Bad Boy Agents

The expected arrival

The arrival of a Gayatri is really in later by Shaka. The young man, who was on the balcony of his room, smiled broadly when he saw a scooter enter his yard. Who else would have owned it if not Gayatri. Shaka immediately ran down the stairs to welcome the girl.

There was no red carpet like the one he had doubled, but there was a heart waiting with a heart pounding. He forgot the throbbing sensation of pain in his head that was increasingly felt along with the wound that began to dry up.

Shaka ignores the messy living room and has not yet settled. The young man ran quickly towards the porch of the house to greet Gayatri with his wide smile. His heart grew timid when he saw Gayatri get off his bike and take off the bogo helmet that protected his head.

The girl was different, her eyes twinkling more and more beautiful. His relaxed yet firm footsteps seemed to be inversely proportional to Shaka's rapid and rumbling heartbeats. He could not hide his happiness seeing the girl in a pair of jeans coffee chocolate color was now standing in front of him with a tent of crackle.

“Lo really comes?” shaka asked in disbelief.

“Hem, before the germs ransacked the nerves in your head that was already messy,” timpal Gayatri while thrusting a crackle in his hand.

I don't know what the contents of the black crackle that Shaka clearly inhaled a familiar fragrance until his eyes closed.

“Lo bring my penance?” asked the man while taking over the crackle in Gayatri's hands. He checked the contents and sure enough, the contents were ketoprak that was not expected to be brought by Gayatri. “Thanks Aya,” he added in earnest.

“Hem,” only that Gayatri authorization. The corner of his heart came smiling to see a smile that did not stop growing from the lips of Shaka, a strange man who was willing to get hurt to save him. This man is indeed good, only the behavior is often beyond the estimate of BMKG.

“Come in,” invite Shaka.

The man walked first, diekori Gayatri who was still paying attention to the quiet atmosphere of the house. In this very large and spacious house, he only met two people, namely the security guard in front there and Shaka the owner. Though it looks like this house can accommodate residents of one RT.

“Gue lives alone, no brothers, no parents,” Shaka said as confirming what Gayatri thought.

Gayatri did not bother, as she did not want to be too meddled in family matters, so she did not ask Shaka much. They know them as school friends. No, this time increased, knowing him as the one who had saved his life.

“Sit down, I take the plate first. What do you want to drink?” tawar Shaka's.

“No need, I did not come for a drink,” replied Gayatri with a ketus.

“Hahahaha. Uh but the pool's still dirty, I haven't cleaned it yet. Bentar yes,” said Shaka while moving to his kitchen. The distance is quite far, making Shaka long enough to leave Gayatri.

Gayatri sat in one corner of the sofa. He looked around the house that still left small lights stuck on the wall. The ‘Welcome to the Party’ post is also still attached, hanging on the high ceiling of the house with a large decorative lamp in the middle.

It seems that Shaka really intends to hold this party, so the decoration is so maximal. Colorful balloons are also still seen scattered on the back porch of Shaka's house, precisely in the park and swimming pool. I don't know how much time Shaka will spend getting things done.

“Sorry old,” Shaka said as he returned.

The man brought plates and spoons and a glass of drink for Gayatri. The cold drink was a little cloudy white with some lychee fruit in it. The glass was very beautiful, like a glass in a cafe.

“Gue has no food, if you are hungry later we come out yes.” Shaka put the glass and the plate on the table, right in front of Gayatri.

Gayatri does not chimed in, preferring to help Shaka open his armpit pack and place it on the plate. Shaka gave a small smile seeing the little help that Gayatri was doing.

“Thank you,” Shaka gladly accepted it. “Lo have eaten?” ask Shaka later.

“Udah,” only that Gayatri said while looking the other way.

“Okey, if you're already.” Shaka started his first feed. “Eemm... It's delicious Aya!” shaka exclaimed with round eyes. “This is the first ketoprak that tastes best. Where do you buy?” Shaka was really curious. He chews his food quickly and bribes for the second to third time.

“Feelings B only. Lo must also pass, roundabout deck,” said Gayatri sekhenya.

“Feelings last night I passed by nothing. Don't I see because I'm dizzy?” Shaka tried to remember.

“If your head is dizzy, stop babbling, eat!” decik Gayatri with cold.

“Wiihh very fierce indeed Yes, I am sick again,” Shaka put on his sad face while bribing back ketoprak into his mouth.

“Ya already abisin kendopraknya, later take medicine,” Gayatri upset also on the childish behavior Shaka. He did not expect that the behavior of a bad boy was turned into a baby.

“My hands lemes Yes. Her bruises are sharp. Udah kepegelan lifting spoon from earlier.” Shaka's right hand drooped weakly, he put his spoon away. He was fishing for Gayatri's attention.

Gayatri did not comment, she looked at Shaka's bruised arm. Looks like this guy withstood a beam blow that almost hit Gayatri's face last night.

“Still want you continue not to eat it?” tanya Gayatri while glancing at the ketoprak that is still half left.

Shaka nodded spoiledly. "If anyone is willing to help this weakling," he whined with sneering lips, pretending to endure the spoiled cries.

Not much to comment, Gayatri takes over Shaka's plate as well as his spoon. Then feed the ketoprak into Shaka's mouth. Shaka's mouth was wide open, immediately grabbing the mouthful of Gayatri directed at him and chewing it with pleasure. “It is better if you are happy,” cetus with a happy smile.

Gayatri did not chim in, she stuffed Shaka's mouth back with a ketoprak, every Shaka opened his mouth to talk, Gayatri always fed it with the food, so until then the food in the dish clean toilet.

“So much Aya. This is called eating while sprint,” great-grandson Shaka who smiles widely.

“Drink lo medicine,” the girl's word while bringing the glass and medicine closer to the owner.

“Okey,” Shaka opened the medicine packaging, there are three drugs that he must take. He sank at the same time until the three compactly went into Shaka's stomach at the same time. Thank goodness there was no drama.

“Gue wants to wash hands,” said Gayatri.

“Oh, we go back aja.” Shaka takes Gayatri deeper into his house. Passing through the mini bar, then the quiet living room and turning right, there was a kitchen there. The kitchen is pretty neat for a Shaka. Gayatri washes her hands in the sink while Shaka looks at her from behind, leaning against the dining table. It was still like a dream to see Gayatri come to his house and speak with her distinctive voice.

Gayatri looked at Shaka's smiling face from the reflection of the small glass before her. I don't know why the guy is always smiling. Is his life that happy?

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