Bad Boy Agents

Repatriation

"HE'S COMING!" exclaimed a burly man who was standing guard at the guard post. He immediately paid his respects to the two figures of men who walked firmly, approaching him.

A man dressed in full army, galloped swiftly from the gate towards a military headquarters that was about 1.2 km away. He passed a flagpole that stood in the middle of a large field. The red-and-white saka fluttered at its peak, braving the scorching hot European sky.

Although his breathing was already panting and his sweat was pouring out, the man did not break his legs. Climbing the stairs quickly to arrive immediately at the door of the room he was holding onto while bending his body, gasping with exhaustion.

“What's up?” ask a guard at the door. He was surprised to see the man sweating, gasping for breath, trying to catch his breath running out.

“Di-a pu-lang, e-lang hi-tam, pu-lang,” said the man who was still bored while pointing back there. His chest felt very heavy. Running sprin with a body that begins to swell is not easy. He held his stomach which he felt like he wanted to keep for a while.

“Really?” ask the tall man.

“Hem!” He was no longer able to answer.

“I'll report soon!” The tall man immediately passed to report to the elite commander at the headquarters.

I don't know what report he gave that was clearly a middle-aged man immediately walked out of his room. “Where are they?” ask the man, with his firm voice.

“Ready! Walking here, commander!” The soldier who was panting immediately took a perfect stance.

The man tagged Dwi immediately turned his head in the direction he was referring to. There were no men there, only two men dressed in all black walking towards him. His eyes widened when he saw that eight elite squads who were assigned as international spy agents left only two thin men who had previously been declared dead in duty.

The man who became the commander of this elite unit stared at the arrival of two people who he did not think were still alive. Two weeks ago, a spy stated that a team of black eagles had fallen in their duty while hunting the ter0r!5. Their headquarters were attacked and detonated. No survivors, all destroyed without rest.

But in reality, a miracle happened when they saw the two people were still alive and walking upright toward him. There were many battle scars on his face and body that they had wrapped in gauze. The two men were now standing straight in front of the commander. Short respect as a form of respect.

“Report! Major Arshaka Gibran facing!”

“Report! Captain David Irawan facing!”

The two men called out alternately to the commander. The man named Dwi was not chiming in. He prefers to slap the cheeks of the two men alternately, then embrace the two together. The burly man cried sobbing with pride and haru. He never thought there were still two soldiers who came home after carrying out this dangerous mission.

“Thank you for coming home safely. Thank you,” revealed the man with a full day. The two warriors were merely silent, the memory of the explosion in his hiding place flashed past his mind. Six of their comrades were killed with their bodies shattered into pieces. The traumatic experience was somehow going to disappear from her memory.

The return of the two soldiers was well received by the members of their headquarters. After reporting to the main commander, they held a welcoming ceremony and gave awards to the two fighters. The spirit of his comrades was like burning seeing two dashing figures standing before them and receiving a badge of honor.

The sound of clapping of hands rumbled in the spacious hall room. This is Shaka's fourth mission to spy on acts of terrorism and drug trafficking, he is grateful to still be given safety among his colleagues who died while on duty.

After the welcoming ceremony, the event continued more casually. A variety of luxurious food menus and a variety of drinks become a special banquet for Shaka and his friends. The familiarity was increasingly felt when they exchanged stories during their duties in several countries they were intai.

Dwi approached Shaka who was talking to his colleagues. “Shaka, come to my room for a minute,” pinta the man.

“Ready!” Shaka immediately stood up straight. The 27-year-old man immediately followed his commander into a room.

“Sit,” pinta the man. Shaka sat upright in front of his commander. The supreme leader at the headquarters went to pick something up on his desk. A yellow map which he then placed in front of Shaka.

“I'm so proud of you Shaka. You can return safely from the battlefield,” the man said as he patted Shaka's shoulder proudly.

“Ready! Thank you, Commander.” Shaka answered her firmly.

The man stared fixedly at Shaka as if there were a lot of things he wanted to reveal. “I hope, you can accept what I will say later, Shaka. Because I know you are a strong and great warrior.” The man continued his sentence with a look that looked sad.

With a heavy heart, Dwi opened the map in front of him and closed it again and gave it to Shaka. “Read,” said the man then he passed leaving Shaka who was looking at the map in his hand. Dwi deliberately stood his back to Shaka and chose to look at the photo of the highest leader in his beloved country.

Buk up!

Suddenly a punch sounded hard on the table to make the table crack. Dwi was stunned, but he could only bow in lethargy. He understood that the blow was delivered by Shaka shortly after reading the death letter of a 17teen-year-old teenager named Arrasya Haikal, the younger brother he loved so much. His black eyes barked sharply and turned red along with a clenched hand. His jaw muscles harden until his teeth sound grinding. Her tears trickled as she recalled the only family she had left.

At that moment Shaka moved from his place. The emotions that filled his chest made him take off his pride beret and put it on the table. The newly pinned badge he just put it. His heart was broken when he remembered his struggle to die fighting for the safety of many lives, but he was unable to protect the one brother he loved so much.

This is Shaka's biggest failure.

Dwi is approaching soon. “Shaka, what are you doing?! Control yourself!” exclaiming Dwi while holding Shaka's arm which was removing all his attributes violently.

Shaka did not flinch. Right now there was nothing else that flashed through his mind other than the shadow of the death of his younger brother.

“SHAKA!! LISTEN ME!!” the commander shouted right in front of Shaka's face.

But only tears were Shaka's answer. He did not budge even though his commander held his hand which was about to remove all the asterisks on his shoulder.

“Shaka!”

THE PLAQUE!

A slap was finally slapped by his commander on Shaka's cheek.

“SIAP!” the man said in a firm but broken voice. His red eyes made the commander feel a pinch of pity, but he could do nothing.

“You want to investigate your sister's death, please. But don't give up your attributes, Shaka! You are proud of this team.” The man grabbed one side of Shaka's face that he had slapped until it became reddish. He understood the feeling of destruction that Shaka felt.

“I don't know when I'll be back in this unit again. I also don't want to involve the organization in my personal matters. Allow me to go. SALUTE!” shaka exclaimed at the end of his sentence while giving a brief salute as a form of farewell.

“SHAKA!!” exclaimed Dwi as the young man simply passed from before her. In his hand he gripped the file of the death of his sister with anger. No one can stop him from leaving.

"SHIMAKA!!!" dwi's voice echoed in his study, but was unable to stop a Shaka's steps.

That very night, under the rain Shaka decided to return home. The nearly 18-hour journey he went through was full of shock and anger. Along the way, he thought only of his brother. Recalling all the memories that swirled in his head. Rasya's laughter, his spoiled babble, his childish behavior and his ambition to become a secret agent like his older brother.

Unfortunately, all that remains only hopes and dreams that disappear along with the release of life from the body that Shaka took care of and nurtured since infancy. Shaka sobbing. He ignored the astonished gaze of an old man sitting beside him. Although these tears could not restore Rasya, in fact the tightness in his chest could be slightly reduced.

In the afternoon, Shaka just arrived in Indonesia. He immediately contacted the aunt who had been guarding Rasya while he was on duty. He gets the address of a public cemetery, where Rasya's body was buried. He entered that deserted area. Down the rocky path. There was no one who was in that place other than a girl in a hat who had accidentally crossed paths in the opposite direction to her. They did not look at each other, let alone say hello. Each with his own thoughts.

Shaka immediately approached Rasya's tomb, which was still a red mound of earth with dried flowers covering it for one week. A small ceramic vase is displayed next to his tombstone which is still made of wood. There was a sprig of fresh lilies filling the vase. I don't know who put it that clearly he saw a pair of footprints in the place where Shaka was on foot. It is about 24 cm in size and looks like a woman's leg. Maybe their aunt just visited from this place.

Shaka stood sculpting, staring at the headstone that read the name of the younger brother. Again, his tears were dripping down without him being able to hold back. “Why did you leave, brother?” shaka asked in her heart. It was as if he was talking to his sister who was lying under a tombstone.

“Can't you wait for big brother for a moment Rasya?” ask Shaka next. No one answered, there would be no answer. Shaka could only bow listlessly as he clenched his hands tightly until the blood vessels in his hands seemed to stiffen and bulge. His hands were flushed and he wanted to hit anyone who left his sister.

"Aarrkkkkhh!!!" shaka shouted without being able to stand. His shoulders were shaking from his broken cry. In his tears he said an oath, “Don't worry Rasya, I will make them take responsibility for what they have done. Eyes for eyes, life for life,” Shaka vows in front of the pusara the younger brother.

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