Bad Boy Agents

Disfluencies

Two pairs of barefoot, walking in a row through the long hallway of a hospital. The two pairs of legs belonged to Mira and Barkah who were walking as fast as possible despite trembling. It felt like they wanted to run, but the news they received half an hour ago had made the entire joint in his body weaken.

Trying to stay in between his steps while holding hands. Sometimes Mira almost fell, but immediately Barkah held the body of the wife.

“Aya was shot,” that Zaidan said over the phone. I don't know why the teenager took the initiative to tell this pair of parents so quickly without asking Shaka or Galih.

Instantly, the worlds of Mira and Barkah were completely destroyed, the gray sky was falling on them. The shadow of the pain of the child lying helplessly covered in blood, was timelessly lost in their minds. Mira rubbed her own face, her trembling lips, tightly clenched almost as she bit out of nervousness and held back the crying.

Where's the gunshot wound? On foot? The hand? The chest? The head?

Akh no!

Mira further tightened her grip on Barkah, she could not imagine any further. Tears that broke he rubbed violently. His face that was trying to toughen up, failed to hide the feeling of being crushed and struck.

In the middle of the road, they cross paths with a man in a black military uniform. I don't know what the name of the person is, Mira doesn't pay much attention to it. He only heard Alya say, “Izin, I brought the victim's parents,” so the young woman's speech beside Mira, while slawir.

“The victim is undergoing surgery. Take them waiting in a safe place,” said the man while nodding politely to Barkah and Mira. His gaze was full of empathy.

Only Barkah replied to her, while Mira was still with her mind blank. He does not like to linger stopping his steps. He continued to pull the hand of Alya and Barkah to immediately continue his steps.

“Ready!” Alya immediately continued her steps.

“Kok many soldiers huh Neng?” ask the rickshaw with a confused mind.

Since arriving at this hospital, they had already seen the special forces car ahead there. People dressed all in black typical of special agents were much that he saw. There were also several people in police and TNI uniforms.

“Iya, they are on duty,” only that Alya said. He could not explain further let alone say that Gayatri had just been dealing with ******** as well as an international drug kingpin. Will they not be more frightened?

Barkah just nodded, he kept deep in his mind. His steps changed even faster, as he saw that Gayatri's friends were waiting at the end of the hallway. There was Galih and Shaka who were stuck with all sorts of anxieties.

Just this time Mira really ran, approaching Galih who was sitting in a doldrums. He rested before his son who was looking at his hands covered with Gayatri's blood.

“Lo okay?” tanya Mira who immediately hugged Galih.

Galih was stunned to get a sudden hug from her mother. Mira's question seemed to reawaken her anger and sadness. “Aya, Nyaakk.. Ayaa...” said the man as he sobbed. It's not like a scared kid.

Mira just nodded, she clenched her mouth tightly so as not to sob. His chest was tight, his head ached withstanding the cries, but he had to look firm in front of his son.

“He will be fine. Lo must believe, adek lo is strong, hotshot. So he'll be fine.” Mira's voice trembled and faltered it belonged to Mira. Not just to appease his son, but himself.

Galih did not chimed in, his mind was still in a frenzy. He saw clearly that Gayatri's blood was very much. Galih and Shaka's clothes were both exposed to Gayatri's blood. Then the bullet went through his body, was it lodged in his heart?

Nah! Galih did not want to imagine that. As Mira said, her sister should be fine.

They shook their heads, his face still deathly pale. No one sat quietly, everyone was agitated.

Once ago, he saw the figure of a man standing in the distance. Near the operating room door. The man bowed lethargicly with his clothes filled with Gayatri's blood. Mira immediately stood up, she approached Shaka who was as pale as the others.

“Where is my son?” mira asked the man.

Shaka straightened his body, but did not dare to raise his face let alone look at Mira. He understood correctly, Mira was venting her anger.

“Heh, look at my face, WHERE'S MY SON?!” the woman shouted in front of Shaka's face.

“In Nyak,” said the man with teary eyes and an upright head staring at Mira. He saw Mira's wrinkled eyes that were red and watery. Swollen and puffy, of course.

“In the lo say?” Mira repeats Shaka's sentence. Shaka nodded with a tear that then dripped down at the corner of his eye.

“Lo forgot what promise you same me?” mira's voice was heard whispering, but was full of emphasis. His hand hit Shaka's chest repeatedly. "Forgot lo?!" his voice began to rise.

“Mir, it's Mir.” Barkah immediately held the wife's hand to stop beating Shaka.

“DIA APPOINT ME TO KEEP MY KIDS!” mira shouted with her loud voice, making everyone speechless. Mira's voice was like a slap to Shaka that made the man feel tightness in the chest. True, he had said that.

“MIR! ENOUGH!” Barkah immediately pulled Mira's hand, until the woman's body turned to face him. The woman cried sobbing with a chest that felt tight.

“But he promised to take care of my son..” His trembling ears still pointed at Shaka. His voice was not very clear because it was along with the sound of crying.

“Ssttt!! Already! Diem!” said Barkah with great emphasis. He took Mira's body into his arms and hugged her tightly.

“Lo don't see if he's taking good care of our son? Very good, until our child is healed. But he is Mir man, not all things he can control just because he has promised to take care of our child,” Barkah said wisely.

His hand rubbed Mira's back, but his eyes looked at Shaka who looked very sorry. “He tried his best. He's not just looking after our daughter, but our family. What is your present maki-maki? Do you think he is also not sad? Look, he was hit too. You don't fuck her?” Barkah continued to continue his sentence.

Shaka was just stifled, he pressed the sidelines in both corners of his watery eyes.

Mira did not chimed in, The sobbing woman let go of her husband's embrace. He turned around to look at Shaka. It was unexpected when Mira suddenly hugged Shaka. “Sorry me, tong,” said the woman.

His embrace was tight, rubbing Shaka's head gently like a mother to her child. He is well aware that the words of the Lord are the right ones. Shaka has been protecting his family without ever asking for it. But because of his anger, he poured his sorrow on Shaka.

“Maafin Shaka, Nyak,” Shaka said at last.

Mira shakes. “Lo is not wrong, the destiny of my life and my family is again tested as hard as this,” timpal Mira while patting slowly Shaka's back. "Gue is too angry with fate, until I forget to be grateful there are lo in my family," added Mira. Shaka does not understand, they embrace for a long time, while the others just fall silent, letting Mira and her family vent all her feelings so that they can then make peace with the situation.

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