Bad Boy Agents

The yells of the maling

"What do you mean by inciting the students huh, What?!" the headmaster shouted in front of Shaka's face. His round eyes barked red, full of anger at the student who stood straight before him.

Currently the three students were already in the principal's room. After being forced out of the hall and then half-drawn to the principal's room, they were now being intrograted. Besides Shaka, Gayatri and Dewa, there were four others in the room. Four pairs of eyes that stared intently at the three.

The principal, the student wakasek who is seen being ngefly, general wakasek and of course Arisman. An Arisman occasionally looked at Gayatri, not knowing what thoughts were coming to the man's mind. He turned his face back as Gayatri looked back at him. Likely difficult.

"I'm not inciting sir. I just want to remind them that they have the right to defend their rights. What else if their rights were violated for no apparent reason." so Shaka's defense.

"In jegal?" asked the headmaster while looking at Shaka sharply. Shaka nodded confidently. "Hahahaha.you are the new kid who knows!" The man pointed at Shaka's head in annoyance. His lips were thinning and his teeth were tight.

"The ban has been acc by related institutions. Social media is damaging the mentality of young people. And you want to legalize it. Who do you think you are, to dare to do that?!" challenge the principal while shaking his waist. He pointed at Shaka with his sharp eyes.

Shaka smiled instead, there was not the slightest fear. "You sure why because of that? Not because of fear of the school's secrets being exposed? That's why you're washing your hands on Rasya's death?" lure Shaka with courage.

"SILENCE!!" The headmaster's voice echoed in the room. "I told you, Rasya's death had nothing to do with the drug problem at this school!" the man shouted out loud.

"drugs? But I never said drug trouble, sir. Does Rasya know that one of his teachers is a wearer?" Shaka turned his head to the student wakasek who was standing in one corner, leaning against the wall with his eyes reddened.

THE PLAQUE!

One slap was given by Arisman on Shaka's left cheek, until Shaka's face turned. Gayatri and Dewa were both stunned to see the lightness of Arisman's hand slapping the face of one of the students at this school. Shaka did not flinch, though his cheeks were hot and his ears were buzzing with slaps, but he only grinned. The pain and loss was far greater than Arisman's slap. The young man touched the corner of his wounded and bloody lips with the tip of his tongue, then stared intently at the man.

"Well, it looks like your hands are very light once a committee pack. Are you used to doing it?" shaka asked as she wiped the blood on the corner of her lips.

Arisman grinned back, not expecting this one student to be so brave. "I did it so you would be aware. Your mind is already muddled by thinking about the no-no about this school and its teachers. I can call your parents and get you out of this school on unsubstantiated defamation charges. Understood?" Arisman's words pose a threat.

Shaka smiled wryly, this man was as threatening as a child. Unfortunately, the one he was facing was a Shaka. Of course, he dared to face Arisman. Cold-blooded men who have an emotional disorder.

"Yaaa, no problem. I will gladly deliver the letter to my parents myself. At the very least, they would understand my reason and would not slap me like you did. They're not parents who like to torture their children to death." Shaka chimed in firmly. He stared at Arisman's stiffened face, either out of anger or feeling shunned. The obvious corner of his lips pulsed about to grin.

"Prepare the call letters for the parents of this child!" arisman told the principal. His eyes rounded at Shaka before then leaving with his friends and only leaving the headmaster in the room. "Mistake them!" whispered Arisman as he passed away.

The headmaster nodded obediently. He looked at the three students in turn. Full of anger and disappointment. "You're delaying! Wait here, bring a letter for your parents!" exclaimed the headmaster who went out of the room to ask one of the teachers to make a call letter.

Remaining three people in the room, the three compact exhaled rough breathing. "What do we have to do?" ask the God who is still tight-fisted. While Gayatri looked at Shaka worriedly, looking at the picture of the hand on Shaka's left cheek as well as the bloody corner of her lips.

"Change this desperate condition into an opportunity" Shaka said later. He rubbed Gayatri's head gently. He knew this girl was worried about him.

"You mean?" ask Gayatri. This man could have ignored his worry.

Shaka just smiled a little. He locked the door of the principal's room.

"What's the fuck you want?" ask the God fearfully. If there is a cowardly God, then this is the man.

"Happy." Shaka answered lightly with a small smile. "We're looking for evidence that could reverse our side. Whatever their fault is" Shaka said confidently. He was very confident that they would be able to find something important in this room.

"Lo Crazy?! What if we're caught?" exclaimed Gayatri, not sure of the idea proposed by Shaka.

"Yes! Sometimes it takes madness to survive to stay sane." The man said casually. "If you want to survive, help me search this place. Photos of anything suspicious. Don't touch it, just tell me." That's what Shaka then ordered.

"We're going to avenge the school principal's fall?" asked the suddenly enthusiastic God.

"Yes!" Shaka looked at the Gods fixedly, the two threw each other a smile and compactly said, "Eyes for eyes, teeth for teeth. RAWER!!" said the two young men along with a smirk full of satisfaction. While Gayatri only shook her head to see the behavior of these two men.

The three young men began to work. They searched the entire room which Shaka believed must be hiding something. Starting from taking out the gloves in her pocket, Shaka then connected her phone to the principal's laptop. It took some pretty surprising important data. He did not expect that until there was evidence and facts like this on the principal's laptop.

"Shaka, this is a cape here," Gayatri said as she opened the billing cabinet.

Shaka immediately approached and sure enough there was an old-fashioned cell phone there. Shaka picked up the phone using gloves. I don't know what the function of this phone is, obviously, this type of phone makes it difficult to track. The idea crossed Shaka's mind. "Lo still wants Dion's number?" ask Shaka.

"Still," Gayatri replied definitively.

"Goody!" Shaka immediately turned on the phone. Long enough until then the phone displays the main screen. Gayatri was already exhausted, repeatedly she turned to the door afraid that someone would come. Luckily the phone was immediately on and ready to use even though the battery was weak. "Okey, sayin," Shaka added.

Gayatri mentions one by one the digits of the phone number and Shaka makes the call after the number is complete. Not long after, a name appeared on the phone. Shaka and Gayatri were compactly staring at each other. They both swallowed coarse saliva when they found out who owned the number that often threatened Dion. They are connected for obvious reasons.

"This is our proof" Shaka said with confidence. Gayatri nodded in agreement with Shaka's words. One by one the mysteries are solved and ready for them to be revealed.

"Disha! This what?" exclaims the God, with a stifled voice.

Shaka immediately approached the file cabinet appointed by God. There was a pile of files there, and in the middle, there was a thick book hollowed out at the back. The contents are surprising, which contains a cigarette. Shaka took one stick, then he kissed.

"It's a treasure" said Shaka. He took some photos, asked his friends to step aside and put the item back in its place.

"What's our principal pemake?" asked the God who seemed to have come to his senses upon seeing a small bottle containing medicinal grains. I don't know what kind of light green rectangular-shaped medicine Shaka took out of his bottle. There are also ganj^ twists and small packages of shabu.

"We don't know, before they're checked. This is clearly evidence." Shaka took a few photos and installed a small hidden camera in one corner. Block it with imitation flower plants.

"Gue report to the police now? Let them be arrested immediately!" The gods look so excited.

"Don't first. Wait until they release us. I've installed a camera here, filmed everything in this room" Shaka said.

"But,"

"Some one's coming!" gayatri cried when she heard the footsteps.

Shaka hurried to put everything back in place. Take off the phone, close the laptop again and run to open the door and return to its original position. The heart of the three people was pounding very fast, like a freefall from a high cliff again steep. Cold sweat on the back is also thin. Their hands got wet from tension. While looking down, they tried to calm themselves.

The sound of the door handle being turned, was clearly heard, making the three people hold their breath for a while. The headmaster looked at the three teenagers and was seen probing.

"Good, you're still here. I thought you were going to run away, "the principal came with a map in his hand. He stood in front of three students and took out three envelopes in the folder.

"Have your parents come, otherwise you will be expelled from this school!" the man said, giving the envelope to his three students.

No objection at all. They received the envelope without hesitation. Of course they did not hesitate, because this time they also had the ace of the principal.

"Get out!" snapped the man violently.

"Yes sir, good afternoon," that's all Shaka said, followed by his two friends.

The headmaster could only shake his head at the behavior of the three students who were like there was no fear at all. In contrast to Shaka, Gayatri and Dewa, who were compactly smiling widely after exiting the room with bold steps without looking down in the slightest.

They compact the tos, celebrating the important steps they take.

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