Bad Boy Agents

Morning is shining

Gayatri fell asleep tonight. There were no nightmares that haunted him. Only the shadow of Rasya appeared in his dream. The handsome, bespectacled teenager smiled at the door of his class and waited for Gayatri to approach him.

Gayatri who was still busy with doing the task immediately closed the book. “Sya, don't you wait for me?” ask Gayatri. He was very happy because he was finally able to talk to Rasya.

Unfortunately, Rasya did not answer. The teenager only smiled a little and then left Gayatri and went with the light that dazzled Gayatri's eyes.

"Where is Rasya going? Why leave me?" Gayatri had to close her eyes and block her with her arms. Slowly the dazzling light disappeared and Gayatri immediately opened her eyes.

What was visible at this moment was the dazzling light from his room lights hanging above the ceiling. Because immediately asleep, Gayatri forgot to turn off the main light that he used to replace with a sleeping lamp.

“Rasya,” muttered the girl as she realized everything she saw was just a dream. He tilted his body, staring at the photo of Rasya from a distance. Next to the photo is a wekker who has shown almost six in the morning.

He heard the voice of his mother talking to his father. Either an ordinary chatter or a clear debate sounded rowdy. Timbre Mira's voice is indeed not much different between normal speech and by swearing. That was why Gayatri had already considered it commonplace.

“They also pesennya ngedadak, where many more. I told you, at most it can be taken at half-eight. Can't be earlier than that.” That's what Gayatri heard from out there.

The girl immediately got out of her bed to fulfill her obligations this morning. It wasn't too long because it seemed like he had to come out to help the mother.

When the door of his room opened, the smell of soto sauce immediately smelled. There were two large pots of soto on the dining table. Plastic filled with vermicelli and vegetables was neatly lined up in front of Barkah. The man in a singlet sweatshirt got the task to fill the plastic with soto appendages.

“Udah wake you up? help here,” invite Barkah while patting an empty place beside him.

Gayatri immediately approached and sat down beside Barkah. If calculated there are about forty plastic soto that must be filled. “Create to where?” ask Gayatri.

“Create bu RT, he said his son was there,” Mira who had immediately said he suddenly fell silent when he realized that the one who asked was Gayatri.

His hands suddenly limp and put his soup spatula in the pot. His round eyes looked at Gayatri in disbelief. Likewise with Barkah who immediately put the plstick in his hand and looked at Gayatri curiously.

“Try speaking again,” pinta Barkah among his shock and delight. His jaw was seen going up and down, swallowing his saliva rough.

Gayatri just stared at her parents alternately for a few moments, then she moved and went to the kitchen to pick up the funnel she used to insert the soto sauce. The gdais stood in front of the plate shelf, thinking about what sentence he would say to his parents. Why does it feel stiff?

BUKS!

A blow from Mira's hand landed just like that on Gayatri's back.

“AKH!” Gayatri complained of pain while holding her back that felt spicy and hot because of the mother's blow.

Gayatri did not turn away, she kept in place, resting on the pot of the sink. He felt the warmth of Mira's embrace while hearing the mother's seemingly endless sobbing. Between happy and upset that Gayatri can talk but does not talk to him.

Gayatri's heart rippled to hear the cries of her parents. It turned out that only a little sound came out of his mouth, highly anticipated by the two.

“Since when did you say that, since when?” mira asked while beating her daughter's arm. Gayatri's voice was so missed. Every night he sobbed just for loving his daughter whom he so longed for.

If Gayatri had known that every night, every Gayatri had fallen asleep, Mira would have gone into her room. Sitting on the edge of the child's bed just to look at Gayatri's face. At the stroke of Gayatri's head he kissed her forehead with tears.  He tried hard to hold his stuffing so as not to disturb the sleep of his son.

He waited right, when Gayatri recovered from his depression phase and his voice could be heard again. He was well aware of his shortcomings, because of his family's difficult conditions, making him tired to strengthen the princess. He was both wounded, he was both suffering and could only wait for a time that would wipe away all his sorrows and tears.

In his place, Gayatri did not chim in, he was still surprised by what happened to him. His tears were dripping and he rubbed rough with the back of his hand. The mother turned her body to face each other. Gayatri's heart was stunned when she saw Mira's sweaty and teary face.

“Try to talk to me, Enyak,” pinta Mira while cupping one side of Gayatri's face with her trembling hands.

The girl bit her lips round, wanting to speak, but like something was holding her in the esophagus.

“Aya Hunt, call me! You want to snack on the same sprain I can too! The important thing is that you said kayak, by the way!” cerca Mira with her tears that broke again. He shook Gayatri's hand before bowing lethargic with a deep sobbing. Only his shoulders were seen going up and down.

Gayatri tried to calm herself, looking up she sighed deeply and then exhaled slowly. His hands clenched strongly just to say, “Enyak,” he said softly and hoarsely.

Mira was immediately stunned, she straightened her body and stared fixedly at Gayatri. His lips smiled but his tears broke. In his slap Gayatri's left cheek softly then he hugged the child tightly. The woman was crying in Gayatri's arms, roaring as if she didn't care if people would hear her.

The originally silent rickshaw also moved from its place. His steps teetered towards Gayatri. He rubbed the child's head and kissed it slowly.

“Lo don't want to call me, huh?” asked the man with tears.

Gayatri smiled crazily, “Beh,” he said in a hoarse voice.

Not waiting long, Barkah also hugged his daughter and wife. They cry until they forget that the soto order is waiting to be prepared.

"Mine has returned and I will never be released again,"

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