Bad Boy Agents

Take home

Shaka is still wandering around the old shophouse building. He was looking for Gayatri whom he believed to have entered the area. There was one shophouse with an open rolling dor, Shaka immediately entered the place, but it turned out to be empty.

There was nothing there other than broken benches and unused push wheels. Shaka covered his nose as dust billowed from the room as he nudged one of the benches.

Shaka's search turned elsewhere. He immediately got out of the shophouse unit, surrounded the area and walked to the back of the shophouse. He then heard the voice of a man. Shaka's steps were made quickly towards that place. From a distance, Shaka saw Gayatri's hand being held by a tall man. The man was still wearing his helmet.

“Aya! I'm not going to do anything! I just want to talk to you. I won't be rude!” the man exclaimed without letting go of his hand which blocked Gayatri's arm.

Gayatri did not chim in, she chose to turn her eyes away. His face looked so frightened, that his body trembled.

“Hey! Leasin!” shaka shouted as he approached the man.

“Akh, shit!” The man immediately covered his full face helmet and turned to Shaka who was standing not far from him. Shaka walked gallantly, ready to face the helmeted man.

Without fear, Shaka immediately approached. He noticed that there was an emblem on the man's leather jacket. The emblem resembles a motorcycle genk identity with a picture of a skull and celurit surrounded by a burning fire.

Unfinished Shaka noticed the man's appearance, suddenly the man ran to attack Shaka. He raises his fist to Shaka's face but Shaka immediately brushes over. Shaka's higher posture than the man made Shaka easily grab the man's hand and he twisted on his back and he held it for a while.

“Lo know the meaning of rejection? Why do you make him? What do you want from Gayatri?” shaka asked quickly, locking her grip firmly on the man's arm.

“AKH!” the man did not answer. He turned around and kicked Shaka's leg behind him, forcing Shaka's leg to take several steps back.

Not only that, the man again raised one hand about to hit Shaka's face, but as quickly as lightning Shaka brushed the raw bogem away with his arm, smiling sarcastically at the helmeted man. His movements could be easily picked up by Shaka.

Shaka's long legs kicked back the man's stomach until he was pushed back and strayed over the pavingblock. Shaka immediately approached the man, grabbed the collar of his jacket and tried hard to open the man's helmet. But the man threw the pebbled earth into Shaka's eyes, so Shaka's eyes were forced to blink as a reflex.

Within seconds, the man kicked Shaka in the chest, Shaka could not dodge, only blocking the kick with his arm. At the same time the man immediately stood up and ran off the ridge leaving Shaka who was still rubbing his eyes because of the pain of the sand.

Very quickly the man went and turned on his motor before then running away without leaving a trace.

Shaka's vision began to clear. He rushed to Gayatri. “Lo okay?”

Shaka examined the condition of Gayatri who was deathly pale and trembling. He took cover behind his crossed hands in front of his face. Shaka tried to grab hold of Gayatri's trembling hand, but the girl shook it off quickly.

“Hey, I won't bother you. I just want to nolongin lo. It's okay, right?” shaka asked, holding Gayatri's hand. Looks like a very frightened Gayatri. Highlight his eyes barked in shock with cold sweat on his forehead.

Shaka rubbed the girl's hair covering her face. "Relax Aya, I came to nolong lo." Shaka said slowly.

The frightened Gayatri simply shook her head and immediately turned her face away from Shaka. Shaka felt that this girl seemed to have a trauma with the person. There were many things he wanted to ask, but it was certain that Gayatri would only be silent.

“Come, I anter lo go home. Lo can rest at home,” Shaka said with a feeling of Worry.

Gayatri just swallowed her saliva roughly. Slowly he straightened his body. Shaka reached out his hand to help Gayatri stand up, but the girl brushed him off. He chose to stand alone even in a hurry.

“Goshaaa, you break my heart, break my heart,” complained Shaka while smiling crazily got the rejection of umpteenth time from Gayatri. This girl is very stubborn. I don't know how long this girl will ignore her existence.

Gayatri stood alone. He walked away from Shaka. His skirt was soiled by sand and soil, he let it go. His steps continued to drift away in limping.

“Gue bonceng aja yes, do not need to bring your own motor,” bargain Shaka who runs beside Gayatri. Gayatri was silent, holding her bag tightly. Shaka saw the girl's hand was bruised, it seemed like he had put up a fight on the man.

“Gue can nganter lo safely to the destination. Lo motor let it be tipped first here, later I anterin. Relax, I will not take you away.” Shaka is still trying to offer. He walked backwards so that he could look at the Gayatri who was in front of him.

“Hey, I told you that I would be boncengin lo. Can you believe me at all? Danger if you bring a motor alone. I will not kidnap you anyway. It's for your own safety. Please, don't be too stubborn,” pinta Shaka seriously.

However, it is not Gayatri by name if not as hard as this head. He shook Shaka's hand, held his arm, and turned on his motor.

“Jeez nagaaaa, tuhaann Shaka held onto his head that was pulsing dizzy. His patience must indeed be as thick as an oxford dictionary to deal with a Gayatri. The girl still did not respond to him and instead drove off her motorcycle leaving Shaka.

“SH1T!” shaka Dengus. He immediately put on his helmet and turned on the motor to catch up with Gayatri. He would not let Gayatri go home alone.

The distance between himself and Gayatri, set Shaka in such a way. Not too far or too close. While following Gayatri, his brain did not stop thinking, guessing who exactly the man was. Why attack Gayatri and make the girl so scared?

The conscious Gayatri was being followed by Shaka, choosing not to turn towards his alley. He turned to the right, entered the area of the elite housing complex and stopped in front of the house whose fence was open. The house is quite big.

“Home lo here?” ask Shaka. He looked around the deserted Gayatri house.

Without replying to Shaka, Gayatri immediately entered the house with her motorcycle. After that he closed the fence again and remained silent for a while behind the closed gate while waiting for Shaka to leave from the front of this big house.

A little boy approached Gayatri, and Gayatri turned to the four-year-old. The boy instead smiled as he looked at Gayatri's cold face. This girl just realized, if this house is no longer empty, there are already residents.

“Kakak,” said the little boy. He crouched down to look at Gayatri motorbike which was plastered with stickers. Gayatri froze in place, not knowing what to do. The girl just waited for Shaka to leave.

Not long after, the sound of Shaka's motorbike left the mansion. Followed by Gayatri who rushed out of the house. Looking around to make sure that Shaka is no longer there, then turn to the left in different directions with Shaka.

Within a few meters, Gayatri arrived at a shortcut to her home. The real house. He was sure, Shaka wouldn't chase him all the way here, would he?

“You don't need to know anything about me, especially my family,” inner Gayatri. For Gayatri, Shaka knew her well enough as a schoolmate.

“Jeez Ayaaaa!! Why lo? Lo fell?” the mother's voice welcomed the new Gayatri. He noticed Gayatri's dirty uniform. Yesterday, the uniform was bought at a high price.

Gayatri did not answer, preferring to go into her house to change clothes and wash her clothes. More than that, he needed to calm himself down.

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"Bro, can you join me?" a message was received by Shaka from an unknown number. A location he also received, which was none other than the location of the race.

Shaka looks at the name and profile picture of the person who contacted him. 'Great Knight Rider' is the name of the motorcycle he once conquered. Shaka smiled a little, it seems that his chances of getting into this famous motorcycle genk are quite large. Thanks to several victories, Shaka began to be known as a black rider. It's the fourth genk motor that offered him to join.

"What do I get when I join and win?" reply Shaka.

"Lo is my deputy. We're gonna need all the motorcycles in Jakarta." A tempting offer was accepted by Shaka.

"Gue hold your talk." That line of approval messages that Shaka sent.

"Lo's waiting headquarters," Reply with a photo of a member of the motorcycle gang that is quite a lot and creepy.

Shaka just smiled a little. he turned off his phone screen again and continued on his way home.

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