Bad Boy Agents

Many equations

The memory of her being with Rasya faded away as Barkah's voice called out to Gayatri in her room.

“You want me to tell you back what you want to meet?” that was the second question that Barkah asked after a while Gayatri did not also answer.

“Gosh!” the man was instantly stunned as Gayatri opened the door of her room suddenly. “You want to meet?” asked the man, still half shocked.

“Iya, tell wait aja,” say Gayatri weakly.

“Iyaa, I told you to wait. Babeh later said you change clothes first. Would you like to say you again and also not?” goda Barkah who chuckles amusedly.

“Beehh...” Gayatri whines.

“Ahahahahayy.. yaakk no. Muach!” the man suddenly kissed the head of Gayatri gently.

The girl was shocked to see the father's attitude. It's been a long time that he didn't whine like that. Precisely when he realized that whining only made the condition of his family more difficult.

“Yes, I was a samperin kid. He said his name was Shaka. Cakep is just as dashing as his man,” Barkah sincerely praised.

Gayatri just smiled crazily, she immediately went into her room to change her uniform.

“My son has been met this guy, must install this shield,” muttered Barkah who walked gallantly to find Shaka.

“Si Ayanya change clothes first. You just wait for a clash,” said Barkah when meeting Shaka.

“Iya, thanks Beh,” Shaka said lightly while smiling and giving her thumbs up. Barkah was made to smile by the teenager he met this morning at school.

The man approached the wife who was serving customers at the cashier and gave her some change.

“Si Aya under many real snacks. The boy seems to like our son,” whispered Barkah after one customer in front of him left.

“Someone doesn't like our child? Uh Mira's son means.” Mira snickered cynically, still recalling the taunts of Barkah a moment ago. Secretly he also noticed Shaka who was playing his phone.

“Ah have lambeknya even keperusan. Three years won't forget it. That's Mira's son. Lucky I married this cocor duck, my son saucy, pinter-pinter. All thanks lo!” Barkah pinched the lips of the wife who pursed her head.

“Yes yes laaahhh..” Mira says with jumawa. Barkah misgivings to see the arrogance of the wife who sting full on the arrogance of the neighbors.

“Eh, by the way tomorrow is your scheduled visit. Want to come with me?” ask suddenly.

“Can not really lo do not spoil the atmosphere like that?” Mira answered with a wrench. With his arms he elbowed the belly of Barkah who was blocking his way. The woman moved to the front of the pot to check the soto supplies.

“Yes sorry, I don't mean. But, rather than we forget, it mending me who ngingetin.” Barkah tried to explain to his wife not to get angry.

“Lo go alone, I'm busy. If we have a holiday tomorrow, I have no money to pay deposit.” Mira answered realistically. Too realistic to feel slapped in the face of a barkah who often feels useless. The woman was rummaging back her newly matured soto. This is the third soto pot that is prepared for buyers in the afternoon, when the factory breaks up.

“Iyaa, I get it. I just ngingetin aja, you would have said that the family is not enough to use money doang. There is love in it too. We have lost a lot of money until we become difficult people like this, time must lose love too,” Sentence Barkah sounds sad and it makes Mira's chest tight.

The woman did not chim. He still stirred up his soto sauce that was actually mature.

A beautiful girl was seen entering from the back door of the tavern. The girl walked leisurely to approach her guest.

“Tuh, son of mpok Mira,” Barkah elbowed his wife when Gayatri came.

Mira turned her head and smiled when she saw her daughter dressed up. “Akh shit, my son has gotten bigger, already a virgin he,” he lamented. It is not right to see the Gayatri changes that are felt so quickly. The new feeling yesterday he was fondling the red baby he welcomed with joy and now his daughter has grown into a beautiful adult girl, similar to her when young.

“Udah biarin. Let cepet have a daughter-in-law ama our grandchild,” Barkah said happily.

Geck!

One shake received Barkah from the soup spoon owned by the wife. “Lotak lo his mind to it mulu. Si Aya must be a successful person first so that his old age is not difficult like us,” protest Mira.

“Hehehehe... Yes also yes.” Barkah smiled a little while rubbing his head that felt bejol because of the shakes of the wife.

Satisfied looking at Gayatri, they again busied themselves with the customers who came.

“Hem. Want to eat?” bargain the girl, according to her message in the chat.

Shaka nodded spoiledly. Her smile on her back showed a neat row of teeth while looking at the girl in front of her warmly. Gayatri's face turned red because it was looked at like that by Shaka.

“Wait a moment,” say goodbye Gayatri who approached her mother. Shaka was only bright, he looked at the figure of Gayatri who was talking to her mother.

“Why? Want out?” ask Mira, quickly. He opened his waist bag to take the money.

“Ish, fuck. People will not come out. It was aya eating, he said. Want a sotoya one portion.” Gayatri asked timidly.

“Ah elah, kirain deliberately visited for lo. Tau-tauanya want to eat soto doang,” said Mira with disappointment.

“Well why if he wants to eat soto doang? He's a real laper. Just so you know, he lives alone in his house, has no parents. Her parents are not in Jakarta. That's why he came here for lunch.” Gayatri explained to her mother. His hands twisted together, it seemed that he was nervous.

Mira looked at a while her agitated-looking daughter, “Can you?” look, he looks doubtful and scared.

“When I'm stingy with people. Come in, eat at home. At home there is not only soto, there are others as well. Kasian is really a boy no one takes care of,” timpal Mira who turned to Shaka and looked at him for a while.

“No need, just here. Why bring it home,” Gayatri protest.

“Why? You are embarrassed because of the home lo butut?” Mira chimed in.

“Dih, it's not so. That is, he tuh temen doang school, why enter and enter the house all?” Gayatri. He does not want Shaka to know more about his family.

“What is the difference with Zaidan, he also temen lo school. From TK even. How many hundred times has he been in our house? Udaah, don't talk to alesan lo. Bring it in. Temen lo. Is the chair good for other customers?” mira's answer was longer than imagined.

“Iyaa, yes udah.” Gayatri finally gave up.

“Sotonya later I anterin, there go in first aja.” Mira half threw away her doubtful-looking daughter.

“Hem,” only that Gayatri authorization. He approached Shaka again and invited him into the house.

“Tuh child, turn is already smooth again talking, innannya ngebantaaahhh mulu. Ngajak debaaatt. But it's okay, mending like this rather than mingkem mulu,” grumbled Mira while preparing soto for her daughter.

It was unexpected for Shaka when it turned out that Gayatri's parents were being friendly to her. He entered the simple house and told her to eat at home.

Gayatri House is simple. When entering Shaka immediately greeted by a minimalist living room whose sofa is outdated. Going deeper, there is a fairly spacious dining room with a small kitchen minimalist. There are three rooms in this house and Gayatri's room is the front, visible from the name displayed on the door of his room.

From this dining room, Shaka can see directly the backyard which is covered with thin grass. It seems pretty broad.

“Can you eat out?” ask Shaka.

Gayatri looked back at her backyard. “Outside no table,” sahutnya cold.

“After eating can go there but right?” I don't know why Shaka was so urgent to go to that place.

“Hem,” only that Gayatri authorization. He put a plate and spoon in front of Shaka. “Lo take your own rice as side dishes,” added the girl. He sat opposite Shaka at the not-so-big dining table.

“Okey, waahh I eat well nih,” said the young man. His eyes sparkled to see the many simple but tempting food menus. For a long time he had not eaten like this.

Gayatri smiled, filling her plate with rice and side dishes. The two began to enjoy their meal. If you look at how to eat these two people are very much different. Shaka eats tensely, the way he eats is also slick. Maybe because he got educated eating ethics in his unit.

Gayatri is relaxed. Several times it was heard that the girl sipped her soto brush deliciously. The way he sits is also unique, one leg he folds in the chair.

“Minggir, brothers again eat.” According to Rasya's writing on his agenda.

This girl is unique.

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