Bad Boy Agents

Facing attack

An orange bodybag bearing the words 'Soto Mpok Mira's Shop hangs on Gayatri's motor handlebar. This long-haired girl was on her way to deliver her subscription soto order. In the cold night breeze and flying her partially unattached strands of hair, this girl drove her motorbike towards the address of the house quite far away. Gayatri had to drive her because her customers were not feeling well. The old man ordered about three servings of soto and wanted to be in between immediately for the dinner side dish.

Entering a luxury residential complex, the loyal customer's home is at the far end of the complex. The largest house is about four houses away from the house that Gayatri had ever entered. The atmosphere in this area was already deserted. Some of the residents are office workers, this is their break time and of course they are in their respective homes.

About four minutes later Gayatri arrived in front of the mansion. An ART was already waiting for him in front of the gate. Gayatri stopped the pace of her bike and immediately went down to hand over her sotos order.

“Still a lot Neng Aya. Maap ngerepotin. Aunty teh no anter, want to use an online ojek also do not know how, so forksa asked sotonya dianterin same neng Aya,” said the middle-aged woman with her soft Sundanese accent.

As usual, Gayatri did not beat him. He immediately handed over the goodbag and received his payment. Their transaction was not long, ART was immediately entered, because the host was waiting for dinner.

Gayatri did not linger and immediately left the house. He went down the same road to go home, which was the usual cutting path he went through. The speed of the motorbike must be stopped when it turns out there is a garbage truck that has just arrived and will transport garbage from the shelter. The road that Gayatri had to walk was closed. He had to turn around and go through the main road.

His motorcycle mingled with other vehicles that were quite crowded. This area is usually passed by people who want to go to one of the capital's big malls. About ten minutes Gayatri drove on the wide road before then having to turn towards a narrower, more deserted road.

“Akh shit!” grunts Gayatri in the heart, when he saw a bunch of motorcycle genes that were gathered in a fork toward his house.

Those who recognized Gayatri, immediately moved his motorbike, deliberately lined up to cover the road that Gayatri was about to cross. The atmosphere in this junction is relatively quiet, compared to the main road. That's why Gayatri is lazy to pass this road especially at night. Because it's likely that these motorcycle genes will gather here to pick up the young ones passing by.

A man waved his hand at Gayatri and asked her to stop. Forced Gayatri to obey and stop the speed of the motor.

“Goodnight mr. putriiiii Sapa a motorbike leader who knows Gayatri well. He nodded politely before then approaching and holding the head lamp Gayatri motor so as not to dazzle his eyes are drunk.

“What is the world still quiet? How can I not hear the sound?" The man rubbed his ears, insinuating Gayatri who was silent. "Halaawww, is anyone here?” The man repeated his taunts and was laughed at by his friends.

Gayatri did not chim in, making the man grin thinly with an annoying look. His friends were engrossed in chuckling, watching as their head genk managed to disrupt a Gayatri they were quite familiar with.

The man staggered beside Gayatri, holding the handlebar of the motor that Gayatri was holding. Intentionally, to touch the girl's hand. Gayatri immediately flicked her hands, making the man feel challenged and brought her face closer to Gayatri.

It seemed like they were having a booze party, because the smell of alcohol was clearly smelled from the man's breath. A few bottles of drinks were neatly lined up on the sidewalk, their former throat.

“Lo where are you? How to be more beautiful?” bravely the man poked Gayatri's chin.

Gayatri immediately brushed him off and turned her face away from the man. He was older than Gayatri, probably about twenty-five.

“Hehehehe.. sok selling expensive lo.” The man pointed at Gayatri with his arched, trembling index finger. “Gue really inget time si Galih said, adeknya will be the successor to him. But, where there is a mute successor of kayak gini! Beautiful anyway, but bebebebebebebe..” ledk the man, exemplifying Gayatri who does not speak.

“Hahahahaha His friends heard him with a loud laughter.

Gayatri did not bother, she still turned her face away from the man. The smell of the drink from the man's mouth was too pungent and made him nauseous.

“Lo is already big, it can already be courted. I don't want to be my girlfriend. Ale Bang! Ale nih boss!!!” showing off the man while patting his chest proudly in front of Gayatri.

“Receive! Accept it! Thank you!" his friends with laughter. The man named Ale felt on the wind, he reached out his hand to his friend and swiftly one of his friends gave Ale a bottle of drink. The man smiled with satisfaction while looking at Gayatri and then sipped the drink until half was gone.

“Cobain, it's a real shock. Your thoughts will be happy, I guarantee.” Ale thrusts his bottle of drink at Gayatri's mouth, continuing to force her even though Gayatri brushes him off.

“SCOCKSUCKER!!! DRINK AYA!” exclaim that man. Annoyed by Gayatri's refusal, he clutches the girl's chin and she is forced to drink the liquor.

Gayatri immediately released her hand from the handlebar of the motor she was holding. He clasped the man's hand tightly and twisted it and pushed the man away from him.

“AKH! DAMN IT WOMEN!” exclaimed Ale who grimaced in pain while holding his hand that was twisted by Gayatri.

Not remaining silent, Gayatri continued her resistance. He got off his bike and stood straight against the man.

“This chick machine. Unconscious him and take him to the warehouse!” exclaimed Ale who gave orders to his eight men.

As excited, Ale's men compactly attacked. One by one he lashed his punches at Gayatri. At the first blow, Gayatri was still able to dodge, he kicked the man back to fall down.

The second man attacked, about to hit Gayatri with a beam, but Gayatri immediately held him back with both hands crossed in front of his face, with a quick movement he hit the beam back at the man and the friend beside him, until the two men were forced to retreat.

Facing eight men is not easy. They hit a girl. Luckily a motorcycle passed by and immediately stopped on the edge. One kick hit Gayatri's back until the girl fell down.

Not waiting for long, the man immediately took off his helmet and ran to help Gayatri who was about to be hit with a beam.

BUKS!

The blow hit the arm of the man protecting Gayatri. Although his arm was very painful, he still held it back and kicked back the stomach of the man who attacked him until he fell.

“Lo okay?” asked the man who was none other than Shaka. He pulled Gayatri's body to rise immediately.

Gayatri who was quite surprised, did not have time to answer even with a nod. He immediately floated his raw bogem, hitting it with a swoop in the face of the man who was about to hit Shaka from behind. His anxiety at Gayatri makes Shaka's sensitivity fade.

The man who was beaten by Gayati fell. “Wah, lo cool,” said Shaka who just knew that Gayatri could fight.

These two people were both standing tall, facing the members of the motorbike genk who were lined up ready to attack them. Some of them had taken out sharp objects, twirled a knife in their hands and were ready to finish it either to Shaka or Gayatri.

“Lo right, I left,” Shaka said with a wary look at his enemy. He deliberately chose the right, because two sharp-armed men were there.

Gayatri simply nodded, the first nod that made Shaka smile. The members of the motorcycle gang ran simultaneously attacking Gayatri and Shaka. Slide each other blows that can still be held by both of them. Baku hit it was inevitable. Several times the Gayatri beat the motorcycle gang members back to collapse, but they always wake up again like a dead body that knows no pain and gives up.

Gayatri is starting to get overwhelmed. His breathing was puffed up and his body was sweating until his hair was wet. His hair was broken, hit by a knife from one of his opponents. Sakha immediately pushes Gayatri's body away as the second knife leads to the girl.

Someone hit Shaka on the back with a motorbike geeer until he was in pain, at the same time one person again attacked with a knife on Shaka. Unexpectedly, a knife managed to scratch Shaka's hand until his jacket was torn and his hand was bleeding.

Gayatri was flabbergasted to see the drops of blood on Shaka's hand that was still wrapped in a jacket. The switch of Gayatri's focus made the head of the motorcycle genk easily hit him using a beam.

“AKH!” Gayatri looked in pain as the beam hit her back, until her head turned and made her fall staggered. The girl tried to survive by resting on one hand that survived on the paved ground.

Seeing Gayatri who was successfully paralysed, Shaka immediately approached. His face looked worried looking at Gayatri who was grimacing in pain.

“Lo okay?” shaka asked as she held onto Gayatri's arm.

Gayatri simply shook her head while trying to endure her pain. At the same time, two men ran to attack Shaka from behind with a bottle of drink in his hand.

“AWAS!!” Gayatri reflexes screaming. Unfortunately too late, the bottle had already hit Shaka's head to pieces.

For the first time Gayatri's voice was heard quite loud in Shaka's ear, but then it was recorded along with Shaka's head that felt dizzy spinning. Time slowed down, very slowly along with drops of blood from Shaka's temple.

In one move, the girl got up. Making Shaka's body squat as a repulsion that he poked then twisted his body in the air right above Shaka's body and kicked two people behind Shaka alternately.

BRUK!!! The two fell, weakly lying on the paved road. While the girl landed perfectly behind Shaka with a sharp and raining gaze behind her messy hair and covered her face. His breath was breathless, between tired of fighting or angry at the people before him.

Gayatri is completely different. Not only Shaka, Ale and his friends were shocked by Gayatri's sudden attack. Highlighting Gayatri's sharp eyes seemed to indicate that the girl's soul had returned to her figure one month ago.

“MREND!!” alle shouted at his friends.

No one dared to come close to Gayatri. They compactly retreated, pulling the body of his friend who was helplessly sprawled after a violent attack from Gayatri's legs, right in the chest of the two. Shaka fell to the ground, with blood covering most of his face.

In a few moments they got on their bike. Carrying his friend in a splat and leaving one motorbike left. They left in front of Gayatri and left only a puff of exhaust fumes in front of Gayatri and Shaka.

Gayatri immediately approached Shaka, pulled the man's body and made his thigh a cushion. The man's eyes were already almost closed as everything slowly darkened. Only a faint voice could be heard in his ears.

“Hold,” that word that sounded in Shaka's ear before then the man was unconscious in Gayatri's lap.

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