Bad Boy Agents

Scamp

Starting the preparations carefully, Shaka immediately walked out of his study. The first thing he did was to check the condition of the bike. Starting from cleaning the dirty parts of the motor, to see if the part is problematic or not.

Shaka tried the gas handle and the sound of the motor engine was heard roaring all over the basemanet until the floor seemed to vibrate. Switch on the clutch and the part works fine. This time the no less important part is the brake. To test the brakes, Shaka mounted the big motorbike and circled the park roundabout in front of his house. Braked it a few times and simply pack it.

It's not enough to get there, Shaka takes his bike to the streets. His favorite helmet he was wearing, complete with a leather jacket that formed his posture to be gallant and strapping. Turning to the streets of the complex, Shaka began to drive his motorbike at high speed. Turn sharply when going to the highway. He competes with other vehicles, overtaking several vehicles in front of him and heading for a deserted road.

The road in front of Shaka is not very good, but it is quite feasible to be made a training arena because of road conditions that require Shaka to move agile with his motorcycle. The motor drove straight on a thin paved road, turning sharply to avoid a deep enough hole. Up ahead there is also a pile of materials for road improvement, Shaka deliberately surrounds it to test the maneuverability of his vehicle.

“YES!!” shaka exclaimed as he managed to control his wheel safely.

Several times doing the exercises in taste was enough by Shaka. Now is the time to prepare himself to perform in prime during the race.

The man returned to his house, bathed cleanly and put on comfortable clothes for the race. The tall figure pegs itself in the mirror, wearing two layers of clothing until the leather jacket is jet black. Straight hair he combed neatly, a little hair on his forehead he blew up to fly then a small smile on his face that looks clean.

“Lo should focus on what you want to look for Shaka,” Shaka said with a sharp look at his own shadow. He patted both sides of his cheeks, then smiled sinisterly at the shadow of Dion's face that appeared in his mind. He was very confident that today he would get a lot of information about the man.

“Where are you going? Want to race?” mira's voice rang out loud in front of the tavern that was about to close.  From earlier he heard the sound of motor engines roaring at each other even though the day was late.

Gayatri who was wiping the table also looked outside. It turns out that there was Zaidan with the Gods and his friends. They are getting ready with their own big bikes. From the looks they are like preparing for the race.

“Nggak Nyak, mau maen doang,” sahut Zaidan who significantly lied, by Gayatri.

“Possibly maen doang, if maen doang lo must have a small motor. Login lo! No need to race. I report the same bokap lo new tau rasa!” threatening Mira while brandishing the soup spatula in her hand.

“Kot Nyak, hang out wish oath. There is no room, again to his young man's house. Promise bye, two hours doang I hang out.” Zaidan pointed his two fingers at Mira as a sign of swearing.

“Bokah can not be said. It's up to you! Just be careful if you come home battered. I would not help you!”  mira exclaimed in annoyance.

“Iyaakk Nyak, will not be why-not. He will return home happy and safe. Okay Nyak?” said Zaidan who smiled broadly as he gave his right thumb.

“Bodo Supreme! Boy can't be taken care of!” The annoyed Mira finally decided to enter. He glanced at Gayatri who was still tidying up the tables and chairs.

“Udah quite settled, you enter gih. Tar lo misfortune again,” added the woman. A few of his daughters must have heard his words with Zaidan.

“Sini,” Gayatri asks spatula soup from her mother's hand for her to bring in.

Mira gave it to him in annoyance while looking at Gayatri. “Lo don't go out,” he knows very well that his daughter also likes to hang out with Zaidan. "If you get to hang out, the Zaidan I circumcise. Been exhausted!" Gayatri also received the same threat from her mother.

Gayatri did not answer, she chose to enter because of her sudden uncomfortable feeling.

Abandoned by Gayatri, Mira pensively alone in the customer's seat. He cupped his face with both hands and suddenly the woman burst into tears. The shadow of a young boy appeared in his mind. A sudden sense of anxiety was present and filled the recesses of his heart.

Go into her room and Gayatri immediately checks her phone. There was one person he called.

“Lo where?” that message Gayatri sent to Shaka. The man who suddenly became a census officer this afternoon. There was no random message from him, no matter where the man went.

“Why, you kangen?” reply Shaka quickly. Intentionally teasing the girl. Gayatri breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed like Shaka was fine.

“PAP,” Gayatri quickly reply.

“Tumben?” Shaka typed it while wrinkling his forehead.

“PAP!” again Gayatri sent the word.

“Nih girl again romantic does her feeling so strong anyway?” muttered Shaka who was currently in the corner of the street. He just arrived at the headquarters of the motorcycle that invited him to race.

The sound of disco music rang out all around him, making his heart seem like it was jumping. This music is deliberately stel hard to encourage the members of the motorcycle genk who will follow the race.

More than 100 people gathered with their respective genk motor flags. The bike that will follow the race is lined up neatly, just waiting for the game time to start.

A few new people arrived, making the atmosphere even more crowded. One segment of the metropolitan city's streets was closed and on the road divider. They make the circuit for the race.

Some people were partying, winding their bodies around the flames inside a large iron barrel with a bottle of drink strangled in his hand. The reddish incandescent make Shaka's face look orange.

People get dissolved in an adrenaline-filled party atmosphere. Sipping his drink so many times that he felt his body burning. Cheers for cheers were clearly heard from some members of the motorcycle genk who were cheering his friend.

“Gue excuse me,” said Shaka to the head of the motorcycle genk who asked him to come.

“Hem,” the thick bearded man just nodded, letting Shaka go.

Shaka covered one of the street corners, slightly moving away from the crowd. He also took off his leather jacket and ruffled his hair to look messy as if he was asleep and lazy. He took a picture while smiling at the camera and sent the photo to Gayatri with the caption, "Gue again relaxed,"

Gayatri noticed Shaka's photo. Not on the handsome face and the sweet smile of the man but on the wall that Shaka was standing on.

“He is no longer at home,” muttered Gayatri. He also saw the details of the photo Shaka sent, his lips smiling slightly as the live photo clearly showed the location of his whereabouts.

“Basic berandal!” grunts Gayatri.

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