Bad Boy Agents

Scorching

About five minutes of time Shaka spent changing clothes. He put his wet shirt in plastic and placed it in his gym bag. He smoothed out a bit of his appearance, his face looked fresh and clean. He ruffled his straight and straight hair. He slightly tidied up by combing it backwards using his fingers. After feeling neat, the man immediately came out of the dressing room.

His lips smiled as he looked at Gayatri who was still waiting for him in front of the indoor pool. The girl was standing leaning against the wall while scaling. His right leg was motionless, like aching waiting. I don't know what he saw out there. Shaka poked Gayatri on the right cheek, when the girl turned to the right, she moved to the left.

“Gue here,” whispered Shaka in Gayatri's left ear.

The girl stopped to look again, she continued her steps away from the indoor pool. Shaka soon caught up with her, walking beside Gayatri while occasionally glancing at the girl.

“It was crashing. What do you want to eat?” shaka asked as he elbowed Gayatri's right arm. As usual Gayatri did not answer and it was not unusual for Shaka. He flipped his body, walking backwards in front of Gayatri. Somehow, walking in this way began to be a fun thing to do while with Gayatri.

“Gue denger chicken noodles canteen mom is delicious. We eat that, right? You don't mind, do you?” Shaka accidentally offers Gayatri his favorite food. Several times he saw Gayatri eating chicken noodles voraciously during the break.

“Diam means yes. I began to understand you,” Shaka added while flicking his finger in front of the girl. His lips smiled widely as Gayatri glanced at him for a moment.

They walked to the canteen. Several pairs of eyes watched the two teenagers. They whispered and didn't know what to say. To be honest Shaka felt very curious about the whispers of those students, but watching Gayatri walking beside him, was much more pleasant.

Arriving at the canteen, Shaka immediately ordered two chicken noodles. The chicken noodle seller made two different menus. One regular serving while one more serving without mustard. “This is different?” ask Shaka.

“Make Aya right?” ask the chicken noodle seller.

“Iya,” Shaka nodded for sure.

“He doesn't like mustard,” says noodle seller.

Shaka's mouth was rounded and he nodded in understanding. It seems like this noodle seller is well aware of what Gayatri does not like. “Bikinin all the same drink ya bang, I don't know what he likes to drink,” pinta Shaka.

“Cold mineral water, like.” One bottle of cold mineral water prepared by the noodle seller.

“Don't, the usual. She sneezed, ” rejected Shaka.

“Oh, yes udah.” The noodle seller immediately replaced it with bottled water that is not cold. Two bottles with for Shaka.

“Gue bring water. Please bring the noodles yes bang,”

“Iya, first sono!”

Shaka complied and he immediately sat down in front of Gayatri. “Minum lo." He put the bottle on Gayatri's cheek from the back until the girl was stunned. "Gue brought cold water, because you just sneezed,” without guilt the man sat casually in front of Gayatri.

Gayatri simply fell silent, staring at the bottle of mineral water. “Sama-sama. Drink,” Shaka also opens bottle caps for Gayatri. Gayatri immediately took over the drinking bottle from Shaka's hand and gulped it down quietly. From the way Gayatri drank, Shaka could see that this girl was a tomboyish girl.

The noodle seller also brought the order. One bowl of noodles he placed in front of Gayatri and another bowl he placed in front of Shaka. “Still bang,” says Shaka.

“Hem,” just that noodle seller's legit before then passed.

Shaka put a piece of tissue next to Gayatri's bowl, then wiped the spoon and fork with the other tissue and thrust it at Gayatri with a smile. I love this guy showing off his clean and neat rows of teeth.

Gayatri took it without hesitation. The two strangers started enjoying the noodles. Sometimes Gayatri notices Shaka. He was quite startled when Shaka suddenly rubbed the corners of his lips with a tissue.

“Lo kayak boy, eat him belepotan,” Shaka said with a smile. Gayatri could only be astonished at Shaka's behavior. “Sama-sama. Continue eating,” the man considers Gayatri's strange gaze as a thank you.

Gayatri smiled inwardly with Shaka's attitude. It was hard to talk to her. He did a lot of things to upset this man and stay away from him. Why does he keep trying to get closer?

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“How did you hear from Shaka?” ask Dwi who is starting to worry about juniors and coworkers. He asked David who was standing straight in front of him.

“Ready, yet!” david Sahut.

Dwi nodded in understanding, looking at the badge Shaka left on his desk before the man left.

“I'm starting to worry about it, David. I'm afraid he's doing things that cross the line. I know, he must be very angry at the departure of his sister,”, said Dwi, holding the badge tightly.

“Ready, I will try to contact him, Dan,” David said. Honestly, he began to worry about Shaka, because his best friend had no news for a month. The last time Shaka contacted him was when the man told him about his new identity in Indonesia.

“Do I need to send a spy?” ask Dwi later.

“Ready, what is Dan?” for David still did not understand Dwi's thinking.

The person Dwi was worried about at this time, was sneaking into the BK room. He searched the key to the archive room in his BK teacher drawer. He intends to re-enter the room in order to find answers to many things he wants to know. The secret in this school is closed very tightly. There seemed to be no other way but he had to dismantle it himself.

Like a while ago, when he approached Indah and asked, “What does Gayatri have to do with Gods, why do they look so protective of Gayatri?” shaka asked shortly before the swimming match began. Shaka asked that in the dressing room.

It looks lovely to be surprised by Shaka's simple question. His face showed that this girl was thinking hard. “They temenan.” Beautifully answered her. His face looked pale just because of that simple question.

“Then, why can't I talk and talk to Gayatri? Why doesn't anyone talk to Gayatri?” Shaka added to the question.

Beautiful face increasingly tense, he swallowed his saliva roughly. “Gue don't know. Gayatri is indeed withdrawing, why maxain deket same him?” beautiful answers can be understood by Shaka, only he cannot accept.

“That's free?” shaka urged. He asked with a very close distance to Beautiful, it could be seen clearly that this girl was covering something.

“That's my reason. I don't know why others.” Beautifully choosing to throw away the face from Shaka's gaze, the girl began to feel desperate.

Shaka smiled slightly, the more closed the beautiful attitude was if he asked about Gayatri. Though this girl looks very easy to approach, but gives limits when discussing Gayatri.

It was for this reason that Shaka decided to find out about Gayatri. Like a thief, Shaka checks his BK teacher's drawer to look for the keys to the archive room. He opened several drawers and not a single drawer kept the key.

“What did he bring him?” Shaka thought back. He looked around the neatly arranged room. There is no CCTV in this room and this makes it easy for Shaka to conduct a search.

Shaka's current gaze was fixed on a billing cabinet in the corner of the room. He approached the vault and began to inspect it. There was a wooden box there, when Shaka opened it, it turned out to contain a key. There is a ‘AR’ code written on top of that key. The red strap became this key marker.

Shaka immediately took it. Then he moved on to the archive. Look around and it turns out that there is no one, maybe because the lesson hours are over and most of the students have gone home. Shaka started to unlock the room. He opened the door slowly, very slowly so as not to creak. Then he immediately entered. He closed the door tightly and carefully and began to search.

Some shelves he checked. He used his cell phone flashlight to illuminate the labels of the shelves around him. There is a shelf that says 2020, that means the year of the Rasya Force. Shaka immediately approached, lowering one large box containing the student's identity file. While crouching, he bit his phone, while his hand was busy sorting out the files. Some of the disciples' files of one generation with Rasya he opened, but none belonged to Rasya or Gayatri.

“Akh shit! Where are Rasya and Gayatri's files?” Shaka confused himself. He immediately searched on another shelf. Some dus files he checked and still no files of two students. Though the file is beautiful and his friends exist. Shaka began to get upset and desperate until he punched a metal shelf with anger.

He searched again on another shelf, worried about being tucked away in another box. But for up to an hour of searching, Rasya and Gayatri's files remained non-existent. Shaka held onto his head which started to dizzy. He tried to think, where is the file about?

Feeling that he found nothing, Shaka decided to go out. He pushed the door slowly to check the conditions outside the room.

“What are you doing?!”

"Geez!!" A firm voice made Shaka stunned. A tall man stood in front of the headmaster's room. He looked at Shaka sharply.

“Sa-me, looking for cat Pak,” Shaka said.

“Cats?” ask the man.

“I-iya. I heard the sound of a cat in this room, so I went in.” Shaka gave a cliche excuse.

“There's a cat?” He looked at Shaka while holding his side, curious to wait for the young man's answer.

“No Sir,” Shaka is trying to keep looking calm.

The man no longer spoke, he turned his hand to Shaka, asking for the key that Shaka was holding. With a heavy heart Shaka gave the key to the principal.

“This room is prohibited from entering by anyone without permission. But you have dared to enter without permission. For one week, you are forbidden to come to school. Have your parents come to school and I will talk to them,” the man said as he sat down.

“My parents are in Ireland Sir, on business. I don't think they'll be able to come.” Shaka reasoned, as he could not tell his fake parents.

“Then, tell me their email address, I will send you your scorsing letter to them.” This man gave Shaka a hard choice.

Shaka was silent for a while, he tried to think. After deep thought, he finally took his writing book from the bag and wrote down an email address and gave it to Fahrizal, the principal.

“This is your parents email address?” ask the old man. Staring sharply at Shaka behind his thick glasses.

“True Sir,” Shaka said with full confidence.

Fahrizal kept the paper and put it in his pocket. “Go home, you're on scors for one week. Contact your homeroom teacher and ask about the tasks you have to work on.” Fahrizal said listen firmly.

“Good Sir,” Shaka can only comply. In scors for a week actually doesn't matter to him. It's just that, during this one week he won't be able to meet Gayatri. Huh, annoying. Why should he be this lazy?

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