Bad Boy Agents

Night Visit

"Go home too!"

Gayatri's return was greeted by the sound of her mother's nagging because it was more than an hour late from the time it should have been. Ever since hearing the sound of Gayatri's motorbike stopping in front of her soto shop, the woman's eyes immediately rounded.

Gayatri does not chim. Despite still wearing his school uniform, Gayatri immediately picked up an apron, a small notebook and a ballpoint. His long hair he tied up high and prepared to serve the buyers who came.

"Other times maghrib just go home so as not to get stuck. Let me get choked up." Although Gayatri had already started work, Mira's frustration was not finished. His hands are busy pocketing the customer soto.

"What agent lo bang?" mira asked the two people who approached Gayatri.

“Soto chicken two. No need to use rice, make it at home,” a man in a blue shirt, message Gayatri.

Gayatri immediately recorded it and gave the note to the mother. The mother made the order and not long after she shouted, “Soto chicken two,”

A man immediately approached and took his order while exchanging it for some money.

“As for Aya,” exclaimed the man to Gayatri who was placing an order on the customer's desk. Gayatri just turned her head then nodded slowly.

The two people who were sitting on the chairs looked at Gayatri who placed her order on the table. They smiled with interest. “Yes, have you got a boyfriend yet? So my ghost wants to not?” asked a man with the head of a pelontos aged almost equal to Barkah.

“Kid you already have what to bargain with my daughter? Can you help me pay my debt?” the mother who complains, while Gayatri prefers to go to do other work.

“Lah, very Mpok matre. Nowadays do not just think about money and money doang, the important thing is happy, happy life.” The man spoke Mira.

“Gue is not matre, but realistic. My son every day in the soto meal, if he is married, at least in the same steak and steak. Same time soto again. And that's all he bought with money!"

"Where are people happy today without money? There's no! What else is the man of today on belagu. Slightly cheated, had little money, cheated! Even crazier no saucy and no money, continue his cheating work. If you want to belagu, at least have money! Let my son keep on feeding.” A Mira really likes to talk so bluntly.

“Hahahahha.. if so the child Mpok want Mpok to tell depend on a boy dong?” a man with no teeth hit Mira.

“What is my son doing? It must be the responsibility of inner birth. If my child is married just to be in bed, mending find j^blay only on the side of the road. If you are just a cook, do not have to marry, just eat every day in warteg. If you want to be a njuci same ngasuh his children, find a maid. My son mah I gedein I educated to be queen, not babu.”

Mira so passionately expressed her feelings. Gayatri smiled inwardly. Such is the mother, behind her calf's accent that seems rough and tight, actually her heart is very good. That's why Gayatri never denied the woman. He believes that every parent always tries to give the best for their children, in their own way.

“Jeez the Mpok, if you like it really already. Bang Barkah neither Mpok?”

“So he is mah. Where dare. If you dare, I stay let nyaho.”

“Cakep Mpok!!” The two men pointed their thumbs at Mira.

“Cakep sakep aja lo say it, where to pay first! Continues to hunt back, anak bini lo nungguin side dishes rice tuh,” fierce woman, which makes both customers chuckle amused.

“Ya udeh Mpok, thanks yes. Hopefully dapet mantu who Mpok craved,” timpal man then give some money to Mira.

“Hemh, Aamiin..” timpal Mira.

The two men passed away, alternating with other visitors who gradually came. Until late in the night, Gayatri was still at the cashier's desk, serving the order of the two remaining men. They are making payments, maybe they will be the last customer because the soto is already sold out.

After the two customers left, Gayatri continued her next task, which was to clean the benches, wipe the tables and sweep the floor. At the cashier's desk was the mother who was calculating income today. It separates money based on its nominal.

“Tomorrow you pay SPP, here's this money.” Mira put a stack of money on the table that was overlaid with a box of tisue. Gayatri just looked at the mother who was busy counting her money. Occasionally lick his finger when it is difficult to separate the sheets of money.

“Mommy has bought a new uniform, tomorrow the shirt does not need to be used again. Belel, it's too small. You're like a child of worms.” That sentence became an addition from Mira.

Gayatri's lips wanted to thank her, but somehow it was so hard and heavy. Like his voice stuck in the throat. He tried hard to let out his voice, until his hand gripped the washcloth firmly.

“Sama-sama,” added the woman while glancing at Gayatri. That sentence he meant to answer the expression of the princess's gratitude in the bottom of his heart. It was evident from the way Gayatri was looking at him.

The girl swallowed back her saliva violently and proceeded to clear the stool.

‘Ting!’

The sound of the door bell rang loudly, a sign of a visitor coming.

"The photo is abis. Back again tomorrow!" mira exclaimed without looking at the entrance. He is busy calculating his income today.

In contrast to Mira, Gayatri immediately turned her head and her eyes rounded looking at the male figure standing in the doorway. The man was wearing a leather jacket and holding a full face helmet in his left hand.

“Aya,” said the man while looking at Gayatri who looked surprised. Gayatri did not chim in, she only took a few steps back and immediately turned away. “Aya, wait!” the man held off Gayatri's hand so as not to leave.

“Heh, what do you want?! Take my son's hand!” mira exclaimed as she approached while carrying a broom in her hand.

Gayatri's hand was immediately released. The girl immediately moved away and went to her house. Leaving the man with the mother who challenged him with a broom that he could smash at any time.

In a different place, Shaka just arrived at a rocky road with thin asphalt. The tares on the side of the road swayed in the gusts of the night wind against the brightly lit moon, contrasting with the dark night sky. There were no stars in sight, only a faint fog around it that made the atmosphere of this night feel gripping.

Again, the agent went back to this place to look for pieces of evidence. He noticed that the asphalt was covered in a white pilok about the size of the body of an eighteen-year-old teenager.

Traces of the former drag are still clearly visible. About eight meters of the body was dragged and then lay on the edge of a sharp pebbled road. It was seen from the friction of the Rasya buckle with rough asphalt.

It had come several times, but he had not found any clues in this place yet. Shaka could imagine, the body of the younger brother lying in his current place. He tried to see this point from various points of view, he could only imagine two motorcycles doing a chase action in this area.

Within five meters the motorcycle behind the overtake, blocking the motor a few inches in front of him to make the motorcycle belonging to Rasya fell, because there are fragments of the rearview on the paved road.

Shaka touched the area and found the shard of the rearview mirror he picked up and put it in plastic. Not far from where it is, there are traces of motor paint stuck to the road surface. Blue and white like Rasya's motor paint.

After Rasya fell, it was likely that the person dragged Rasya's body and laid him on the side of the road. He could not push Rasya's body down because there was a barbed wire fence that was a roadblock with a ravine down there.

Below that is the garden of cassava. For a month now no one has dared to harvest it because it is still surrounded by police lines. In addition, Rasya's death is still considered scary so no one dared to approach. Until this place, Shaka lost track. There were only drops of blood on the leaves that started to dry and black. He also could not imagine what the continuation would be like because there was no CCTV footage or brake tracks in this place.

But wait, Shaka immediately crouched down when he saw the trail near his feet. A person's footprints, either a trace of the party who evacuated Rasya's body or the perpetrator. Clearly, there were four tacks scattered under the grass. Shaka put it in plastic and then put it away.

He also took pieces of paper that were dirty and wet by the ground, but still he put it in plastic. He hopes all these little things can give clues to his investigation. For Shaka, everything related to his sister is very important and he will not miss it in the least.

After gathering everything together, Shaka fell silent on the edge of the abyss. Staring at the nanar of cassava leaves that wiggle exposed to the gusts of night wind. His hair that gondrong he guyar just like that, dance with the wind. His originally pushy gaze, turned to look at the night sky that was like a curve down in the distance there. The moon that illuminated her, as if reflecting on Rasya's smiling face to her.

“I miss you,” muttered Shaka with red and teary eyes. I don't know when he'll find the perpetrator for his sister's murder?

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