Bad Boy Agents

Because rainbows are real, even if they are only biased in light

More than an hour waiting, the light above the operating room door was finally extinguished. Not long after, the sliding door opened and revealed the figure of a doctor who came out of the room.

“Family patient Miss Gayatri?” ask the man.

“I,” fourteen people it compact turned. I don't know who answered.

“Ooo...” The doctor was shocked and confused to see the response of this many people.

“Where is my son Doc?” ask the one who is advancing ahead.

The doctor exhaled slowly, a relief that was revealed through his pinched smile. "We sit down, sir" the doctor asked.

Barkah nodded obediently, he followed the doctor to sit in the waiting chair and Mira came closer.

"Princess, hold on well. It seems, God is very protective," said the doctor, smiling knots.

"Alhamdulillah...." Barkah and the others compactly rubbed his face full of gratitude.

"This thing is protecting her." The doctor also issued a necklace identity plate made of stainless metal.

"That's, mine doc," Shaka immediately approached. He fears his identity is revealed in front of Gayatri's friends.

"Please get it," the doctor gave Shaka the necklace.

Shaka watched his necklace carefully, the edge of his identity plate slightly concave, the bullet impact marks. There was blood drying on the surface of the plate, then he held the object tightly.

"The necklace has made the bullet miss. The bleeding experienced by the father's daughter, not because of a shot that penetrated his chest. Except because of bullet fragments and incision wounds that are quite long due to the missed bullet."

"We've stitched up some of the wounds and removed the debris. That's why, the action in the operating room is completed faster. In a few hours, it looks like your daughter will soon be awake. Great spirit, she's a great and strong girl." the doctor said as he patted Barkah's bowed shoulder.

Everyone in the room was full of gratitude. They embrace each other full of relief.

"Thank you very much, Doc, thank you" the man sobbed. Mira embraces Barkah's body and they cry at the same time. There was a smile rising over the relief he was getting, but that sense of anxiety still remained.

"Either. Now, Mom and Dad can wait for the patient in the treatment room. The nurse will take him there soon. The father's daughter's personal belongings have also been tidied up. I'll check back later."

"Okay Doc, again thank you," said Barkah.

"Thank you Doc" said Gayatri's friends.

The doctor nodded with a smile. After that he returned to his room and left those who were overwhelmed with happiness.

Galih approached her parents, they hugged each other with happy cries. Meanwhile, Shaka was still silent in his place. He looked at the necklace he had given Gayatri some time ago. He still did not expect, if this necklace that turned out to save his girl's life.

"What kind of a canyon? I think it's good until the bullet misses everything? A seettt! Hush!" ledek the curious God wanted to see.

"Kepo" said Shaka, hiding the necklace and putting it in his pocket.

"A love sign? What's a make-up necklace? No telling what lo," Zaidan deliberately punched Shaka in the arm.

Shaka only blushed, in response to the jokes of his friends.

"Lo shit, messing around again. Beh the Shaka nih Beh! Macarin Aya didn't say anything! Have you asked for blessing yet?" exclaim Anton then.

"Really lo?" asked Barkah who stopped her crying for a moment. His eyes glared at Shaka.

Shaka immediately straightened his body. "Emm, actually.." the man was immediately clumsy.

"Lo ngaku! Really my macarin boy?" Mira asked. Not only did she ask, but the woman moved out of her place and approached Shaka.

"Lo campus! Belom again there is his brother, the end of history lo, Shaka, " said Zaidan who frightened Shaka. With both hands he told his friends to get out of the way before the fire country attacked.

"My money!" mira exclaimed with round eyes while dragging Shaka's ears.

"A a awww... I-iya Nyak, I'm the same deket Aya.." I'm Shaka who is in pain.

"Huh, you know!" Mira finally let go of her jewel. He looked at Shaka who was still grimacing in pain and then hit his arm. "Behold if you make my son cry. I circumcised you!" threaten the woman while she ruffles her waist.

"Ahahahahay, rasain wants circumcision!" exclamation Anton.

"Hush! don't laugh! It's a hospital. Keep your ethics." Reminds me immediately.

"Oh yeah, geez Beh, sorry. I'm sorry for the patients, but...." Anton cupped his hands in front of his chest. After experiencing such a stressful event, tagging Shaka turns out to be a tension-relieving drug. When else would tease their commander who turned out to be romantic?

"Ready Beh!" exclaim friends Gayatri. They are compact because it is certain that Gayatri will be fine.

In the treatment room at the moment Gayatri is. The girl was accompanied by her parents who were loyal to guard the girl who was still under the influence of drugs. Mira faithfully stroked Gayatri, occasionally blowing a wound on her daughter's forehead covered in plaster. Beside him was Barkah, who clasped his daughter's hand tightly and kissed her occasionally.

"Don't blow the mouth of the wound, the germs from your mouth, stick in the wound of my son," the protester was thrown Barkah on his wife.

"Then anyway? Don't you akh!" Mira doesn't believe it.

"Aah, don't even believe it. You kiss your own mouth, a lot of the germs so they stink."

"Well, yeah?" Mira cupped her hands in front of her mouth and exhaled her breath there. The woman immediately pursed her lips and pursed the lobe of her nose.

"Well, kiss, right?" said Barkah later.

"Hehehehehe...." Mira immediately rubbed her hands onto her own clothes. The small clothes Alya lent him.

"Sorry Yes Neng, even Enya blowin is a wound." Mira looked at Gayatri guiltily.

"By the way, you inget not Bang, the first Aya really do not sleep. Another baby every hour wake up, mebek asked for ASI, but he even a henchman. Must be at the centile of his feet let him get up and cry." Mira rubbed her daughter's head gently.

"I don't think my son is big now. He grew up and became a strong and strong boy. When she was sick yesterday, I felt anxious about my son when he was a baby. Dieeemmm keep, no talking. My world feels lonely. I often mess up, because I always require him to mature, understand the condition of the family, learn to find a way out for the problems he faces."

"That's not all wrong, because he has to be ready for the future. What's wrong is, because I wasn't there when he needed me. Without me realizing it, my assumption that he had to grow up was actually far from me to him."

"Lately, I miss my spoiled son. I also miss his behavior that makes me rise in blood. Some days I don't see her at home, I can't sleep. I sometimes daydream, and he calls me. 'Hyaaakk.. The name of Aya's shoes? Nyaaakk, Aya's sports clothes are not there? Nyaakkk, sorry the lunchbox missed at school. Nyaaakkk, Aya is still sleepy...." Mira's voice began to weaken. Eyes glazed.

"Hyakkkaya capeekk, don't want to go to school. Nyaaaakk... I want to sleep well, not feel well. Nyaakk... Aya want to tell, horrified, do not see the mulu gossip," this time Mira's sentence stopped. Replacing the weeping that he held with his own hands.

"Gue lost many moments with him. I tried to heal myself, but I forgot that I was not the only one who was disappointed and hurt. My selfishness is even more wound in the mental of my son. Oh, my God, what have I been doing all this time?" Mira glued while hiccupping. He is truly very sorry.

Barkah does not chim. He grabbed the body of the wife and he took the woman into his arms and he closed tightly. While one hand was still holding Gayatri's hand. Last night he promised not to let go of the hands of his two favorite women.

Outside the room, there was Galih sitting on the waiting bench. He remained silent in his place alone. Shaka says that he will buy a drink and asks Galih to wait for him. While waiting for Shaka, the man took a walk around the room. The longer, the farther. Then he arrived at a room with the ER.

From the door slit, he saw a row of patient blankars that were not too full. There are two blankars that are side by side and it looks like the medics are taking action. I don't know what they were doing, but a few moments later they left. Leave the patient alone.

The eyes of Galih were rounded, as his gaze caught the figure of Oliver lying on the bed. Both his legs and hands are fitted with a thick bandage. While his ankles and hands are attached to handcuffs. If Galih remembers, both legs and hands were injured because he shot after the man shot Gayatri.

Suddenly, there was anxiety in Galih's heart. His sharp eyes then blackened, his desire for revenge appearing just like that. He was not satisfied just because he had shot the man. The man can still babble in Russian. And then his determination appeared. With confidence Galih turned the door handle of the ER room and he pushed it open.

"Where are you going?" ask a voice with his hand holding Galih's hand.

Galih glanced at the person cynically. "Deliver!" exclaim that man. He didn't like this guy meddling in his affairs.

"Gue is loose, it means I let the problem get bigger. I prefer to shoot you, so you do not get weird Shaka problem," said the girl who is none other than Alya.

Galih smiled faintly, annoyed with the girl's words. He shook Alya's hand violently and let go of her hand. "Love claps one hand, you better stop. You know who Shaka likes?" Galih's revenge attempt turns out to be quite annoying for Alya.

Alya smiled wryly, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned against the wall and looked at the clean and healthy living behavior poster before her.

"Adek lo is a kid. We understand the conditions of our work, especially Shaka. After her sister's case is over, you think Shaka will still be here?" the sentence was uttered cynically by Alya.

Galih turned to Alya and looked at the woman sharply. "You mean Shaka is just my maenin adek?" the man seemed to be unacceptable.

Alya lightly sniffed her shoulders. "Shaka never messes around. But, is there a guy who is strong LDRan same chick? Those who have a girl in front of their eyes can still glance at the passing. Interests are pursued directly because of curiosity. Moreover, someone who has the instinct of a hunter like Shaka. Aren't you?" Alya smiled cynically while raising her pair of eyebrows compactly.

"Lo's wrong, not all guys are like that." Galih also does not want to lose.

"Yes? Is there a man who is not? I really want to believe it, but by the way, the weak guy model lo. Let alone girls, the same chance a little lo to distract," mocked Alya.

"Heh, watch your mouth!" Galih directly held onto Alya's arm roughly. Very rough to the point of pain. "Need proof?" Galih asked firmly.

Alya just sniffed her shoulders and pointed at Galih's hand to get out of the way. Galih does not let go. "We make a deal, don't put any distance between us as long as you're here. After that, you can go anywhere. If I forget the same lo and glance at the new girl, you win. But if I stay, you lose," challenge Galih.

Alya was silent for a moment, he looked at Galih for some time. "If you're not looking for trouble, I can think of it." That was the girl's short answer, once then passed away leaving Galih still in his place.

Galih only smiled slightly, the girl was indeed stubborn. But he's pretty good, the proof is he put a bottle of mineral water on the bench. Probably taken from Shaka.

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