Bad Boy Agents

Rambles

Gayatri's bright face was clearly visible as her figure appeared behind the door. A faint smile on his face that had always been flat. Barkah who was on the sofa, received a glass of tea from his wife, immediately glanced at his wife. Her daughter passed by like she didn't see her parents and went straight into her room.

“Body I'm kurusan huh? Si Aya until I don't see that,” said Mira with shock.

“Kot to know. Didn't you see that his face was beaming?” Back to asking.

“Iya, that's why it's weird. I'll see first,” Mira immediately went to go to her daughter's room.

“Eehhh, no need. What is samperin?” He held his wife's arm so she wouldn't leave.

“Gue was worried that his mania was relapsing,” even though he continued his steps, the woman's feelings were still anxious, staring at the closed door of Gayatri's room.

“If the mania relapses, the child will not walk slowly like a snail while impregnated so. His face will not seem calm and radiant, even it will look like war. I guess that kid is no longer a maniac but..” He seemed to think hard.

The two men stared at each other, then compactly ran quickly towards the door of Gayatri's room. Equally stick his ear there to steal hear what's going on in there.

“Lo heard something?” whisper to the wife.

“Again. Sepi doang's. This is the door of the catapult like, faster the sound of breath lo,” Mira so be curious.

Ceklek, the sound of the door handle is heard in the turn, Mira and Barkah immediately run back to the sofa and pretend nothing happened. Mira acted like she was looking for her husband's lice and Barkah acted reading the newspaper upside down.

“The opinion is quite good today, so mending lo help me in the store,” said Mira suddenly when she saw Gayatri coming out of her room. He tugged at Barkah's hair as a signal to chim in his sentence.

“Oh, yes.” The confused rascal only answered soberly.

“Oh yes what a bagok!” grunt Mira with a slow voice. His pair of eyes watched Gayatri who walked into the kitchen and picked up a glass. Apparently the girl is going to drink. The two men no longer spoke and instead watched Gayatri until the water in her glass was gone.

After drinking, Gayatri returned to her room and closed the door tightly.

“So I saw her take the rest of the soto in the pot, do not know where to take it,” whispered Mira while hitting Barkah's arm, invite her husband gossip.

“Lo don't ask?” Barkah straight up. He slightly shifted to give Mira space to sit next to him.

“Emang she will answer?” Mira asked back.

“Hooh also yes. Where's that soto soup? Time yes he traveled far, while his motorbike is parked here from earlier?” Rarkah adds curiosity to the behavior of the child. This couple is indeed compact when gossiping. They both looked at the door of Gayatri's room with a full search. Reportedly until now they are still looking at the door.

The girl who was being gossiped was currently in her room. He stood in front of a mirror that was fused with his wardrobe. He stared at his own reflection while tying his hair high.

“Ra-sya... Ra-sya...” those two words that he said quietly and his hoarse voice sounded again. The girl gave a small smile as she was finally able to say the name again without a choking feeling in her throat.

Gayatri sighed deeply, after a month she was finally able to make another sound. He turned to face his desk, taking a picture of his best friend on display there. Then look at him closely.

“Gue can call your name again Sya. But unfortunately it is too late,” said Gayatri while staring at a photo of Rasya and rubbing the cheerful face with his thumb. Not trembling like before, as he did not have to put forth anything as if imprisoned within himself.

“Other times, if you come again in my dream, I will call you name as soon as possible. Very hard until the man was afraid and released lo,” again Gayatri said with full seriousness. He always thought, if only in his nightmares he could help Rasya, maybe the sound of gasping because of the tightness felt by his best friend, would not haunt his nights.

“Next week, I will come again to your place. I want to tell you a lot about you. Wait for me yes Sya,” added Gayatri while hugging photos of Rasya tightly. Spilling a longing that only he could convey in his delusion. Let's just say he was hugging Rasya, like his best friend did when Gayatri felt alone.

The tring!

A message notification brought Gayatri's attention to the flat object. An anonymous number that identifies the sender of a message that appears on the screen of his phone.

Gayatri placed a photo of herself and Rasya carefully, then moved up to her bed with her cell phone. Sitting on the bed leaning against his two pillows, Gayatri began to open a message from someone he knew.

“Gue has nyampe home.” The message was from Shaka. The man included a picture of himself lying on a couch holding a balloon the rest of the party. His friends have gone home, I don't know what this party was like.

“Hem, rest,” reply Gayatri who is smiling little after sending her message to Shaka. The man had helped her today and she was even quite badly injured. Gayatri felt very guilty.

Gayatri's phone shook again, as a reply to a message came in from Shaka. “No break will be possible. My house is a mess like a broken ship. Dirty, not at home I.” As soon as the contents of Shaka's message accompanied by a photo of some corner of his house that was messy after the party. Beverages and food were scattered all over the place. The disco lights were still on and his two best friends had gone out of nowhere.

“Whatever to party.” That's the reply Gayatri sent.

“Hahaha. I just want the same deket. But the most I want deketin even did not come,” reply Shaka. He moved to a mini bar to drink soda and waited for a reply from Gayatri.

The girl had started typing, long enough. Shaka deliberately did not turn off his phone screen because he was curious about Gayatri's reply message which seemed to be very long. Maybe this girl will give him some advice.

“Sabar,” only that reply Gayatri.

“Anjiir!!” shaka exclaimed with his eyes wide open. “Hahahaha.. I should realize that the one I was chatting with was a Gayatri,” he said who laughed loudly rereading the five letters Gayatri sent.

“Minimal lo reset serratus that time said ‘sabar’ that you type. Let me not PHP who thought you would type the script of the basic law,” reply Shaka with a middle finger emoticon at the end of his sentence.

Unknowingly, Gayatri smiled broadly reading Shaka's one message. He replies to Shaka's message. “Lo break, night.” Just those three words.

“Udah I said, I have not drowsy.” This message began not to be read by Gayatri only the notification only appeared. He laid his body sideways while still reading Shaka's message through his notifications only, without opening the message.

“Aya, you really sleep first?”

“Woy, I have no temen!”

“AYAAAA!!!”

“Ish lo where anjir!”

“P"

"P"

"P"

Gayatri just smiled seeing the many messages Shaka sent her. He did not intend to reply because if he replied, Shaka would not quickly go to sleep even though it was almost midnight.

“AYAAA!! READ MY MESSAGE!”

“Aya, do you really sleep?”

“IH the anjir, I'm in peanin!”

“GAYATRIIII!!!”

Seeing Shaka's crush, Gayatri finally read his chat just to give a name to Shaka's contact. ‘Kang rusuh’ the name Gayatri pinned along with the middle finger emoticon at the end of the name. After that Shaka contacts he blocks.

“Agoshaaaaa, I'm blocked!” snorting Shaka while rubbing his head. “Akh shit, I forgot,” he grimaced because his swab even hit his wound that was still open. He grimaced for a moment while looking at the screen of his phone. Gayatri kept blocking his message.

Shaka made his last move. “Aya, unblock me, or I will be noisy here,” threatened Shaka in his group.

Gayatri's eyes widened when she saw Shaka really made a riot.

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‘P’

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“What's up? Middle malem wooyy!!” Rosi who was asleep was soon awakened to see many garbage messages from Shaka.

“You guys chat? Keep it blocked?” David commented on the group.

“Iyaa, I was blocked when nothing was wrong,” Shaka timpal with annoyance.

“LO STILL NOISY I KICK!” balas Gayatri's.

“Astyria. Sleep lo on, no one chat anymore!” timpal Shaka's.

“Lo from earlier chat mulu Shaka. Diem!” Gayatri.

“Okey, but unblock me, later I stop. Otherwise, I call you threesome.” Shaka still poses his threat.

“Ish Shaka is unsettling. Aya, open the block anyway...” persuade Rosi.

Shaka smiled widely because he had the support of Rosi.

“Iya Aya, first open the block, so Shaka does not knowreog.” David commented.

Gayatri whipped as much as he did then was he quit the group.

“Astagaa, Aya leave group. How's this?” rosi asks Shaka and David.

“Lo invite Rosi again, you will adminnya.” Shaka lightly answered.

“Okey, I invite. But you stopped bothering Aya.” Rosi gives the conditions.

Shaka could only exhale his coarse breath while writing, “Y,” that's it.

Soon, Rosi reinserts Gayatri into the group. Shaka immediately typed spirit.

“Diem Shaka, diem!” write Rosi before Shaka sends her message.

As a result, Shaka only sends thumb emoticons in the group.

“Gayatri's word is princess's. Jagamaa, horroriii.. sleep all of you!” shaka said as he glared at the reader.

“Eh, I'm short of this novel, want to lo?” Othors.

"Don't Thor, I'm the same Aya just started,"

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