Bad Boy Agents

Back together

“Gue has been authorized to enter your group.” The line of messages that Shaka sent in his group.

Rosi who was photographing the material in the next group immediately read the message. “Hah, how can you?” type Rosi, half in disbelief. “Keep out of my group who?” he added that question sentence.

“Gue how to move group huh?” cetus Alya suddenly.

Rosi who was waiting for Shaka's reply immediately turned her head. It turned out that the girl in front of him who moved the group to the group Beautiful. Gayatri turned to Alya.

“Lo know where?” David, who was surprised, immediately asked.

“Nih, in invite to manual cantika group, eh what the hell? Oh Chan-ti-xa Mhan-Thu-Li-Thi.” Alya spelled out my press her group name. “Jeez, it's so hard to name,” complained Chantika. Uh means Alya. Duh Otor is an error.

“Whose name?” David was peeking.

“Nih,” Alya showed her phone screen to David. It's actually fun for Alya, because in his new group he doesn't have to allude to communication problems. His three friends were normal, even more than normal, they were very noisy and active.

“Wiihh, said it genk pick me our grade. The one sitting in the corner likes to wear bando. The head of the genknya pink. Great of you, enter their genk,” David clapped his hands with his stiff smile.

“Emang should be proud huh?" Alya smiled wryly. It was not good to move to that group.

"It must be, you will be popular," David patted Alya on the shoulder proudly.

Alya exhaled his coarse breath, as he seemed to have no other choice. "Gue move first yes.. permission leave temen-temen.. excuse me....” Pamit Alya, fading her chair with her feet, stood up and nodded politely to Rosi and Gayatri and left.

“Container Alya..” David waved his hand at Alya who was leaving in spirit. No matter the truth, the important thing is that he remains one group with Gayatri. “So, one more who?” ask David then.

Rosi turned to the seemingly ordinary Gayatri, her facial water not changing in the slightest. Then I looked back at David. “Later also lo tau,” he said with a small smile.

David just nodded, “Okey is,” he said and returned to reading the book.

“Cool right me?” ask Shaka in the group.

“Great Shakaa!! How can I move groups easily? Ms Ima fierce loh... how can you persuade her?” Rosi asked curiously.

“Aya's great driver,” Shaka replied with a sparkling emoticon.

Rosi turned to Gayatri and the girl was not disturbed at all, still standing in front of the bookshelf, engrossed in her reading books.

“Aya don't hold hape. Hape in pocket.” The sound of Rosi's reply.

“Okey, if so wait Aya hold hape aja,” reply Shaka without compromise. He does not care much about Rosi's curiosity.

"I broke up the group that I made yes, I'll invite you to the other one" Rosi told David.

"SHIAPA!!!" David did a brief salute to the girl in front of him. Rosi just threw a smile, and when he noticed, David often looked at Gayatri with a look of admiration, but the girl was silent.

In his room Shaka instead laid his body while looking at the mobile phone screen in his hand. He still pleased himself for successfully persuading his famous Geography teacher killer. He re-read the message he sent to his teacher.

“Good morning Mom, introduce me Shaka Praditya, a student mother in class XII IPS 1.”, wrote Shaka in complete with PAP (pictured) himself who smiled while cupping his hands in front of the chest.

“Sorry yes Mom, because of my error, I missed a very important class. I really like Geography. Especially the material about ‘pola city room, including its characteristics & structure.' As an apology, there was a little present from me for mom. Please accept sincerely yes Mom,” this next sweet Shaka sentence.

“Siang Shaka's. This is from you huh?” Ms. Ima replied by including a photo of a flower bucket that Shaka sent. He ordered it from the flower shop nearest to his school.

“Wah apparently arrived. Sorry, that's all I can give ya ma'am...” Shaka replied.

“Mother is very kind, simple and unpretentious. Women today are usually matre, like bank interest. Respect, best mom.” So did Shaka's reply.

“Hehehehe... You can aja.” Bu Ima's face immediately blushed there. Only now was he praised by a man and a snot child.

“Thank you Shaka, you're actually a good kid. Only yes the decision of the principal can not be challenged. Hopefully in the next lesson schedule, you can join my class yes... by the way, how, can you do the task?” Ms. Ima began to pay attention because she felt touched by the sweet attitude of her students.

“I'm a bit trouble Mom. I can't seem to blend in with a friend who prefers to discuss cosmetic issues over artistic city concepts. If I'd like to be included in a group that has high-achieving students, so I can be carried away by their positive vibes. Such as his group Gayatri, one of the best schoolgirls.” Long-long Shaka persuaded his teacher.

“Yes, your intentions are very good. Okay, later you mother put into the Gayatri group huh. Exchange with other students. Inget, study diligently yes...”.

At that moment, Shaka immediately jumped into excitement. “YES!!! YES!! YES!!!” repeatedly shouted. Like a child, he jumped on his bed. That's why he immediately informed his group.

But until now, Shaka still had to wait. Looks like Gayatri is still learning, there has been no sign of the girl playing her phone and checking messages in the group. Last time online was when he said he was going to click Shaka. Indeed, the girl was very ignorant of all kinds of communication and media.

"Snorts a little bit to Yes, I went into your group again," Shaka said.

ACHU!!!

Tau dong, who sneezed.

*****

As of Saturday morning, Gayatri had still not asked anything in her group. In the group it was quite crowded after the arrival of a new member who was none other than David. Until now, Shaka has not known that David is the most noisy is his junior. Not feeling interested, Shaka finally ignored his phone just like that. It looks like Gayatri will be using her phone the next school day.

“Where to?” mira asked when she saw Gayatri carrying a large basket. He noticed that Gayatri was not silent from the morning. He was busy cleaning his room, then the living room that was not too spacious to take a basket for laundry.

“Udah, lo sagging later. Rest first aja.” Mira takes over the awl from Gayatri's hands. It was enough that he saw Gayatri get everything done, like a bekel ball that could not stand still. His body was sweating, his clothes were also shabby in addition to messy hair. He was worried that Gayatri's maniac was relapsing, a workaholic as a side effect of taking his anti-depressant drugs.

As always, Gayatri does not chim. The girl went into the room and proceeded to sweep under her bed. Mira was well aware that her daughter was having trouble controlling herself.

“It's up if you still want to clean up. Just don't go anywhere, at home. Who knows you can turn this bulk ceramic into marble,” said Mira in the end.

There was no response from Gayatri, he was still busy sweeping his room. His phone that continues to ring notifying incoming messages was not responded. Mira only exhales violently, after making sure Gayatri is just engrossed in work and not wandering around, she decides to return to her soto shop.

The customers were waiting for him, to order soto as a breakfast side dish. On holidays it is open early in the morning. That's why this woman is quite a hassle.

“Don't forget to eat, there's your favorite chicken fry lo.” that sentence becomes the last sentence Mira said before returning to her shop.

Gayatri was still faithful with a broom in her hand. The room he had wiped clean and neat. The area of the room which only measures 3x3 meters is enough to squeeze Gayatri sweat when cleaned. Mira's right, this is the effect of the drug that Gayatri is taking. This girl could not stop working as this was felt to be the right way to reveal the euphoria within her.

Finished with the room, Gayatri moved into the living room. Everything he sweeps then he mops. Five minutes of time that Gayatri uses to clean the living room until shiny. Continue to the dining room and kitchen which takes longer. At 10am, Gayatri moved to the back porch. This time he swept it slowly. Not all areas, he avoids the area where a sports motorcycle that has been there for one month.

“Ngapain lo Yes?” ask Barkah who saw her daughter pensive while looking at the motorbike.

Gayatri did not answer, only her eyes were staring at the motorcycle. Barkah who noticed Gayatri's expression immediately took over the broom in her daughter's hand.

“Lo enter gih, your body has been wet as dry. Shower first so seger,” said the man.he held both shoulders Gayatri and pushed the girl to reach her room. He did not want Gayatri to look at the bike for too long and clingy. Worrying the girl's heart came back sad.

“Mandi well, later send you to the market. There are exhausted materials,” added Barkah.

Gayatri did not reply, the girl took her towel and immediately went into the bathroom. He needed time to refresh his body and mind.

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