Bad Boy Agents

Soto shop

By nightfall, Gayatri was still tidying up the dirty dishes at her soto shop. For half an hour he stood in front of the sink, washing cutlery like never ending. Plates stacked on the right, bowls on the left and glasses he stacked on a shelf that was a little rickety.

When the girl put the next glass, the shelf creaked a little. He immediately took the rubber from the motorcycle tire, then he tied the rack to the iron pole of the frame. His hands were still foaming, he simply melted them into the apron that covered the front body. Her hair was tied but messy, indicating that the girl was so exhausted that she did not notice her appearance.

“Excuse me,” voice calls are heard at the door of the store. Gayatri immediately turned her head and there was a man coming.

“Your mom is there?” ask the man to Gayatri.

Not yet able to answer, the noise outside was already heard first. The voice of the mother who was cursing at someone rang out loud in Gayatri's ears. “If you go home just for molor doang, mending you don't have to go back! You just bother bini with your son doang! Go there lo! I am tired of working all day, the money you take for gambling the same as mabok-mabokan. Crazy people are lo!” exclaim the mother.

Gayatri immediately approached her mother and left the man before her. The man followed out and saw Gayatri's mother who was nagging her husband who was sitting on the ground half-stained. Surely the man lost the gamble again.

“Go from here! I am tired of seeing you! Family situation again like gini, instead of being aware, even more becoming. Go there!” exclaimed the woman named Mira while kicking her husband's leg.

The passersby looked at Mira who was shaking her waist at her husband. The man did not lick, his body was too weak due to the influence of the drink. Gayatri immediately approached the father and crouched down beside the man. He took his father's hand and put it on his shoulder. He helped the man to stand up and move from before those who looked at him. However, he could not allow this man to be the subject of spectacle and ridicule of those who passed by.

“Do not take care of Aya! You just made me sprain! Can die young I because I have a male model like this!” exclaim the woman with anger. When I was angry, Mira's language was very rude. He did not see in front of whom he was speaking.

But Gayatri ignored him. He kept asking his father to come into the house. His thin and tall body, making Gayatri a little difficult to help this man. But he did not give up, he still took the man into the house, through a small alley between the soto shop and the neighboring house.

“Lo look, unfortunately you are the same father lo, your father will never love you. Inglet it!” shouted the mother. Gayatri ignored him, he still took the father in and laid his body on the brown butut sofa because it was worn out.

Gayatri exhaled violently while looking at the man for a while. His heart grimaced to see this so broken man. It's been a month since her father was like this. Out of the house just to gamble and get drunk. According to him, this was all he could do to collect back the money that was exhausted after he was dismissed from his job as a foreman in one of the garment factories.

Gayatri's rough breathing was clear. His life this month has been difficult, very difficult. He and his family are devastated by a problem they never thought would destroy their family. He struggled to rise from his depressed mental condition, but his family environment did not become a good support system for his recovery. Everyone in the family is equally hurt. I don't know when this problem will be solved and I don't know until when Gayatri is able to survive this sickening life.

Leaving his father, Gayatri returned to his kitchen. He proceeded to wash the cutlery that he had not yet finished. At the closed shop, there was the mother who was talking to the man who had been looking for her.

“Gue no more money to pay for everything. Give me a few days, a week. Can ya?” pinta the mother to the man who is one of the loan sharks where her mother borrowed money. Rude speech, as if squarely facing this man.

“Heh Samsul, you think how much profit from selling soto? If I could get rich straight away, I wouldn't have minjem money with your boss! You think I'm the same family I don't need to eat? No need to take care of the needs of my life? No, I only have money like this. Want to take please, don't you take also nothing!” exclaimed Mira while putting some of the money she got today.

The man was clucking, always failing to collect the debt on Mira. “Mother has a daughter, why not sell her child? Still a virgin, right? The price must be expensive,” said the man while looking at Gayatri from his place. The girl who is always silent has a beautiful body and looks beautiful, it is not difficult to make the girl as a way to make money.

“Heh jerk! As crazy as I am, I will not sell my son! Go there, before I flush your face with suah soto!” mira exclaimed as she smacked the man's head with the tray. His patience is over. He was shaking his waist in front of the man. “Minggat lo, so I can still be patient!” this time his index pointed straight at the door of the shop that was wide open.

“Hah, recek lo! In love solutions even ngusir!” exclaimed the man as he passed away after taking some of the money given by Mira.

“Lo catet money you take! Watch out if lo tilep. Also beware if you still dare to think about my son!” exclaimed the woman while slamming the door of the soto shop violently.

There was a sound of his breath blowing rough, a sign of annoyance to the men who insulted him. He massaged his temple which was pulsating with dizziness, it seemed like his high blood was relapsing again. From his place he looked at Gayatri who was still a henchman with her job washing dishes. He realized that his daughter was growing up and growing into a beautiful and attractive girl. That was one of the reasons why he never took Gayatri to the market, as many market thugs teased his daughter

Finally, the woman approached Gayatri and took out some money from her waist bag. “Tomorrow you buy a new skirt. Do not wear short skirts again so!” he said while giving the money to Gayatri.

The girl only glanced, not intending to even chimed in her mother's words and instead continued to wash the dishes.

“Gue has money, so I told you to buy a new skirt! All of you buy a looser top shirt, do not worry like this!” added the woman while pinching Gayatri's waist in hopes of Gayatri's uniform pinching. His chest that began to develop, making the curves of Gayatri's body look very attractive.

The girl remained unclogged, she immediately finished washing the dishes, then rinsed her hands and put the apron in place. He walked away from in front of his mother. He did not want to receive money from Mira, because for him it is better that money be used to pay his family's debt than used to buy a new uniform.

“Heh! Aya! It's so hard to say it!” snapped the woman while throwing the flip-flops she used towards Gayatri. The slippers hit Gayatri's back leaving a dirty stain on her back. But the girl did not turn around, she instead continued her steps towards the house. He was tired and no longer wanted to hear the mother's words.

“Galih... Galiih...” at the door of his room, Gayatri's steps came to a halt for a moment when she heard the voice of the father calling a name. He saw the father sobbing and his eyes watering. Looks like this guy's a nightmare. He looked at the man's face for a moment before entering his room and closing the door. Gayatri no longer wanted to hear such whining.

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