Bad Boy Agents

Black rider

At the hour they should go home, class XII IPS 1 even filled by students from other classes. They took turns to get acquainted with the figure of Shaka who was so famous in just a few hours. Some brought the teenagers flowers, chocolates, soft drinks, snack foods and other things to express their feelings of love. A handsome and friendly Shaka is so in the gandrungi of the girls.

Shaka accepted the gifts gladly, not a single one of which he refused. The table is full of gifts. Some of the girls asked him to exchange photos with Shaka and some of them asked to exchange mobile numbers. Shaka gave the girls his phone number, but none of their numbers were kept. It is just a spread of charm, to multiply the source of information about this school.

Amidst the fanfare of the girls, the girl named Gayatri had just returned from the toilet. He walked leisurely to his desk to clean up his stationery and prepare to go home. It seemed like he could not carry out the class picket today, because the girls were not stopping to come to this class. Shaka watched the girl for a while. It seemed that the girl was not very familiar with the other students. The proof is that some of the schoolgirls looked snickering and staring cynically at the girl who had passed them without permission.

It didn't take long for Gayatri to get her things done. He immediately picked up the backpack and dropped out of his class. Shaka was still watching from his place until then a teenage boy from another class approached him. He spoke to Gayatri, but the girl did not chim in on anything. It turned out that it was not only her that was being ignored. The girl's silence attracted Shaka's attention.

“Shaka, how do you do ngeliatin si Aya mulu?” protest one of the students who had continued to tweet invited Shaka to speak.

“Nothing. By the way, why is he in?" Shaka asked out of curiosity.

"He doesn't like to talk. Just a few days ago." The girl named Indah turned Shaka's face away from the figure of Gayatri who then came out of their class.

"Okey, he's not attractive, you're the most attractive," Shaka said, making the girls blush in shame. "But by the way, I go home first. There's still business.” Shaka quickly got out of place, taking his jacket and backpack.

“Yeah, I came home anyway... It's still daylight. Go first, can it be times." That beautiful girl was indeed the most aggressive.

"Yeah, where's your house anyway, you rush behind everything? Can I play?” add another girl with spoiled.

“Other times yes beautiful, I have not been able to bring people's children home. See you tomorrow,” said Shaka as he passed away after throwing his sweet smile.

“Aaakkk, I said cantiikkk,” The girl named Beautiful smiled happy to hear Shaka's praise. His face instantly frowned and he was agile with both of his cold and trembling hands.

“Cieee...” goda his friends together. The yellow-skinned girl blushed in shame, she hid her face behind the back of one of her best friends.

“Suitable I'm the same Shaka?” ask the girl expectantly. From the look in his eyes, it was clear he wanted to be answered accordingly.

“Suitable, right?” ask Winda, lovely friend.

“Iya, fits.” Some people answered but then left the girl. They are lazy if they have to compete with a pick me girl at this school.

In front of the gate, a motorbike turned fast leaving the international school building. The driver was a girl who came home in a hurry. His mother had already sent him a message several times, for needing his help.

Aya, the name written on the right handlebars of his motorbike. He increased the speed of the motor maticnya in order to get home soon. Passing through the crowded and crowded highway, he competed with other riders who looked so arrogant. Occasionally Gayatri had to relinquish and choose the left lane so as not to be hit by other vehicles that continued to honk behind him. The atmosphere of the streets was indeed very hot and made emotions boil.

His breathing could be a little relieved after he was finally able to turn into an alley towards his home. A shop selling soto seen from a distance and crowded visitors. In the afternoon visitors are quite crowded because usually many factory employees who just disperse and buy side dishes or just eat there.

Arriving at his shop, Gayatri immediately parked his bike. He briefly walked into his house behind the store and changed his uniform with a simple T-shirt. All the books and school bags he put in his room and immediately approached the busy mother. Enter into the shop and the boisterous sound of visitors was heard clearly. He picked up his apron and approached the booking table.

“Nih, make table number four,” said the mother who immediately gave the bath to Gayatri.

“Aya has returned home from school?” asked a middle-aged man who looked happy to see the girl serving him.

The girl just mute, then took out her ballpoint and crossed out the order menu, as a sign of the food she had served. After that he went back to the booking table and took the next order.

“Tuh kid has been like ice cubes. Dieeemmm, mulu,” the old man commented while watching Gayatri from her place.

“Maclum, girls sometimes do that. My son is also so, usually because again dateng moon,” timpal the man's dinnermate.

“Yes, but Aya wasn't. Rame's son, like a parrot. I want to be with Aya who used to be,” said the man. It's one of the subscriptions in this store and quite familiar with Gayatri.

“Yes, people can change. Including the taste of soto lo, see noh kecapnya mostly.” The man clapped his best friend's hand. Because he was busy paying attention to Gayatri, he did not realize that he had put a lot of soy sauce in his soup sauce.

“Jesus!!! Why don't you get me from earlier anyway!” The man is upset himself. Quickly he put the ketchup bottle rough.

“Nothing, that expensive soy sauce, the malika, from the black soybean seeds of choice. When else do you eat soto kayak eat collect, hahahaha..” men in blue shirts instead laugh satisfied to see the misfortune of his friend.

“Akh, damn emang!” the grunt though in the end, still he ate the blackish soto. Too sweet, but what can be done. He still has to spend it. The money is already rationed to eat one portion only

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On a deserted road, a speeding motorcycle split the road. He deliberately approached the crowd of motorcycle genk that night was doing a wild race. Some motorcycles are lined up neatly, ready to wait for the race to start. One of them is Shaka. For the sake of being able to blend in with any motorcycle genk, it goes to every motor genk. Participate in their activities, one of which is wild racing. This is the sixth genk motor that he approached in the space of one month.

"Are you ready?" asked a girl who was holding a red scarf in her hand. The noise of the race audience was clearly heard. They shouted the names of their support racers, except for Shaka. This man did not have any supporters. He has not even shown his face before his rivals. His face was still covered in dark helmet glass.

"Ready!" exclaimed the woman while lifting her scarf up high. The riders are ready in their place. They play the gas handle of the motor, to produce a roar from their motor engine. His feet were about to step on the pedal on the right side. Shaka's gaze was so focused on the black paved road that it glittered in the light of the night lights.

"YES!" the girl shouted and each of the motorcycles began to speed.

They drive each other at maximum speed, using the best strategy when it comes to overtaking around the corner. Maintain balance so as not to rub against other racers. There are some people who cheat, by trying to kick other drivers. Luckily Shaka was able to avoid that. He escaped from his rivals and his motorcycle rode forward to reach the finish line.

"Yahoo!!!" the crowd shouted as Shaka braked his bike until the back of the bike was lifted. He also stood on his bike with one hand holding the handlebar while the other hand clenched in the air showing his power and ability.

Despite not showing his face and identity, a Shaka became his star tonight. The man who got the nickname 'Black rider' managed to get millions of rupiah. Partly he scatters to treat the riders. All he did to smooth his steps to get acquainted with the members of the motorcycle genk. Shaka's exploration will end with questions, though,

"Lo know the murder case at the fork in the road to bogor?" ask Shaka. The riders looked at each other and they were compact. Again, Shaka's efforts fail to find any trace of his sister's killer. As the aunt said, if the police give a statement that Rasya was killed by members of the motorcycle genk and until now they have not found the culprit. No witnesses or evidence that could be a clue, until finally Rasya's death deadlocked.

"No, it's not dead-end. I must have found out who your killer was, Rasya," Shaka's inner self as he passed away leaving the race area. What he wants to know, he has heard and the results are still nil.

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