12 Badoets
Songo Wolongten

"You were the one who delivered Mamak's body that night. Your dirty mouth, the smell of cigars, just saying a word of patience. Poor families who do not know where to complain, finally can only wail. Where should we demand justice? Ah, let alone justice, the explanation for Mamak's unnatural death we did not get. This pain remembers it. Boiling blood in the pulse. How Mamak's death was like an innocent animal. Never in the news, the businessman's maid died the same day the robbery took place. No one knows. My beloved mother was never thought to exist. His life is worthless to you, " said the man with the dragon-stick in a trembling voice. The left hand was getting tighter grasping the blood-scented stick.

"Mak Surti is a victim out of plan. He knows too much. Letting him live will certainly destroy everything that has gone according to the original purpose" said Mr. Wito after sighing.

"At the end of the day you clowns are like animals, eating others as long as their lives are comfortable" replied the dragon-sticked man.

"Well, isn't human instinct like that? We have ego. It often even sounds motivational, before trying to save others, it's worth saving yourself first." Mr. Wito chuckled at a glance. The sound of laughter sounded like laughing at himself. In the depths of his heart came turmoil, how he used to be that an officer had pretty much covered in the black color of evil.

"After Mamak died, the father who was basically lazy began to look for work to connect life. And when I was in 2nd grade Junior High, you left the house. Leaving me alone with 5 thousand silver. For days I ate from the mercy of the neighbors around. With my life ruined, I was vengeful, but had no idea where the hatred and anger were. Whether due to stress or inner pressure, my hair was full of gray hair from a young age. Then, the man came. The stranger who gave me money to survive. He confessed from out of town, only visiting me once a month gave me some money." The gaze of the male with the dragon staff appeared empty. Memory flashbacks of the past are drawn in the clear eyeball.

"Who?" asked Mr. Wito with a frown.

"Santos. At first I suspected he was a good man who was sent by fate to help me. As time went on I realized, there is no good without reason. I believe Santoso was one of the people responsible for Mamak's death. After I had enough work and money, I looked for Santoso. He acknowledges all his faults, regrets, and desires for redemption. I find out who's guilty of taking my mother's life. Several names are mentioned, including your name. Unfortunately, not all clowns are remembered by Santoso who got dementia." The male with the dragon staff sighed.

"Santos? Did you finish him too?" ask Mr. Wito. The dragon-sticked man shook his head slowly.

"He was the only one I could forgive in the end. His whole life was filled with regrets. Santoso is not a criminal, just a person who is in the wrong time and place" explained the male with the dragon's wand.

"If you bagged my identity as Clown number 8 a long time ago, why did you come to me only now?" Mr. Wito scrunched his forehead.

"Because you are the strongest. Besides, I'm moving in the footsteps of Santoso's foster kids. I just want to be a ghost, who kills you with fear. I want you to die curious, not knowing who the real opponent is" replied the dragon-stick man with fiery eyes.

"But unfortunately you're wrong, you lose son. I am not afraid of death. I'm not afraid of ghosts from the past. I have earned the world and the dream of life. No one can destroy the kingdom of success that I have built," said Mr. Wito congkak.

The dragon-wanded man was silent this time. He did not reply but the firearm in his right hand remained tightly grasped. Mr. Wito knows very well his opponent is now worried. The possibility of the trigger being pulled is very large, but at least Mr. Wito is reluctant to give up or lose.

Mr. Wito weighed in, if the chance for him to survive less than thirty percent. Nevertheless, the old man was quite astute and had many tricks he was trying to use.

"Wait for what else? Pull trigger!" mr. Wito's orders while walking closer slowly. It is important for him to close the distance with the opponent. Counting range to attack.

Mak Surti's son reached into his pants pocket. Take a small blue object that folds neatly. Then back to grin at Mr. Wito.

"What's that?" ask Mr. Wito curious.

"I will finish you off and make your family suffer" replied Mak Surti's son. He showed me a piece of money 50 thousand years old booty from Wildan. Mak Surti's son bet if the money in his hand was an important object for Mr. Wito.

Mr. Wito was silent with trembling hands. The old serial slum money that made him remember with some evidence brought and hidden by Umar.

"Where did you get it?" asked Mr. Wito half-stomped.

A triumphant smile was on the lips of Mak Surti's son. Now he believes the old money is an important object for Mr. Wito. In his heart he praised the performance of the Inca who managed to snatch the money from Wildan. Although initially there was jealousy when the Inca conveyed plans to bring Wildan to the hotel.

The son of Mak Surti or the dragon-stick man remembered the Inca figure. The beginning of their meeting at a nightlife venue. A beautiful and sweet Inca figure suddenly approached and invited to drink until morning. And somehow, the Inca fell to the male dragon-stick.

The Inca always said the dragon-sticked man was the savior of his life. The Inca served, and followed the male with the dragon's staff. Giving his time, energy, mind, even his body to the white-haired man.

"Tell me, are there other things on you?" ask Mr. Wito impatiently. He was really upset and worried.

"Yes of course," answered the short dragon-sticked man. He actually did not understand the question Mr. Wito. What objects? Why is Mr Wito so scared? The dragon-stick men don't care. The important thing was that he could send his opponent to hell with fear and regret. All for the sake of fighting for justice for her Mama.

"Aren't you ready to die, Old Man? Why do you look scared now? Your world, the success you have achieved will be ruined by the things I have at this moment," the dragon-sticked man sneered.

"Suck!" aspat Pak Wito. The man lost his mind and acted recklessly. Suddenly he ran about to hit the dragon-sticked man who was ready to pull the trigger in his right hand.

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