Bad Boy Agents

Chatting

Shaka's request was finally granted, after lunch, Gayatri took Shaka to the back porch of her house. They sit on a long bench while enjoying the afternoon breeze that still brings the heat of Jakarta. There is no coolness at all, probably because on this back porch there are no shady trees. Only a few palm plants fence the thin grassy field that is not too broad.

Rarely does it feel cool in the capital, especially in densely populated areas and near factory sites such as Gayatri house. To breathe fresh air alone their chance is not too much. The air has been heavily polluted, mixed with various types of substances that are said to affect health.

However, in the end Gayatri continued her life in a city that she said was more cruel than stepmother. Did ya? I don't know, Gayatri never felt like she had a stepmother.

“Lo likes to copy?” tawar Gayatri when she saw Shaka who was silent in silence in the veranda behind her house. The man was looking at the Jakarta sky that was not too clean. His eyes were slightly pinched due to the glare.

He looked slightly when he heard Gayatri's offer. “No, thanks,” says the burly man. His hand muscles until clearly visible when both hands support his body firmly on the left and right sides.

No problem for a Gayatri. He stayed there, leaning against the doorpost, looking up at the sky above. Errata, staring at the kite tied to the power cord and difficult to escape. Even in the wind he still survives, occasionally circling like the mind of Gayatri who has not met the end.

“Lo likes boxing?” shaka asked suddenly. He saw a samsak hanging in one corner of the page. Beside him is an iron pole like a goal which is usually used to practice pull ups.

“Pretty useful for venting anger,” said Gayatri, not directly agree to Shaka's question.

Shaka nodded in understanding, it was appropriate that this girl was good at fighting. His body movements are also agile. The most prominent thing of a Gayatri is his very hard kick. It must be because this girl is learning martial arts. The neatly arranged pile of bricks seemed to emphasize what kind of sport he was interested in.

“Have lo?” this time Shaka pointed to a large motorcycle covered in a car protective cover. Only the front wheel was slightly exposed, probably exposed to the wind.

The girl shook her head, “His brother is me,” Gayatri answered truthfully.

“Oh, I don't know if you have a brother.” Shaka pretend. Even though he had seen it from the family photo displayed on the wall of the living room.

“Lo besides ‘kang rusuh’ like ‘kang census’ also yes?” Gayatri said the man who asked that question a lot.

Shaka chuckles at Gayatri's question which he finds funny. “Kang naklukin tigress too, raaawwrrr!!!” Shaka is smart.

“That fan girl?” sindir Gayatri, which he means Beautiful. The girl who was so proud joined hands with Shaka while in the cafeteria. The more boisterous the cheers from the students, the more he felt above the wind.

“Oh, if you add one more, kang make jealous.” Shaka immediately shot the meaning of Gayatri's sentence, he looked at the girl with a fixed smile, showing off a row of clean white teeth and neat.

“Dih, why am I jealous?” Gayatri said not to accept. He turned his red face away from Shaka who was looking at him.

“Emang I mean it lo?” Shaka casually traps Gayatri.

Gayatri's mouth was already open about to chimed in, but somehow the vocabulary in her mind suddenly disappeared.

“Hey, answer dong. Ck!” Shaka deliberately teases Gayatri by clicking her tongue.

“Crocodile?" Shaka scrunched his forehead. "Oh so I'm a crocodile?” Shaka pointed at his own nose.

“Emang yes!! You don't read? Look lo pas lo pebar charm same girl, very similar crocodile.” Gayatri answered in truth. Upset with Shaka's behavior that likes to spread charm.

Shaka still chuckles, but does not answer. He approached Gayatri and stood beside the girl. At the corner of Gayatri's arm that had crossed it to look at her.

“Crocodiles usually need a handler. Can you be the handler?” shaka's voice was made slightly slowly, tilting his head to whisper in Gayatri's left ear.

Gayatri smiled wryly, she turned to Shaka making the distance of their faces quite close. “Can, but I have no interest!” the girl who smiled sarcastically. He immediately moved from his place choosing to walk to another corner of the veranda. Anywhere, the important thing is not to be close to Shaka. His body was like a merry when near the man.

Seeing Gayatri's behavior, Shaka just chuckled. Some of the points Rasya wrote about this girl have not been proven. Among them, Gayatri was meek, Gayatri was full of vigor, Gayatri was funny and Gayatri was cheerful. This side that Shaka has not been able to prove the truth. This long-haired girl was still closing herself tightly.

“Okey, not being a handler is okay. Lo become the owner of the breeding place only, let me not go anywhere.” The man was still talking about crocodiles.

“Emang can serajin it until you have to take care of lo?" Gayatri glanced cynically.

"Why not," Shaka flicked his shoulders indifferently.

"Ck! You should know that I'm not a person who likes to be involved with other people's lives. You want to be a cake crocodile, want to be a cake gorilla, want to be a cake bear, whatever you want. I don't care.” Gayatri asserted cynically.

“If you want to be your girlfriend, how?” shaka asked suddenly. No wind no rain, Shaka's question this time is completely beyond the BMKG's estimate.

Hearing the question, Gayatri only smiled slightly, looking at Shaka cynically. “Sick lo! Everyone wants to be a girlfriend. Back there!” shaka's question made Gayatri's heart rumble. His ears were pointing to the door. It's easy for this guy to offer a relationship. As if the relationship was just a joke.

“Hahahhaa... joked Ayaaa, relax...” taunted Shaka lightly. “ Lagian Dion says lo it's hers. I can't hide the same. But yes, my stomach meant I came here. Hopefully I don't meet him on the road, continue to be beaten all-out.” Shaka put on a pitiful look on his face.

“Lo chat with him?” Gayatri immediately reacted, disturbed by the name Dion.

“Hem, can not be called chatting too. Chat the same yes, if the same he my fall kayak in the interrogation and in the love of warning. Wow, Dion is cool, no opponent. Pray my prostration with him.” Shaka raised his hand into the air as a form of surrender.

“Lo by the way is it the same?” Gayatri was curious. His facial reaction was between surprise, panic and worry.

“Yaa, chat between boys. Ck! I can't tell you much, you don't like to interfere in other people's affairs. Dah yes, I went back first,” said Shaka suddenly.

“Eh wait, where are you going?” Gayatri walked quickly until she held onto Yangan Shaka, holding him back from leaving.