Bad Boy Agents

Dion

A black-colored sports motor drove at medium speed towards the gates of the bone-white painted school. Only about a few more meters will he arrive. Students have arrived in their own vehicles. Not a few walk.

A smile etched behind a black full face helmet. I can't wait to meet someone I haven't seen for a few hours. How was his face today, what was bright like yesterday afternoon?

The black motor is now turning to the gate, he had to pull for a moment the brake handle when he saw a man in his clothes were not too neat, standing in front of the gate. In his hand he held an orange body bag. Shaka paused for a moment the pace of his bike and went down for a while to just approach the confused looking man. Helmets that cover his face and head.

“Excuse me, who are you?” shaka asked the man whose hair had started to gray.

The man looked quite surprised to get a greeting from a student with a towering figure. The students ignored him, but the teenager volunteered to help him.

“I, his father Aya. This is his sports shirt missing. I call his son, even not lifted,” said the man while looking at Shaka with a line of smiles.

“What do you mean is Gayatri?” Shaka wants to make sure.

“Well yes, how to know?” Surprise is clearly reflected in the water of Barkah's face. Is his daughter that famous?

“I Shaka Sir, I am one class with Aya. Let me help give her sportswear with Aya,” the young man offered politely.

“Wah, thank you very much.. Sorry ngerepotin.” The middle-aged man's trembling hands stretched out to thrust out his daughter's sportswear. Her blackened lips curled up a smile as someone could help her.

“No sir, no ngerepotin.” Shaka accepted it with pleasure.

“Ya already, nitip ya... Studying diligently, I'm sorry first,” said Barkah in a hurry. He took the time to pat Shaka's arm twice before then passed away.

“Iya Sir, equally. Be careful on the road.” The tall young man nodded politely at Barkah.

Barkah answered him with a wave of his hand. He took the helmet he kept on the seat and then he put it on before then riding his favorite RX K^ng motorbike which sounded loud when turned on. The man honks his horn as a form of parting. Shaka replied with a nod.

“Temen si Aya there is a handsome as well,” Barkah sat down while looking at the figure of Shaka from his rearview. The sturdy man looked handsome as he rode back on his jet-black iron horse, towards the student parking area.

Shaka's motor wheel stopped in the parking area. His forehead frowned slightly when he saw the place he used to occupy was filled with other sports motorcycles in the same color as his. It's just that the bike comes from an international brand with a limited amount of production and is fantastic value.

“It feels like I know this motorbike,” muttered Shaka. He parked his bike not far from the Gayatri motorcycle. Just stymied one other duck bike. He noticed the bike while taking off his helmet. “Gue sure, I've seen that motor.” Shaka walked backwards and kept looking at the motor until then he entered the school hallway while thinking, considering the two-wheeled vehicle.

“For Shaka,” greet some of the students who met Shaka on the way to class.

“Morning,” as usual Shaka said kindly to make the girls whisper with a smile, it seems very happy to get a reply from Shaka.

Climbing the stairs to the second floor, the door of Shaka's class was already visible in front of it. The students were still outside because the new entrance bell would ring in about ten minutes. The long-legged owner sped up his pace, nodding at some friendly greetings. His round eyes looked into the classroom through the open window, he saw the figure of Gayatri already sitting in her chair with an earphone covering both ear holes.

“Again,” the man did not get tired of telling. He went straight to his desk and put his backpack on the table. “Morning,” he also greeted the sweet-looking Gayatri this morning. Knocked on Gayatri's desk twice.

The girl glanced at him with her cold expression, more precisely glancing at the godbag Shaka was carrying. “Oh yes, this is bokap lo. I met him at the school gate. Said this is a lo.” sports shirt Gody bag that Shaka put on the Gayatri desk.

Gayatri said nothing. There is no intention at all to just say thank you. He picked up the bag and put it under the table. Shaka looked around. He thought that such a rowdy atmosphere made Gayatri uncomfortable. Perhaps that was what made the long haired girl just fall silent.

“This is your wallet, yesterday I missed in my house,” this time Shaka put Gayatri wallet on the table. Shaka's words managed to make Indah turn to the girl, look at her a while ago sniffed.

“He didn't come, did he, to the party?” ask Wanda who also listened.

“Gue didn't see. Anyhow want her to come to the party, girl isos so.” Rima chimed in, then the three girls chuckled.

“Isos what yes?” Alya who was sitting in the middle was curious.

“Social isolation, can not be mixed with others, let alone come to the party.” Rima replied while chuckling. It was fun to get stuck with Gayatri.

Alya's lips rounded, forming the letter O, he also looked at Gayatri who said nothing and immediately put her wallet in the bag. His heart was a little uncomfortable, imagining a day yesterday maybe Gayatri in Shaka's house. He was supposed to follow David's desire to come to Shaka's house.

“Shaka why yes, his head? That bump huh?” There was one curious person with two small bandages on Shaka's head, namely Indah.

“Don't know me, try asking to bring the cord closer,” Wanda even mocked it.

“Hahahha... silaturahmi not tuh,” Rima chimed in, making Indah blush shy with her face that blushed and she fanned.

“There is Dion, there is Dion!” a student who ran into the class. All eyes were on the boy.

“Hah, dion is back?” The curious Wanda, immediately looked up from the window. Not only Wanda, but also the other students, they compactly approached the window.

Sure enough, a male figure with a tall posture walked closer to class XII IPS 1. Alya was curious and before long, the man arrived at the classroom door making the students compactly disperse and sit in his chair respectively. The class was suddenly silent, all was silent, no one dared to make a sound.

Shaka also noticed the cold-faced man. From the look of his face looks not friendly at all and tends to be fierce. His clothes were no more neat than those of other students. The buttons of his shirt he opened partially, revealing a chain necklace that was coiled around his neck. Your piercing in the middle of his lips is also his right ear. Her hair is pelletos and slightly tanned when exposed to sunlight.

The unexpected thing the man did was, pull one chair with his right hand, turn it around quickly and put it next to Gayatri's table. He sat there, making Gayatri's body stiffen for a moment.

“Hay Aya,” said the man, with an intimidating slanted smile.

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