Bad Boy Agents

Friend's help

"Again what?" alya asked who saw David looking agitated with a flat object in his hand. He walked back and forth in Alya's apartment. The man did not return after breakfast with Alya.

"I called bang Shaka, not picked up either. I sent a message not in reply either. What time did he come home last night?" David spoke in his anxious tone.

"Maybe bang Shaka's again resting. He would have said last night that his body was not healthy," Alya chimed in while bringing the used breakfast plate to the sink.

"It is precisely because of that that I am worried about Shaka bang. Fear of pain. Last night, before he left, he looked fine. But he came home sick. Hah, maybe last night he went on a mission alone. Shouldn't we go to Shaka's house?" asked David who put his phone down in desperation. A dozen times he called Shaka, the man still did not answer.

"Well, we'll wait for the bang. Bang Shaka must have contacted us if there was anything," Alya suggested.

David was pensive for a while, he thought right through Alya's words and seemed to make sense.

At Shaka's residence, finished washing his hands, the two youngsters returned to the living room. Gayatri opened the medicine box that was given by Agung's doctor last night. This is a medicine box to clean Shaka's wounds. He set aside some gauze sheets that he would use, as well as wound medicine and plaster that he had cut into small pieces.

“Sleep first,” pinta Gayatri, while patting the sofa pillow that he had positioned near his thigh.

“Okey,” gladly Shaka turned around, took the sofa cushion and lay down and made Gayatri's thigh as her cushion. Gayatri was shocked when Shaka's head was just above her lap.

“On the pillow,” order Gayatri.

Shaka shook his head. "My head is dizzy when moving-brinda place mulu,” complained the man, reasoned. There is no intention at all to move and even sat next to hug a pillow while closing his eyes. Shaka is stubborn and makes Gayatri can only shake her head at his behavior.

Lazy to protest, Gayatri was forced to start cleaning Shaka's wounds. It removes one by one the plaster that sticks in Shaka's hair. Occasionally the man grimaced as his hair became interested. Gayatri noticed the man's shriveled forehead withstanding the pain, but did not protest. He wanted to give peace to Gayatri while cleaning her wounds.

Gayatri rinses and presses the wound with infusion fluid given by Dr. Agung. He said he had medicine in it too. Wiping the wound using a piece of gauze and slightly pressing it so that no blood and pus remained. There's still blood left in the stitches, maybe this is what Shaka said seeped in.

“Sick Yes,” says Shaka Lirih. This time the man complained.

“Hold,” just that Gayatri welding.

“Udah definitely. Please try to be softer yes Yes, it hurts so much.” the man who wants it to close his eyes makes Gayatri pay attention to that handsome face. His extremely tall nose was neatly framed by his pair of thick eyebrows. Lips looked reddish, it seemed like Shaka was not a smoker.

Feeling no movement from Gayatri's hand, Shaka opened his eyes. A few seconds they looked at each other and Gayatri looked shocked. He immediately proceeded to clean Shaka's wound and averted his gaze from Shaka's fixed gaze. Every now and then he exhaled his coarse breath to expel the sudden erratic feeling, his face slightly flushed like a ripe tomato, funny at all.

Shaka, who saw Gayatri's facial features, closed his eyes again, waiting until Gayatri finished putting gauze on both wounds. Very comfortable and soft, although sometimes painful. But Shaka still enjoyed it until sleepy and wanted to fall asleep.

“Bangun, it's done,” said Gayatri teasingly Shaka who was only a few minutes away.

Very quickly thought Shaka. Though he had just slept on the thighs of Gayatri which made him comfortable. “In the meantime,” Shaka is not ready to move, nor are his eyes open.

“You woke up yourself what I built?” challenge Gayatri, sounding serious with her words.

“Aaaa..” whine Shaka.

“God.aa.. I said no more. Aduuhhh dizzy...” complained Shaka while holding his head. He grimaced in pain.

“Truly pain?” Gayatri panicked herself. He examined Shaka carefully making his face directly above Shaka's face with the opposite direction.

Slowly Shaka opened his eyes, Gayatri's face was completely above his. The girl's forehead was straight above her lips, slightly wrinkled like reading Shaka's facial water. Shaka swallowed his saliva violently because Gayatri's face was so close to his face. The rumbling in his chest came back as Gayatri's face gushed across his face.

“Udah meningan, excuse me, I want to wake up.” That's all Shaka said, not daring to say and do more because his heart was getting worse.

Gayatri immediately straightened her body. Both of his hands were ready to help Shaka to get up. Shaka let out his breath slowly to reduce the pounding sensation in his chest cavity.

Apparently, only Shaka himself felt that. Gayatri looked calm. He cleaned up the medical devices and packed the trash in one small plastic ready to dispose of. The girl went to throw the trash into the kitchen and Shaka could only look at her, her eyeballs staring everywhere at Gayatri's feet.

"Why is it? Is this the effect of the medicine I'm taking?" Shaka muttered to himself. The young man went to check the packaging of the drug, reading the side effects. But palpitations in the chest are not one of the side effects of the drug.

“After this you rest. Change the bandage tomorrow morning again,” Gayatri voice again sounded closer.

“Lo want to go home?” shaka asked the girl who approached. There is a sense of unwillingness.

“Yes, I still have a home.” Gayatri answered coldly. For him the task is done.

“Yes, you also rest. Sorry yes, already ngerepotin,” said Shaka who rose from his place and approached one corner of the wall to remove a small duct tape at the end of the decorative lights.

“Lo still want to finish this?” Gayatri took the key.

“Hem, I'm claustrophobic if you squirm a mess.” The man answered as if.

Gayatri just exhaled her rough breath, it seemed like she could not go home now. Unasked, the girl approached, starting to take off one by one the tape attached to the lamp without saying anything. Shaka turned his head and looked at Gayatri's face that looked attractive when exposed to the reflection of the small colorful bulb.

“Say you want to go home?” shaka asked, looking at Gayatri.

“Can be a week if you cleanin all this yourself,” timpal Gayatri tightly, without looking at it one bit.

But the answer made Shaka smile. “Thanks,” said, thanking Gayatri for helping her clean up all this mess.

Gayatri did not answer, but continued her work cleaning the tape in Shaka's house.

How could he leave a sick person cleaning his house alone?

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