Bad Boy Agents

Morning full of suspicion

“Ayaaa.. wake up...” A loud voice in Gayatri's ears made the girl's round eyes open perfectly.

His clear net was still a little reddish with a cold sweaty face and a slight grimace as he came to his senses from the night dream that was exhausting him. A while ago he dreamed of falling from a very high cliff while walking with Rasya. I don't know whose hand pushed his body as hard as he could to make Gayatri's heart like it was dislodged from its place. Until now it is still pounding fast it is still felt..

“That's a dream, Aya,” muttered Gayatri while cupping her face and rubbing her roughly. It took him a while to really wake up and try to get up. Yes, he tried to get up because his whole body felt so sick and painful. Especially in the back and legs wrapped in bandages. He tried to sit for a few moments on the edge of the bed feeling the rest of the pain that he hoped would soon disappear.

“Yaaa. Buruan wake...” Again, Mira's shrill voice sounded increasingly clear.

“Iyaaa, have woken up Nyak.” Gayatri's hoarse voice finally chimed in. He got out of his place and immediately went to the bathroom to clean his body. His steps are slightly limped and occasionally hold on to the wall to reduce pain in the swollen joints.

Outside her room, Mira still prepares breakfast for her daughter. She gave her husband a can of milk to help him brew.

“The dream feels real. I'm very sure that it's the voice of Galih's motorcycle, but want to open your eyes it feels very good. There I even mewek, inget equally boy,” sentence was revealed Mira while making an omelet in front of the stove. His mind is still trying to digest what he experienced last night was a dream or reality.

“Means I said let's go. Kangen kali lo,” Barkah's chimpanzees lead to the same invitation as these few days.

“There are no parents who do not miss their children. The only thing I don't think is ready is me.” Mira confirmed her feelings for Barkah.

Barkah only understands, everyone does need the readiness and courage to face the sadness he experienced.

“Lo want omelet what ceplok?” Mira paused for a moment the serious conversation. Wajan in front of him had already puffed thin smoke, he was still waiting for Barkah's answer.

“Eggs aja,” sahut Barkah who is still stirring milk for his daughter.

“The leaves are up, just drop off?” timpal Mira's.

“Ngapain lo nanyaaaa, if the edges you want to make me stoned? Ah well, make a sprain lo!” Barkah snorted in annoyance and Mira just chuckled. Sometimes making Barkah angry just makes his heart happy.

The sound of the door was clearly heard. A new girl came out of her room carrying a fresh fragrance. “That's my son, saucy really dah!” He immediately greeted her with praise and a big smile. He pulled out a chair for his stumbling daughter.

“Still Beh,” said the long-haired girl who then sat in her place.

“Sama-sama. Wait a moment, let's still fry the eggs. Omelette that suddenly turned into a cellar!” ledek Barkah chuckled. Gayatri joined in with a small smile, once then gulped down the mineral water in her hand to quench her thirst.

“Do not bother lo! Make my son mah tetep telor omelette. Here, let's eat. It was noon,” Mira put a plate of omelet in front of Gayatri.

Barkah just chuckled, happy to make his wife sing early in the morning.

“Still Nyak,” said Gayatri who immediately took over the plate and added pepper on top of her omelet. No he added rice, because according to him two omelet eggs are enough added milk.

“Hem...” The woman sat down on the dining chair, staring fixedly at Gayatri. “Gue denger from babeh lo, semalem lo fell out of bed. Lo why, another nightmare?” mira asked with an attentive look.

“What's up Nyak,” says Gayatri who continues her breakfast.

“Nothing, anything, falling out of bed will hurt. So if you want to sleep, read do’a first so as not to dream soan again,” the mother's advice with a horrified expression.

“Iya,” Gayatri says lightly. He only looked down as his mother looked at him attentively.

“Lo want me anter to school?” suddenly hail. He glanced at Gayatri's foot on the bandage, there was an open cut and a slight bruise on her ankle.

“No need. Today the lesson is relaxed, the first hour most asked to do the task. So Aya can make a break. Babeh akinin Suck in the store.” Gayatri calmly answered.

Barkah just nods, “Kabarin me if you need me to pick up,” rubbed Gayatri head affectionately and the girl just nodded. Staring at his feet that were still throbbing pain.

In the parking lot of the school, already waiting for a young man sitting on the steps. He waited impatiently for the arrival of the girl who made him unable to sleep. Every now and then he stood up, walking back and forth like a BK teacher who was preparing to punish his students who arrived late.

It's almost eight and Gayatri's arrival is still unseen. In his mind he began to guess, could his savior who last night really be that girl? The way to ride the motorcycle is the same, his posture is also similar despite wearing a full face helmet and leather jacket. He also comes to Shaka's place after Shaka sends his PAP. It's not a coincidence, is it?

What was different was the way the girl spurred the speed of her iron horse on the street and her oversized guts when suddenly standing on her speeding motorbike only to kick a magnet aimed at breaking down shaka motor. He was very curious, especially people called him 'Henka Kaizen'. Who is he not sure if the bike is right in Gayatri's house?

The sound of a matik scooter that Shaka knows makes the man turn his head. Simultaneously he saw the figure of Gayatri who came with his appearance that was not too fresh. The girl parked her motorbike in the usual place and Shaka immediately approached.

“Morning, handler!” greet Shaka while watching Gayatri from top to bottom.

“Gue is not a charmer,” Gayatri said cynically. He tried to take off his helmet, but it seemed a bit difficult. His right hand was not raised perfectly, as if he was enduring pain.

Sakha immediately approached and helped Gayatri without permission. The shocked Gayatri was petrified, staring blankly at Shaka's attempt to help her out abruptly. “Sleep lo soundly?” the man asked with a faint smile as his eyes looked at Gayatri's eyes.

“Why shouldn't it be good?” Gayatri immediately brushed off Shaka's hand. He tried to straighten his body and rest on both legs, one of which is still throbbing pain. Gayatri feels Shaka is investigating her.

“Thank God. Yes, let's go in. The first lesson hour of geographical material, his enemy David,” taunted Shaka in pleasantries.

“Emang there is a lesson so bestie David?” Gayatri asked back.

“Hahaha..lo habit answer sentence I use question.” An anxious Shaka rubbed off Gayatri's head and slightly ruffled her hair.

“Ish, lo what the hell!” grunts Gayatri who immediately brushed off Shaka's hand.

He walked first and Shaka was still silent while paying attention to the way of the Gayatri road. The girl walked around normally, making Shaka frown in wonder. If the assumption is correct, shouldn't Gayatri be walking with a limp?

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