Bad Boy Agents

Sweet and Bitter

A fierce-looking man walked quickly towards a room on the first floor. He opened the door violently while shouting, "Deby!!! DEBY!!!" the man's screams were heard repeatedly.

There is no confirmation from inside the room. There was only a yellowish light, a neat bed and the whole empty room greeted him coldly.

"Damn! Where did that bastard go?" grunted Arisman in annoyance. He took off his suit that made a sultry and thrown just anyone. Loosen the tie and roll the sleeves of his shirt up.

He doesn't like it every time he comes home and Deby doesn't welcome him. Especially when he called her, Deby did not even come.

The baseball bat he took, a favorite weapon that he often used to torture his wife's children are difficult to set. He rushed to Dion's room, where Deby used to go. The door of his room he opened violently and his eyes barked even more when it turned out that Dion was not in his place.

"Damn! Where are they going?!" grumbled Arisman with his bulging eyes and watched every corner of the room. There was no one here, even though Dion obviously could not walk.

It did not wait long until Arisman came down from the second floor, went to the back and entered a room behind the house. There was an elevator there that took him straight into the basement and stopped right in front of a room. It's the last place Deby and Dion could be.

Arisman looked at the room made of glass and filled with many medical supplies that supported the life of a young woman. The woman lay helpless on a bed, with a breathing apparatus attached to her neck that had been hollowed out.

"You see your goddamn mother and sister?" arisman asked his first daughter, who had been in a coma for almost a year. He stared fixedly at the face of the owner of the body who was stretched out with life that depended entirely on the tools attached to his body.

Not without reason this girl was in this place. His life is still maintained by Arisman, who is unwilling to lose his daughter due to an accident. She's his favorite daughter, her poor health condition has left Arisman's life devastated. Every way he did to preserve his daughter's life was said to be impossible. Do not ask about the cost, it is definitely worth fantastic.

"Only you always obey the same papah. The two men are still jerks and make it difficult for Papah. Wake up son, papah needs you" said Lirih Arisman expectantly.

Unfortunately, what Arisman expected would never happen. A day ago, doctors had declared that her daughter had brain stem death. Doctors had advised Arisman to give up his daughter and remove all the tools attached to his body. But the man refused it. As an expression of his disappointment, it was Dion who was his victim.

"Don't worry, maybe they're just taking a walk. Papah's gonna take them home, huh?" arisman said as he rubbed the child's head wrapped in bandages. Then he kissed for a while before leaving with a baseball bat that became his flagship weapon.

"Who came to this house?" arisman asked his men. They were gathered in the living room, the number of about eight men with a burly face.

"School boy young master, sir." One guard chimed in.

"Who?" ask Arisman.

"I don't know his name, sir. It's just them,"

Arisman did not wait for his men to finish his answer. He immediately went to the CCTV control room and checked the existing CCTV footage. His eyes glared as he looked at the footage that was partly lost because it had been removed.

"Stupid you!!!!" arisman shouted while pushing the body of his men to hit the door of the CCTV room. He immediately got out of the room and contacted someone.

The man who took Arisman's son away is currently in his room. The man had just finished his bath and was wearing his tee shirt. Her jigrag hair was still wet dripping the rest of the water from the ends of the hair and down to her temples. He looked at his body in front of the glass, thinking about the next plan he would do next.

A cell phone lying on the bed. One name he was looking for and he called directly.

"How's the condition?" shaka asked his interlocutor.

"The conditions are bad bang. The doctor plans to have surgery on his abdomen and chest tonight. There was massive bleeding there.His head was injured, there was a crack in the spine of the skull. His right leg is experiencing paralysis (paralysis) but can not be ascertained what is temporary or permanent."

The explanation of Shaka's partner, makes the man have to massage his stiffened temples. It turned out to be as bad as Dion's body condition. Luckily he took her away, until the teenager can still be tried safely. Of course, he must be saved, because he was one of the key witnesses to the death of his sister.

"How's the prognosis?" Shaka asked again.

"fifty-fifty news. We have to be prepared for the worst. He had invisible bleeding, the operation was at risk of worsening his condition." Farid's explanation was increasingly stifling.

"What about her mother?"

"New victim finished reporting. Tomorrow morning, he'll have a follow-up check."

"Please send me the results,"

"Well, I'll send you an email."

"Farid," Shaka spoke again but this time paused.

"Ready Bang" the man listened carefully.

"It looks like we have to set up a big hook. Please sail as soon as possible, so that the net I spread is not too late to lift." Sentences and commands are done simultaneously.

"Anything found a fishpond?" Farid sounded so surprised.

"Hem! Please also send some officers to guard my fishermen. I sent him his identity and his net point."

"Ready bang! I wait!" the man spoke with passion.

The call was cut off. Shaka immediately sorted out which data he would send to Farid. Farid's eyes glared at the many findings of Shaka. The findings are not playful because Shaka has found a large nest.

"I'm executing tonight Bang!"

"Ready!!" sahut Farid firmly through his message.

Shaka held onto his phone optimistically. He has to believe that Farid will solve everything tonight.

The young man who had originally bowed lethargic, looked back at the mirror before him. He was stunned when he saw the shadow of someone standing behind him.

"It's been a while?" shaka asked the figure of the girl leaning against the door while holding her side. He is unaware of the whereabouts of Gayatri who is carrying a medicine box in her hand.

"Gue just believed that you are really an agent" said the girl. He approached Shaka, then sat on the edge of the man's bed. On the pat of an empty spot beside him, asked Shaka to sit down.

A smile is shown by Shaka to Gayatri. The man complies to sit down. Nothing he said, just looking at Gayatri's painstaking hand preparing gauze, wound washing liquid and wound medicine and plaster.

Gayatri's attitude made Shaka smile. This iron-fisted girl was indeed very considerate. His anxiety was still apparent from noon, when Arisman slapped him.

"Slightly," said the girl as a warning so that Shaka prepared with a swab of wound cleaning fluid

"No problem, I have a powerful painkiller," Shaka said, staring at Gayatri's face so close to her eye.

Gayatri only smelled a smile, she could see her face blushing as she realized Shaka was looking at her. He still continued to clean Shaka's wounds, occasionally holding his breath as his heart was pounding so hard.

"The head of the fly is three, showing the symbol of luck," said Shaka, whether true or not.

"Lo can brim if you feel disturbed" said Gayatri. Her true self was troubled by Shaka's reckless gaze.

"Where could I be looking at such a beautiful sight. AWH!" Shaka complained a little as Gayatri deliberately pressed on her wound.

The girl smiled a little. His white teeth were partially visible. Shaka smiled at the sweet smile, "Beautiful," she murmured inwardly.

The wound cleaning was complete, the medicine was also completed and now, while covering the wound, Gayatri blew the wound. The blowing of the air was so cool that it erased the pain. It was also the gust that made Shaka suddenly approach and kiss her alluring pink lips.

Gayatri was stunned, but did not shy away. Shaka shifted his body closer and closer to Gayatri then grabbed the girl's neck to deepen her kiss. Unexpectedly, those pink lips countered him. Making Shaka begin to dare to deepen the pagutannya rigidly reciprocated by Gayatri.

They exchanged saliva for a while. Occasionally Shaka heard Gayatri gasping almost out of breath. Shaka had to take it off. He wanted to give Gayatri room to breathe. In his face the beautiful and reddish face was fixed and then he rubbed his head.

"Yes, yes" whispered Shaka later.

Gayatri just smiled a little. He did not chimed in, but cleaned all the equipment of his doctors.

"Where are you going?" shaka asked who was holding Gayatri's hand.

"The agent has to work, right?" tanya Gayatri is half-literate.

"Mahaha...." Shaka laughed instead, he was called om by this snot boy.

Gayatri laughed, though her voice was soft, but her lips were wide open.

"Thank you for today" said Gayatri suddenly.

"Because I've already dyed a devotee lo?" tejek Shaka's.

Gayatri. "Make all your effort for me and my badung friends" she said, giving a kiss on Shaka's left cheek.

The man was quite surprised, it turned out that the gift from Gayatri was very sweet. He came closer to reply, but then Gayatri held him back.

"There's a phone" he said, showing a screen of his phone with Zaidan's name on it.

"Okey, you're more important now. fine!" Shaka with his unique style of jealousy.

Gayatri just shook her head to look at Shaka's behavior. He went to answer Zaidan's phone a little.

"Hello" said Gayatri.

No sound was heard other than the sound of breath gasping.

"Hello, Zaidan! Answer me nyet!' Gayatri's voice sounded resolute.

"Hello Aya! Yeah, the hunt back! The same house as your fire shop!" zaidan shouted in haste.

Gayatri's eyes immediately glared. He was really surprised. Is this the reason why Barkah has not come?

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