Bad Boy Agents

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At ten in the morning, Soto was already sold out. Two of Mira's beloved big pots are already dry because buyers come together. If only RT in the neighborhood of his house did not order soto in large portions, maybe at this time they are still working to serve customers.

“Yaahh, out yes Mpok?” ask one customer who still entered even though Barkah has posted the words ‘Soto exhausted’ on their store door.

“Iyaa, in wholesale same bu RT. Tomorrow again yaakk Mira answered kindly. Maybe because his heart was very happy and flowery.

“Bikin again napa Mpok, my son has a fever. Not wanting to eat anything, want to eat fruitful,” said the pasmina hooded woman with a sad look on her face.

“Lo's son is sick? Bentar dah, there is a little soto leftover, make your child doang mah enough. Banging yes,” Mira immediately went into his house and took the rest of the soto in the bowl that he put in plastic. Just a moment until then he returned with the soto.

“Nih, make your child. There's no collin, but, uh, bihun doang." Mira gave the soto bag to her customers.

"This is a lot of Mpok, how much?" The woman opened her wallet.

"So what? No need to pay. The important thing is that your child recovers,”, Mira said in earnest.

“Yes the Mpok, really tumben. Well really!” The woman accepted it with great taste.

“Udah I love at least do not sneak. Udah sono back, tell your child to eat a lot.” Mira half evicted her customers.

“Iyaa Mpok, thank you. Moga trade is increasingly selling cape kimpul. Come on Aya, I'm sorry,” say goodbye to the woman at Gayatri who was wiping the table.

Gayatri simply nodded in response to the woman.

"Aamiin.." cried Mira. After the woman died, Mira pegged in her place. He looked at his daughter who was wiping the table and rearranging soy sauce and chili and toothpicks and table numbers. He also looked at the husband who was tidying up the money.

“Do not lo tilep!” he cried when he saw Barkah folding his money.

“Opaan, say-ngadi lo! I just slip this money to fit the count of serratus thousand. I'm not sure you're the same as me!” the husband was upset.

Mira just chuckles amusedly looking at her husband's pursed lips. She approached her husband and took the money she had paid. “Nih make lo, do not use gambling,” The woman gives money rinses amounting to serratus thousand.

“Waahh, in my wages. Thanks already!” barkah cried while smelling the smell of money in his hand.

“Abid dzuhur me to the market for shopping needs tomorrow. Don't go anywhere,” Mira pointed at her husband with a straight index finger.

“Ah well, yes! When are you not anther to the market?” Barkah brushed off his wife who pointed straight at him.

Mira did not chim in, he took two hundred thousand dollars and brought them to Gayatri. “Nih make lo! make buy kuaci same chocolate ice cream.” The woman put the money on the table, near Gayatri's hand.

“Yes time si Aya in love so much money to buy kuaci, jontor can tuh his lips!” barkah shouted from his place.

“Haish! Diem!” decik Mira who glared at her husband.

“Geez,” Barkah said as he cupped his hands in front of his forehead while looking down, begging his wife for forgiveness. Mira just rolled her eyes looking at the husband's behavior.

Meanwhile, Gayatri looked only at the ten thousand and twenty thousand denominations. “Do not, make another payment,” timpal Gayatri who firmly refused.

“What other screen? My debt? Wouldn't be enough! It's just enough for you to take a minute. Sono jajan lo, don't think about my debt. My debt is my business, not my business. Understand lo?” mira exclaimed as she forced the money into Gayatri's pocket.

Gayatri no longer protests. He immediately finished his work so as not to make it difficult for his mother.

By noon, Gayatri had just entered her room. He saw the power indicator of his phone on. Looks like the battery will run out soon. The girl checked it out immediately and sure enough, the battery will run out soon.

He grabbed the charger cable while checking some incoming messages. There was one notification in his group. “Aya, unblock lo,” the message was from Shaka and the rest was led by David and Rosi.

That's right, Shaka's number is still blocked. Gayatri was finally kind enough to unblock him. After that, many messages came in. One recent message from Shaka is a photo that he captioned, “Where to change the bandage on the head? My eyes are lower than yamun-ubun.” As soon as Shaka's message.

Gayatri was silent for a moment looking at the message on her phone screen. Aware of his message in Gayatri's reading, Shaka immediately sent Back a message.

“Gue saw the bandages were red, did my blood seep? Not an infection, right? Guess my brain if it enters germs how? Will my blood run out because it seeps?” tell me Shaka, what a very intimate message.

Sure enough, Gayatri was affected by the message she sent. Shaka is hurt for helping her.

“Share loc,” just the reply Gayatri message.

“Share loc what? Ketoprak what a porridgeist? Hah I have not eaten, want to take medicine fear even nausea,” Shaka even deliberately tagged Gayatri.

“Lo nyet address,” reply Gayatri with annoyance.

“Aakk aakk uuukk uukk aaakk aakk uukk uuukk...” reply Shaka at join address.

“Lo want to come here?” Shaka seems to have just woken up, but Gayatri has not read the message. The girl was wearing her jacket and picking up the helmet.

“Anjaaayy Aya want to take care of me, awokawok...” Again Shaka sent a message that Gayatri did not read.

“Do I need a red carpet title to welcome you?"

"Lo's really here, isn't he?"

"Lo don't bales wa me because you're on the road right Ya?” The three consecutive messages remained unread because Gayatri was heating her motor.

“Rapih very lo want to lafamart doang,” ledek the mother who just entered the house.

Gayatri did not chim in, he just salim before then leaving.

“Woyy!! Very rushed! Lafamartnya only ten meters from here, why use all motor?” mira yelled at her daughter who just left.

“Udah, up, diem!” said Barkah who suddenly pinched the lips of the wife with his fingers. The woman also looked up with glaring eyes.

“ALAMAKKK!!!” barkah's hair immediately bristled when he saw the eyes of his wife who was like a yakuza.

Will he survive?

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