, but does not make Angel heart pity. Angel felt no bond with the old woman who was in front of him. For him the figure of the mother attached to Bu Seruni.

"Help Mom to stand up, Nduk," said Mak Lastri lirih. Angel got up from her seat and embraced Mak Lastri, helping her stand up.

While embracing Mak Lastri, Angel stumbled. Although the sky is getting darker, but the backyard of the house looks bright reddish due to the reflection of the blazing fire light. The sound of burning wood added to the boisterousness that afternoon.

From the front, someone came running closer. A woman with light hair. In his mind Angel kept tanya. Wh who? A helper officer?

When the distance was only a few steps away, it was then seen that the woman was holding a folding knife in her right hand. That woman is the Inca. Swinging the knife towards Mak Lastri's neck.

Angel reflex swung his left hand. Attempting to seize and block the Inca attack. A thick red liquid splashed into the air. Angel grimaced in pain. The blade gripped him with a trembling finger. But unfortunately, the tip of the folding knife still managed to hit Mak Lastri's neck veins.

"Damn it!" shouted Angel while throwing a kick right into the mouth of the Inca heart. Angel's great energy, and well-trained legs made the Inca's light body bounce easily. The knife was thrown into the grass.

Mak Lastri staggered and collapsed holding his neck. The maroon red color soaked the old woman's shirt. Angel hurriedly clutched it with a palm that was also full of a thick liquid scented with rancor.

"Mr Lastri!" pekik Angel gathered to hug Mak Lastri on the wet land of rain.

"Sir, Angel, forgive Ibuk," said Mak Lastri. A smile on her pale lips.

"I'm sorry, Mother, it's never been in every moment of your life. Even under these conditions, you spontaneously do not call me Mother" Mak Lastri continued. Angel was still stunned. He could not open his mouth, at a loss for words.

"I am a selfish woman. Want to live a normal and happy life by giving up their children to others. Thinking you'd be happier without me. Never ask her children, is this the kind of life you want,?" Mak Lastri kept smiling. While the thick red liquid continues to flow from the blood vessels in the neck.

Unwittingly by Angel, tears begin to flow down her cheeks. The woman's chest thumped when she watched Mak Lastri's body roll in limp. Though previously Angel felt foreign, but now when holding the body Mak Lastri Angel realized the warmth of a mother.

Where does the sadness come from?

From regret and love that goes away.

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