Bad Boy Agents

Maintaining previlage

Gayatri's body stiffened instantly as a teenage boy sat next to her with the backrest of a chair made to turn his back on Gayatri. The man propped his hands up on the back of the chair and looked at Gayatri closely.

The white girl did not budge in the least. Face pias. Don't look, even glancing he didn't dare. What was reflected in his mind at this moment was the dark space he was in with this man which made him feel claustrophobic and frightened. His hands were instantly wet, a mouthful of cold sweat creeping down his back.

“Old yes we did not meet, lo how are you?” The sharp-eyed man added to questions that made Gayatri even more intimidated.

Shaka noticed a man wearing a famous branded watch and a limited edition. Under the watch was a small skull-shaped tattoo with a clearly visible scar. Shaka once got a similar watch from his boss when he successfully completed his first mission, three years ago.

“Sorry, Aya like not being able to talk to you,” Shaka is trying to mediate. The man who he said was named Dion glanced at Shaka with the corner of his sharp eyes while smiling sinisterly.

“Lo new boy huh?” The teenage pelontos named Dion moved from his place and stood opposite Shaka. His chest puffed up with clenched hands.

“Ya, I'm Shaka,” Shaka reached out his hand kindly. Attempting to familiarize themselves with teenagers who have just met. At first glance he thought, it seemed like the luxurious black motor had belonged to this teenager. And look at Gayatri's mute expression with her tense body and pias face, he began to remember that the motorbike belonged to a man who stalked Gayatri the other day and had jotos with him in an old shophouse.

So, his name is Dion. Then why is Gayatri so scared of this man?

The teenager named Dion just smirked cynically. He looked at Shaka's outstretched hand and had no intention of welcoming him.

“Gue don't care who you are, back off, my business is the same Aya.” Dion said firmly, glancing cynically at Shaka. With the look of his sharp eyes, trying to expel the existence of Shaka from before him.

Feeling unresponsive, Shaka rubbed his outstretched hand, onto his head. He smiled faintly, “Gue can't go anywhere, my seat is here.” The stubborn Shaka chose to sit in his chair, he did not care at all for Dion's sharp gaze which showed his dislike.

Dion rubbed his chin rough, his hands clenched and it felt like he wanted to punch the man in front of him. His jaw had even hardened, seeing the face of the man who some time ago prevented him from talking to Gayatri.

“Aya, can you talk to me for a minute?” Again, the man refocused himself on Gayatri. No matter what Shaka is.

Shaka listened carefully to the response of the girl sitting behind him. He leaned his body against the back of the chair, then closed his eyes. The silent atmosphere of the class was tense, allowing Shaka to hear Gayatri's roaring and rough breathing. Certainly the beating of the heart fluttered erratically.

“Free five minutes, I beg.” This is Dion's second sentence.

Gayatri remained unmoved. “Aya,” calls Dion again and Gayatri stays silent, making Shaka sure that this man makes gayatri uncomfortable.

“Dion,” a call is heard at the door of class XII IPS 1. It was the God who came with his friends, including Zaidan.

He squealed, there was a disturbance when he wanted to speak with Gayatri. “We go to class,” said the teenager. He also saw Gayatri's pias face and did not speak in the slightest. The girl is definitely not okay.

“Hah! Shit!” Dion snorted in annoyance, I don't know who. He stared at Gayatri for a while before God wrapped his hand on the shoulder of the field.

“Come,” The Lord tried to pull Dion, but the man shook the hand of God. Returning the chair roughly, colliding with the table until rowdy, made the students stunned. For a while he looked at Gayatri who did not glance in the slightest with a feeling of disappointment, then passed away leaving Gayatri with an annoyed feeling.

“Lo okay?” asked Zaidan shortly after Dion who passed away followed God and his friends. Dion took the time to punch the classroom door, making some students stunned but did not dare to protest.

As usual, Gayatri did not answer. But Shaka could smile with relief as he heard a sigh of relief from Gayatri's mouth.

“Gue tipped him,” said Zaidan while patting Shaka on the shoulder.

Shaka nodded slowly, Zaidan left without saying anything.

“Lo okay?” type Shaka in the message he sent to Gayatri.

The girl did not reply, as her phone was left at home. It's just that he looked calmer after the teenager named Dion left.

“Good morning kids.” The voice of a male teacher then sounded clear. “Please gather in the hall yes, because there is a briefing from our school principal. Please get together within ten minutes,” continued the voice.

“Yaahh... really males...” lamented Rima followed by other discordant voices complaining of the same thing. Since Shaka entered this school, only this time he was asked to gather in the hall. Either this activity is indeed a routine thing, or either because there are other things that need to be conveyed by the principal. Lazily the students moved from their place, flocking out of the classroom towards the hall on the third floor.

“Lo not to the hall?” shaka asked Gayatri, when the students were out of class. He looked at the girl who was beginning to calm himself down.

The girl did not reply, she took her drinking bottle and took a few breaths to calm her still pounding heart. After feeling better, he got out of his place and walked slowly towards the hall. Shaka soon catches up with her, walking beside Gayatri to accompany the girl.

“That fear needs to be expressed Aya. And I am willing to deal with that,” Shaka said calmly.

Gayatri only glanced at the tall man beside her. Dion's arrival always made his body tremble and stiffen until he could not move. His breathing was choked and his heartbeat was extremely fast. He thought after being able to talk to Shaka, he had improved. But in fact, facing Dion still makes his heart sting.

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In the hall at this time the students were gathered. This vast room was like a beehive that was buzzing the discordant voices of its students. Three men were standing there. Shaka did not know exactly who the men were other than the headmaster standing in the middle.

“They are who, Yes?” ask the curious Shaka. He slightly tilted his head at Gayatri who was sitting next to him.

“Head of school, wakasek student body same school committee chairman,” said Gayatri in a low voice. The girl who was holding the other side stared at the three people before her with a strange look. Sharp and like full of anger.

“Wakasek student imported?” Shaka idly asked, considering the figure of wakasek student who has a facial character similar to European nationals.

“Hem, just took office two months ago.” Gayatri answered lazily.

Shaka just nodded. Because of sitting at the back, the faces of the three people were not very clear, but if met face to face, it seemed like Shaka could recognize him.

“Good morning kids,” greet the headmaster with his voice echoing through the microphone.

“Good morning Sir,” said the students.

“Good kids, I gathered you here, to remind you some things. Soon, you will take your midterms. I hope you can focus on the lesson. Don't do things that go against school rules because we don't hesitate to get you out. You certainly know, one serious offense that you committed, will result in the termination of your future.”

“Your actions and horns reflect not only your personal identity, but also the identity of the school. As it has been, students who are expelled from this school, will have difficulty finding a new school. Because you will be stamped as a naughty and unethical child.”

“School here, give you a good previlage, so use that privilege properly. Do not cut off your own future. Remember it well,” firmly the headmaster at the end of his sentence.

That line of sentences was more audible as a threat than motivation, not making the students react. One-way conversation from the principal, does not change it as information that must be obeyed by students.

Until the students flocked out of the classroom, no discordant grunts could be heard. Does that mean the students just take the principal's word?

I don't know.

After exiting the hall, Shaka lets Gayatri into class with David. "Please accompany him" he asked.

"Yes bang" whispered firmly David. He walked next to the girl and occasionally seemed to talk. I don't know what the man said, Shaka didn't really hear it. What the man was doing right now was pulling Rosi's hand into one corner of the room.

“What's Shaka?” the girl looked shocked and frightened. He looked at Shaka vigilantly.

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