Bad Boy Agents

Welcome to departure

A Gayatri was sitting alone in her treatment room. The girl was staring at her television screen which revealed news of the arrest of an international drug kingpin. The news became very viral because it dragged the good name of the school where Gayatri studied.

Parents of students come to school to ask for clarity for their children. Two days of school in London. Right after the principal's arrest a few days ago.

The school has not yet given an answer. The government will intervene and call the foundation owners to resolve the issue. The future of the students should not be ignored. Especially students who are currently sitting in class XII and will soon face exams.

The news of Rasya's passing became a second trending one. The post, which Shaka once lifted with the help of a buzzer, turned out to get serious attention from netizens. These deaths have also been linked to current school conditions.

Whether to get news sources from where, which is clear netizens are already clever. The science of fitology they had led to the conclusion that Rasya died because he knew of drug syndicates in his school.

“Good children called him cepet, husnul khotimah Rasya...”.

“Gak kebayang how his family feels. His death was closed because there was no evidence. God sent that much evidence. Justice is for you Rasya.”

“Rasyaaa.. did you see? Your death is now the concern of many. You used to be considered unimportant, but look, now everyone is working to get you justice. It's quiet in nature there. Your departure is accompanied by many do'a.”

There are many more netizen posts that make Gayatri smile. He rubbed his tears that involuntarily dripped just like that. He picked up a phone nearby and he reopened the gallery that holds many memories with his loved ones, especially Rasya.

Those sharp round eyes were staring at the handsome face of a teenage boy sitting beside him. The man smiled brightly, revealing a row of his teeth hanging white. While sitting, this teenager looks very handsome. Then in the photo, it is clear that Gayatri is looking at Rasya with admiration. The same admiration he was feeling right now.

“Sya, I can't make your birthday show in bromo. But I'm sure, you're happy there. People send a lot of do'a to you. It is calm there... I'm so happy to release Lo.”

The words were said by Gayatri while hugging her cell phone tightly. A glint of Rasya's face flashed across his mind. His excited voice also resonated in Gayatri's ears.

“Semangan Aya cantiikkk...” that sentence that Rasya always said while rubbing Gayatri's head with affection. Three months had Rasya gone and the memories were still recorded clearly in Gayatri's memory without any one lack of anything.

In the middle of his mind that was being linked to Rasya's figure, there was someone who was now at the door of his treatment room and was watching him. He saw the sadness of Gayatri and relief because Rasya finally got justice.

Shaka smiled happily. The relief, Shaka felt it too. So, he decided to go into the room, slowly so as not to disturb Gayatri who was playing with his imagination.

The pair of round eyes then opened as he realized that someone was standing before him. The man hid his face behind a bucket of lilies that smelled very fresh.

“Shaka,” says Gayatri.

Shaka immediately showed his face, tilted to the left so that Gayatri could see his handsome face. The man's face looked tired, but there was a gurgle of relief and happiness on his face.

“Good morning, princess,” greet Shaka with her fluffy smile. He gave the bucket to Gayatri and the girl smiled.

“Morning, Mr Agent,” timpal Gayatri while receiving flowers given by Shaka. He smelled the flower, closed his eyes for a while and enjoyed a nerve-soothing sensation in his head.

Shaka took a seat beside Gayatri's bed. He looked at the pretty face that looked blushing.

Gayatri nodded slowly. He opened his eyes and looked at Shaka. “Still,” his ideal with a wide smile.

Shaka smiled back once and rubbed Gayatri's head fondly. “Sama-sama,” says lightly. “What are you rasain now?” ask the man later.

“Better. You already nyelesein lo?” affairs Gayatri noticed Shaka's tired-looking face. It is certain that this man did not sleep all night.

“Udah. All went well. Thanks to lo and temen-tenu. Unfortunately, I can't reveal it in public. I'm afraid there are still syndicate members who roam around and threaten your safety with lo.” Shaka said to debgan.

Gayatri nodded her head in understanding, “Then I care about my dependable friends,” said Gayatri with full confidence.

“Gue should be grateful. You guys are amazing.” Again Shaka rubbed Gayatri's head affectionately and this time pecked the shoots of his head long enough and deep.

Gayatri could only close her eyes, her blood swishing for this sweet treatment from Shaka.

Long enough Shaka kissed Gayatri's head and now they look at each other. “Lo is tired. Rest gih. Later you eat, Enyak again buy breakfast in front,” refer Gayatri.

“Hem. I want to rest here yes,” pinta Shaka. The man got off the bed and sat down on the chair. Then lay his head on the mattress, while holding Gayatri's hand attached to the infusion.

“Lo back can pegel. Mending on the sofa,” Gayatri did not understand, why people like to sit and sleep there. Mira and Barkah are the same. There is a sofa in this room.

“Gue don't want to be away from you. I want to spend more time with you. I don't want to worry and fear anymore.” Shaka said with all his heart. Just look at the look in his eyes that held a lot of anxiety.

Gayatri smiled a little. He put the bucket on his thigh, while his hand rubbed Shaka's head. The man closed his eyes for a moment. Feeling the gentle rubbing of Gayatri's hand that spoiled her. Some of the load is gone, no longer feel tightness.

“Lo is scared because after this, you will go right?” ask Gayatri clearly. The question that made Shaka reopen those slightly red eyes.

The man was silent. He looked at Gayatri's face with emotion. The true feelings Gayatri could not describe.

Without words, Shaka suddenly moved from his place. Standing next to Gayatri, he cupped the face with one wide hand. Without excuse, the man kissed Gayatri's lips. A kiss that makes them feel the same distress.

There was no invitation, but the tears were dripping together. Gayatri's question is too precise and Shaka has not been able to provide an answer that could calm the girl down.

No, but rather the answer to calming himself down as well.

They can only hold on for a few moments. Expressing feelings through saliva exchanges that are sometimes interspersed with sobs and tears.

They stopped for a while. Shaka puts his head on Gayatri's forehead, making their noses meet. Both of them closed their eyes, feeling the rest of the subtle hissing that filled the blood flow of the two.

There were no words spoken, both of them were silent.