Bad Boy Agents

New friend

“Where is my appearance?” david asked as he stood in front of the school gate with Alya. The guy looks good in his new uniform. His face looked young again after his mustache had been shaved off. The two buttons on the upper part of his uniform deliberately, he opened giving the impression of a man. He also wears sunglasses to look cool.

“Emang brother used to school like this?” alya asked, who was both wearing her new uniform.

“Ngak. It was just when I went to school at SMK, who stole the show that looked like this.” David said with pride. While scrambling his waist while his right leg is more front than the left and middle legs he moves.

“But their appearance is normal like that. The way they dress is also polite, reflecting that this is a good school and the level of discipline is high. After all, if we attract too much attention, is there no danger?” Alya gave her senior an input.

“Em, yes also.” David took off his sunglasses and he put them in between the buttons of his uniform. He watched the students who passed by and just came. “But I think we should learn more about how to talk here. Don't be so stiff. There must be a little slang-gauge element, at least call me I am,” added David.

“Can I call my brother with lo call? Will not be asked to push up or squat road right?” cerca Alya was a little scared.

“Nagging!” David laughed at Alya's question. “This is for the sake of exploring the role. Okay?”

“Ready bang!” Alya.

“No need to respect too.” David patted Alya's hand which reflexively gave him respect for the senior.

“Oh yes, forgot.” Alya immediately lowered her hand.

“Okey, remember our role well. We're acting as eight-teen High School kids. Forget rank and rank, we're friends here. Think of this as your first mission of reconnaissance. Our goal is to connect with students. Do not trigger confrontation let alone conflict between genes. Understand?” David reminded his junior.

“Ready!” Alya was straight up perfect.

“Less-Reduce says ready so. Come log in!” david patted Alya on the shoulder. This is Alya's first mission to do reconnaissance, there are still many things that this girl needs to learn.

“Iya Bang.”

“Call David... Daaaa-Viiidd. He was enjoying the boisterous atmosphere of the students talking to each other with his friends.

Behind him was Alya who was following and was practicing how to summon David. Secretly this girl also listened to the chatter between students that sounded light and not stiff. Little did he begin to capture the way he interacted in this new place.

“Excuse me,” call David on a newly arrived girl. This girl seemed to be in a hurry to remove her helmet.

The girl was Gayatri, she turned her head and looked at David for a moment without any intention of answering.

“Wiihh...morning beautiful. Copy, David.” David immediately reached out his hand as it turned out that the girl he greeted looked very beautiful. The girl's forehead frowned and looked at David's outstretched hand.

“Can't be acquainted? I'm a new student at this school.” David spoke while still extending his hand to Gayatri.

Gayatri remained unanswered, she instead glanced at Alya who had just caught up with David and stood beside this man. The girl smiled at Gayatri and Gayatri just nodded.

“She's Alya, temen me.” David introduces Alya to Gayatri.

Gayatri did not respond as usual, making David and Alya turn to each other.

“New boy huh?” ask Zaidan who just came. This teenager came at the right time.

“Oh yes. I'm David and this is Alya. We are new students at this school. Can you tell which room the teacher is next to?” David immediately asked. Sometimes he still glanced at Gayatri who was just silent, his mind concluded that this girl was speechless.

“Lo enter first, later there is a ladder to the top, you take the one to the right. The teacher's room is there. What class lo?” Zaidan asked again.

“Class 3 SMA.” David answered doubtfully.

“Oh, class XII is on the second floor, still one same area of teacher room. Go up first, later you also meet the gentlemen who are hobby bring a long bat. Well that's what will bring you to class,” explained Zaidan.

“Okey, thanks.”

“Cause.I first yes, yuk Aya!” take Zaidan while pulling Gayatri's hand.

David only raised his right hand and smiled as a form of farewell to the two students. His hand now turned to rub his chin.

“So that girl called her Aya. Name's Gayatri. I think it could be with you, the name is similar. But whose full name is ya?” David became curious about the figure of a beautiful girl who continued to be silent when he asked.

“Abang likes?” Alya turned her senior who was still paying attention to the direction of the passing of the two students earlier.

“She's an attractive girl,” says David briefly. “Yuk akh, we meet his teacher first.” David immediately followed the two students to the teacher's room. Alya just followed from behind.

The two new students were escorted to class and placed one class with Gayatri. David sat in the left row near the window while Alya was near Wanda. Pick me girl who felt disturbed by the existence of the new child, seemed to twinkle her eyes.

“Lo transfer from where?” ask Alya. His probing eyes watched Alya figure from top to bottom.

“Oo... but lo face like face manado ya.” Rima spoke behind him.

“Iya, mix.” Alya looked nervous as the guess of the girl behind him was right.

“Dating lo same her?” Wanda pointed with the corner of her eyes at the figure of the teenage boy sitting far away from her.

“No, we're just friends.” Alya answered as she was.

“Udah have a girlfriend yet him?” Wanda was curious. David's figure is quite interesting for him.

“Lo what the hell? Noisy to know?!” there is a beautiful who first chimed in Wanda's question before Alya answered it.

“Iyaa-iyaaa. His name is also a business. She's cute, like she's athletic like Shaka.” Wanda looked at David in the distance while propping up her chin with her right hand.

Alya was quite surprised to hear the name Shaka mentioned. His lips itched to ask, but he was forced to shut up again because of his current position as a new student, too strange to suddenly ask about Shaka. He had to read the situation first in this school.

At his house Shaka just finished bathing while holding his hair he checked his cell phone. It was quiet, no messages or calls.

“Morning ladies... No more tasks today?” shaka asked in the group of only three.

No one has read the message. It seems like these two students are taking classes. While waiting for news from his two friends, Shaka started getting dressed. Dry his hair for a while with a towel and after that take the bread he had prepared for breakfast. He took her to the balcony of the room, put her on the table with some of the items she had placed in the container and wrapped in small plastics.

While enjoying his breakfast, Shaka noticed one by one the evidence he had gathered. He splits it in some plastic. There was one thing that he thought was interesting, small and thin. If you notice this is similar to a nail piece. Kunyahan Shaka stopped as his brain thought hard enough.

“What is Rasya's nail?” muttered the man.

Shaka imagined when the perpetrator tortured his sister, it seems like Rasya gripped the perpetrator tightly, until there is a nail piece left. It could also be that these nail clippings came off as Rasya was dragged down the paved streets and tried to hold on to any object. His strong grip made his nails break.

Shaka noted those two possibilities. Looks like he has to do a more detailed examination of these nails. The next thing he noticed was an iron safety pin with a top like a brooch or badge. There's leftover glue still stuck there, there must be fingerprints still stored. This thing is also Shaka noted.

Isn't all this stuff definitely related to Rasya's death?

***

The bustling atmosphere is clearly felt in Mpok Mira's soto shop. The woman seemed busy serving her customers. Factory employee shift change hour is indeed one of the arrival time of the visitors.

“Lo what portion?” mira asked one of the customers who approached her.

“Four mpok, in packs aja.”

“Yak, wait for stretch.” Mira immediately moved to the front of her legs, making four servings of soto to order.

“Mpok extra gravy dong, but do not in love leeks yes,” customer was back asking.

“Iyaakkk..” Mira adds a pack of soto soups to her loyal customers. Tying the rope firmly and then putting it in the crackle.

In between his busy life, there was a sound of a telephone ringing at the cashier's desk. Mira immediately finished her order and brought it to the love table.

“But yeah,” Mira said to her customers. “Feelings have I deactivated the online order, why is there still a phone?” muttered Mira while grabbing the handle of her phone.

“Halo, Mpok Mira store here. Now don't take delivery of messages. Unless you use your own courier,” Mira said before hearing the person's order.

There was no sound heard there was only the sound of the roar of one's breath across there.

“Halo, you want to pesen or what?” Mira repeated her question, but again there was no sound heard other than the ungodliness of someone who made Mira's hair bristle.

“Heh! Don't joke with me! What do you want, lo?” exclaims the upset Mira. His loud voice made the customer stunned.

“Mpok Mira!!” A customer who was sitting by the window, exclaimed at the same time.

Mira immediately turned her head, her eyes were rounded when she saw her shop window was splashed with red ink. Mira immediately hung up her phone and ran towards the front of the tavern.

“Who is watered?” mira exclaimed with barking eyes while shaking her waist. The walls are dirty with red liquid and smell fishy.

“Don't know, people use motor,” said the customer.

“Job! This is not ink, but blood,” muttered Mira who stared inexhaustibly. Again, the terror came and I don't know who did it.