Bad Boy Agents

Archival Room

History lessons have always been Shaka's favorite subjects. Various important events he had memorized outside his head. How not, this man was educated with the history of this country. He grew up with historical moments that are always told every time he entered class when he lived in Mes. He knows a lot of history that other students rarely know. In her class, Shaka's grades are perfect for this one subject.

As it is today, in front of the classroom the history teacher is explaining about the System and Structure of Indonesian Politics-Economy of the Period of Parliamentary Democracy (1950-1959). This is very easy for Shaka. When his friends can only yawn, this man instead feels nostalgic with the material. He imagined himself to be one of the hero figures present in that era.

“You need to know that, the era of parliamentary democracy is a time when the Indonesian government uses the 1950 UUDS or the Provisional Basic Law as state law and parliamentary government systems. That is, the cabinet is responsible to the parliament, namely the DPR, not to the president. Cabinet led by a prime minister, meanwhile the president only serves as head of state.”

“Parliamentary Democracy is also called Liberal Democracy because the prevailing political and economic system uses liberal principles. Note in your book, this period lasted from August 17, 1950 to July 6, 1959. Remember well that date yes, it will be on your exam next week.”

The male teacher knocked on the front desk until the students were stunned. The narrow eyes behind the thick glasses were staring at every face of the students who seemed not interested in the material he delivered. Only one person seemed to be listening to his description, Shaka.

“Ada know what typical events happened to the cabinet in that era?” the man asked to lure his students.

Shaka raised his hand. “Yes, okay, what do you know about that era? If your answer is correct, next week you do not need to take the test.” The teacher seemed to be giving a challenge.

Shaka smiled proudly, he casually answered the question he had heard so often. "In the age of Liberal Democracy or we call Parliamentary, the cabinets that manage everyday government do not live long, because in the middle of the road was dropped by the No Believe motion by political parties in the House of Representatives Parliament, until now, until now, The motion of disbelief is still a trend that is commonly done in the political scene,” replied Shaka with confidence.

“Good! 100 For you. What's your name?” The teacher pointed at Shaka and pointed at his two thumbs.

“Ready! Shaka Praditya!” he answered with his bass voice.

“Uuuuhhhh... kereeenn..” the girls cheered in amazement at Shaka. This guy looks more and more charming. Apparently he was not aware that he was not in the military class, but in class XII IPS 1.

“Shaka, I'm with you!” exclaim Indah while giving the symbol of heart to Shaka, welcomed the boisterous voice of uuuuuu schoolgirls in that class. Not willing to pick me girl that master a Shaka alone.

“Okey, already, the answer is correct yes. So, next week Shaka does not need to take the exam.” The teacher wrote a note in his book. The students applauded proudly for Shaka's ability to correctly answer the question. While Shaka just nodded politely at his friends while crossing his right hand on the chest.

“Create others, I have a task for you,”

“Uuuuuuuu...” exclaimed the class student while showing his thumb down.

“Quiet first. The task is easy. You guys just make an article about the no-confidence motion. The material, can be from the perpus or from the internet. It should obviously be hand written. Confucius said, I see I forget, I hear I remember, I do and I understand. Then one more thing, I write then I exist. That's principle. Collected next monday. Thank you, good afternoon!” close the teacher coincides with the sound of the bell marking the end of lesson time.

“Yaaa, more tasks. My males, the task is sadi-ngadi,” lamented Indah while fanning his face that feels sultry.

“Task lo say ngadi-ngadi, emang lo to school want to do maemunah?!” ledek one of the students who heard a wonderful complaint.

“Lo ngeledek may, but do not bring my grandmother's name anjir!” Rima hit the student's arm in annoyance, as his grandmother's name was mentioned.

“Wih sorry, where do I know if your grandmother's name is maemunah.” The student rubbed his hand which was hit by Rima quite hard.

“Awas lo if once again call my grandmother's name!” threaten the girl while pointing her head.

“Iyaa no! Next time I change with munaroh.”

“that's my grandmother's sister!!” rima shouted increasingly annoyed.

“Hahahaha. Forgive me! Next time I call Britney! Hahahahaha The teenager left class to rest.

“You want me to help you not find the material?” shaka asked who suddenly turned his head back, right on the Gayatri table. He is confident this offer will be well received by Gayatri.

As usual, the girl did not. “Heemmh, I think Mr. Sudrajat forgot another Confucius saying, I asked should I be answered. Yes, no, Aya?” sindir Shaka smiled widely.

Instead of answering, Gayatri smacked her book on the table, right next to Shaka's ear. His intention was to put the book in his hands.

“Anjaaayyy, ears me Ayaaa..sampe shocked his drum.” Shaka immediately got up and rubbed his ears that felt full by the sudden voice earlier. “Lo no approx, my brain until followed shaken. What if I become a bego? Tar no longer likes me,” added Shaka who is still grumbling while upholding his body.

Gayatri doesn't care. He moved from his place and into the library. He needs a quiet and quiet place. Being near Shaka was too noisy.

“Crazy, she just left. I was wrong I should apologize. Why the hell does he always leave without saying goodbye?” Shaka moved from his place. He followed Gayatri who was heading to the library. He felt that the girl owed him an apology.

Just a few steps he walked, he stopped again right in front of a room. The room always made Shaka curious. Archive room, a closed room and always locked and located right next to the headmaster's room.

This time the door opened slightly and made Shaka want to peek at her. This room seemed like the place he needed to go. He hopes that in this room he can find many important things that he has been looking for.

Shaka decided to enter this room. Previously he paid attention to the surrounding environment to make sure that no one saw him. After being convinced that no one had seen him, Shaka immediately entered. Closing the door slowly.

Inside the archive room, he saw many iron shelves lined up. He used a flashlight from his cell phone to see the whole room. The first shelf he approached, there is a row of neatly arranged files. One file he took and it turned out to be a student archive eight years ago. Shaka notices the year label written on the shelf, hoping he can find the archives of Rasya and his friends.

Walk directly to the left and occasionally shine the top shelf also down. The more to the left the number of years the more past. “It's not like this shelf,” Shaka murmured. He is getting serious about looking.

Move from one shelf to another. He only realized that it turned out that one shelf contains a class of students who are divided into three different majors. Peer Shaka quite a lot because the order of the years in place is not sequential.

“Akh shit, where the hell is the order of the last two years?” Shaka increasingly entered the archive room surrounded by large shelves. He continued his search until he heard the sound of the door creaking.

“Who's inside?” a male voice shocked Shaka. The man asked after seeing a flashlight in this dark room.

“Miiaauu, miiaaauu... where are you cat?” shaka asked, as if looking for a cat.

Suddenly the lights turned on and illuminated the entire room. A tall man was seen at the door. “What are you from?” ask the man to Shaka.

“Sorry sir, there was a pointy in here, I found nothing. I think he's hiding Mr.” Shaka reasoned quickly.

“What's right you? This room is prohibited from entering, including by students. You shouldn't have come in here. Quick out!” Shaka just remembered that the man was his BK teacher.

“Iya Sir, sorry. But what if the cat peed carelessly and got dossier? Will it be a problem?” Shaka was forced to get out of the file around him and approach the man.

“That's my business. Now you're out, before the principal knows and you're in law.”

“Oh, good Sir. Later if the cat meets, please love me sir. I think it's an angora cat that's impregnated by a village cat. The fur is thick but the behavior is imprecious, there are no kalem at all.” Shaka had to lie and make up.

“Iya, I'll tell you later. Which class are you?” This man seems to believe.

“Ready, XII IPS 1,” Shaka direct perfect attitude.

“Yes already, now you are out!”

“Good sir. I'm sorry,” Shaka said who came out soon. The man checked the room and searched for the cat that Shaka had mentioned. He stayed inside for a long time, until he gave up and came out without a cat.

Without knowing that someone was peeping at him. Now Shaka knows who the key to the room is.

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