Bad Boy Agents

Stalker

Gayatri was still gripping herself in front of the mirror. This morning he was wearing a new uniform that his mother bought at a famous clothing store yesterday afternoon. Uniforms are not sold freely in the market, the price is quite expensive.

The size of the new shirt is more fitting, not too small or too big. The length of this bluish-gray rampel skirt is not too short. Gayatri tried it while sitting, her skirt was not lifted too high, no need to cover with a cardigan.

Gayatri must admit, that she is more confident in these clothes. The color of the top is still pure white makes his face look brighter. Also its tie in the form of a small ribbon sweetens its appearance.

Stay he equipped with a vest sweater and blazer colored navy. During this time Gayatri more often wear cardigan because the blazer is small. But now, he did not need to wear a leather jacket even though he had to ride his motorcycle. This blazer is quite thick and can withstand the wind.

After her clothes were neat, Gayatri combed her long, waist-straight hair. Her dense, black hair looked slightly wavy at the bottom. He accidentally made her curly, her hair curled naturally at the end. To make it look neat, Gayatri tied it to a ponytail. It will feel comfortable as he learns because his hair is not in the way.

But wait, he's not ready to appear this open. Gayatri took off her hair tie. He would rather cover his neck with that thick hair. His face was slightly covered with strands of hair so as not to be seen clearly. Yeah, this is better.

After everything was neat, Gayatri immediately picked up her backpack. Wearing his shoes and picking up the helmet he put on the study table.

“Wiih, very cute son of the Father. It was a big time,” Barkah who first teased him, when Gayatri came out of the room. Mira who was preparing breakfast also turned her head. The corner of his lips was drawn thinly curled when he saw the appearance of his beautiful daughter in her new uniform.

“Breakfast first neng,” Barkah pull up a chair for Gayatri. The girl sat down for a while just to eat a cow's eye egg and sip a glass of milk. After everything goes into the stomach, it immediately moves.

“Hurry very,” comment Rectum. He noticed that Gayatri was wearing her backpack.

“Do not see what time is it?” cynical Mira. The man saw the wall clock and it turned out to be half-seven. Gayatri was already late, it was only fitting that the girl was in a hurry.

“Pake first her helmet.” Without asking Barkah to put a helmet on his daughter. “So great my son,” still the man praised Gayatri while smiling showing a row of his teeth yellowing from smoking cigarettes. He put a helmet strap under Gayatri's chin and patted both sides of the helmet.

"Student learning, according to the teacher, do not be picky and defend its value. You are a great father, spirit!!!" barkah exclaimed as he kissed Gayatri's forehead until his nose was pitted against the glass helmet.

"Your father's coffee is not stirred Aya, so his head is not quail." Mira insinuates the husband who behaves sweetly to their daughter. Barkah just chuckled at the pressure of his wife.

Gayatri was still with her cold demeanor. After completion he immediately approached his favorite motorcycle and went to school using the motor matic. Barkah stared for a moment, looking at the direction of Gayatri's passing while waving his hand.

“Gue kok kangen very well yes my son who used to be very noisy,” muttered Barkah while looking at the direction of the passage of Gayatri which left only a puff of smoke exhaust motor. He also looked at his small family photo on the wall. A picture of him and his wife with their two children.

His heavy breathing looked at the photo he took two years. His eyes were a little red and teary. Slowly her tears trickled down, she rubbed roughly with her big arm. There was a dragon tattoo on his arm.

“Pake your shirt, open the shop now. Don't even mewek, shy tuh same dragon tattoo.” Mira blurted cynically. He threw the husband's shirt and Barkah caught him.

The man looked at the wife who was lifting a big pot for him to sell. A woman who rarely makes eye contact with him is right, if there is no point in condemning the sadness of her family at this time. Doesn't life have to go on?

Barkah finally moved from his place, he put on his shirt and went to the soto stall in front of his house. He opened the window blinds one by one and let the sunlight in. He stared for a moment at the clear sky, opposite his gloomy life. The man who is no longer young hopes, may happiness soon return to his small family.

"Today I'm not going to the market, help you in the store. Kasian you must be tired, right?" ask suddenly.

"That's you know! Where are you going?!" Mira chimed in cynically.

"Ah well, very bad indeed lo. Damaged yes clutch lo until innannya mulu mulu me." He looked at his wife from a distance. The woman was wearing a koyo on her left and right temples, seemingly unwell.

"I'm sorry yes, I made a lot of lo kelins," said Barkah full of regrets.

Mira glanced at the husband who today was completely different. "The curtain is open all, not in this case," said Mira. She did not answer her husband's apology.

He just breathed his breath out violently. He knows that apologizing to his wife is not that easy.

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“This is really, Shaka wants to play swimming with kids just because they want to talk to Aya?” the voice was clearly heard by Gayatri as she passed through one corner of the classroom, near the mading.

“Iyaa, I also heard that. It was the kids on nanya in the group, but Shaka didn't answer,” chimps other voices.

The curious Gayatri immediately checked her group messenger. It turns out there's been thousands of chats who don't know what to talk about. Gayatri read the message at a glance, and it turned out to be true, the group was crowded after Zaidan posted the announcement of a swimming match between Shaka and Dewanto.

The show is tomorrow afternoon, but the group residents are already crowded providing support from now on. The group residents are divided into two camps, Shaka team and Dewa team. I don't know which one of them will win.

Gayatri ignored that, for her it was none of her business. Even though the reason Shaka was swimming was because he wanted to talk to her, but he was not the one who challenged her. He did not promise that he would talk to Shaka.

“Stupid! He should have asked me, I have the right to decide whether or not to talk to him.” Gayatri cursed in her heart.

The girl continued her steps and several pairs of eyes were on her. He could only look down, hiding his face behind his thick hair. He was so quick to get to class.

“Ssttt, already!” wanda said when she saw the arrival of Gayatri. Apparently they were talking about Gayatri. Gayatri who had hesitated to enter the class, continued her steps slowly. Someone suddenly preceded him.

“For Shakaa...” welcome Beautiful with her bright face.

“Morning,” says Shaka is not too bright as usual. The man deliberately slightly nudged Gayatri and did not apologize. As Gayatri turned her head, the man simply glanced and raised his linked eyebrows. “Morning too,” he said with a tengil, whereas Gayatri did not say hello in the least.

Of course Gayatri did not reply, she simply turned her face away and sat in her place. Shaka also sat down, he deliberately rewinded his chair and slightly looked up. “Watch me yes, tomorrow. And I hope you don't run away. If you run away, you also humiliate you and your own friends. I can say that you guys are a bunch of losers,” Shaka said while smiling cynically.

He glanced at Gayatri a little and the girl seemed to be slowly opening up her textbook, like she was not listening to Shaka talk.

Shaka did not care about it, he was sure that Gayatri heard his speech. The man gave a small smile seeing Gayatri rewind her body and lean on her stool. His hand tapped the ballpoint into his book, indicating that the girl was feeling challenged.

During the lesson hours, Gayatri and Shaka did not interact much, including at recess. Although their benches were close together, Gayatri preferred to read her textbooks, while Shaka remained mobbed by the girls who adored her. The girls gather at Shaka's desk until the end of lesson time.

After today's lesson, Gayatri decided to go home soon. He did not want to get any more scolding from his mother. Moreover, the woman had bought him a new uniform. Gayatri should be grateful for her mother's gift.

“Aya! I used to play basketball, you're safe going home alone?” call Zaidan who shouts from the basketball court.

As always, Gayatri does not chim. He ran small leaving the basketball court because of the very hot sun. Behind him was Shaka who was walking leisurely. The man behind him deliberately kept his distance from Gayatri because the girl looked uncomfortable.

“WOY!!! Look out you're disturbing the Aya! Inget, if the God loses, then you can talk to Aya,” Zaidan yelling at Shaka from the basketball field.

Shaka just smiled slightly as he gave his thumbs up to Zaidan. Of course, he held their agreement. You just have to wait for tomorrow, right?

The man continued his steps. He saw that Gayatri's motor had already driven towards the gate. I don't know why the girl was in such a hurry. “The girl is always busy with her own world,” Shaka murmured. He watched Gayatri come out the gate. There was nothing strange until Shaka saw a motorcycle following Gayatri from behind. The motorcycle was speeding as if it was about to catch up with Gayatri.

A sensitive Shaka with unusual conditions, soon catches up with Gayatri. He drove his motorbike at high speed, looking for Gayatri and the motorized man who had been lurking and chasing after him.

His attention widened around the streets he passed. Directions straight ahead there is not the way Gayatri came home, so he chose to turn to the left. Tracing the streets that began to desolate. Not far from where Shaka was, he saw Gayatri motorcycles parked in front of an old building with a sports motorcycle he had seen earlier.

Shaka sped up the speed of his bike and stopped next to the Gayatri motor. He looked for gayatri around the place, no footprints of Gayatri left but an iron gate that was still moving like a container in the thrust.

Shaka immediately entered the area of the building. Searching for Gayatri's whereabouts carefully. His ears he plugs wide to catch any sound. Who exactly was that person, what did he want from a Gayatri?

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