Bad Boy Agents

Lilies

Gayatri's move to class had to come to a halt when she saw someone walking back and forth in front of her class. The man stood there looking at Gayatri. His gaze was quite attached to the girl who was trying to gather the courage to continue her steps. Who else would it be if not Dion.

The man gave a small smile while showing a bucket of lilies to Gayatri.

“Morning, Aya,” greet Dion with a thin smile that looks different. There was no cruel grin on his face like he had always shown before.

Of course Gayatri didn't beat him. He continued his steps toward the classroom, until Dion's hands suddenly stretched out, blocking the entrance to the classroom.

“Gue seneng. Welcome,” said the man while giving the flower bucket to Gayatri. He knew that the lily was Gayatri's favorite flower. The identity of the tomboyish girl that no one else knows.

“Lo know, I don't like rejection, so take it. Don't make me mean,” added Dion when Gayatri just sculpt, without the desire to accept the gift. The terrible grin was again seen on Dion's face, complete with his sharp gaze.

Forced by Gayatri to receive flowers from Dion, she did not want to deal any longer with the man. The smile of victory was clearly seen along with the attitude of his laughter that he showed Shaka, who was standing far away.

“Hopefully your day is beautiful, Aya,” said the man. Talking at close range to Gayatri, but her gaze was still on Shaka. After showing his arrogance, then he turned to Gayatri who was silent in her place.

Gayatri ignored him, she stared at Dion's hand for a moment and the man lowered it, giving Gayatri a way to pass.

After Gayatri entered, Shaka and Dion walked up to each other and met in the middle. They looked at each other with eyes that threatened each other. From the window of his class, Gayatri could see the two men standing face to face, showing their respective bravery.

Gayatri was a little agitated, worried about a fight. No, not just Gayatri, other students were also worried. They stared warily at the two students facing off in the school corridor.

“Gue did not expect you to race? Kirain lo can only disturb girls people,” Dion blurted cynically at Shaka.

Shaka gave a small smile, brushed his hair, making his appearance look cool. “Can, and I have never cheated,” Shaka said sounds light, but like a slap to Dion.

Disliked by Shaka's words, Dion added his steps closer to Shaka, eroding the distance and making a pause between them just a footstep Dion, a few inches.

“Lo wins because of luck. Next time, you will enjoy how delicious nyium paved soil while bleeding,” threatened Dion with slow and emphasis.

“Oh yes, why am I not horrified ya?” Shaka defends Dion's threat, making the man clutch Shaka's collar tightly while one hand soars into the air.

Shaka looked calm, instead smiling faintly at Dion's arrogant manner. Dion's barking eyes were annoyed at him, instead making Shaka feel funny. His determination is getting bigger to find out who the real Dion is.

“Udah lost the race, at least keep the deh attitude so as not to be in the law and make you more and more under me.” Shaka said cynically, slapping Dion mentally to make the man grin and his jaw hardened with a growl.

Forced to let go of his grip, as he realized that every pair of eyes were now on him and Shaka. At the thrust of Shaka's body with annoyance then he passed away. Shaka did not budge in the slightest including when Dion pointed his middle finger right in front of Shaka's face.

The young man chose not to serve Dion. He walked casually to his class and immediately met Indah.

“Beauty, this afternoon go yuk,” take Shaka.

“Hah, seriously?” Beautiful jumped Girang. His face immediately reddened, the fan helo kity faithfully fanned his warm face.

“Cieeeee... um! Um!” wanda and Rima together. While Alya was just speechless, looking at Shaka cluelessly. What would this man actually do?

“Seriously lah! Text me you want to go where,” challenge Shaka. For him it's time to exchange things Beautifully and look for other info.

“Okey, later I text.” It is beautiful to embrace with spirit. He screamed his cry with his mouth closed, so happy.

Shaka just gave his thumbs up and returned to his place. He sat quietly in front of Gayatri. Take a moment just to say, “Cantik,” plus a line of smiles. I don't know about the lilies, I don't know about Gayatri. The girl won't bother.

Lessons begin and all students begin to focus on the lesson described. The current geographer is filling. He drew a hollow and made a straight line on the left side. Give some lines arranged from bottom to top and put some numbers in the form of tens to hundreds.

“You ever rasain sea water?” ask the teacher. His eyes went around looking at every student's face. Some have evaporated when the new lesson began. Some students stay more focused on their appearance and reflect occasionally. Students who wrinkle their forehead are not a little, but there are still quite a lot of students who listen to the explanation.

“Enter Pak!” students at the same time.

“Okey, how does it feel?” The man walked in between the rows of the middle seat, until the third row and then turned around, along to look at the picture he made on the board.

“Asin kayak ketek!” sahut Rima chuckled.

“Hahahaha... ketek lo asin? Dih, I don't.” Wanda immediately chimed in. At once mocked his friend.

“That's anjir's term. Keep me safe, not salty at all.” Rima straight chimed in, raising his hand high towards Wanda. His face looks upset.

“Okey quite yaaa discuss keteknya, later even baper.” The teacher tried to mediate while tapping the marker on the table, so that the students were calm. Wanda pursed her lips irritated at Rima and glared at each other.

“According to the picture I made, that into different sea water, make the salty taste different. Seawater generally has a salinity of 35% or 35 ppt. This means that 1 kg of sea water contains 35 grams of salt. But the level of ocean acidity in this world is different.”

“The most freshwater sea is located east of the Gulf of Finland and north of the Gulf of Bothnia, both part of the Baltic Sea.”

Two long paragraphs from the teacher made the students frown, especially David. These technical alumni students really don't understand.

“In the meantime, sir, I want nanya,” the man immediately raised his hand, making Alya and Shaka compactly turn to the man. I don't know what questions the engineering boy will be asking.

“Ya, please,” the teacher directly welcome.

“Begini sir, said the father of the sea is different depths of saltiness. Now what I want to ask, the sea is like a bowl, sir, like a picture of the father. And the sea water is like its broth. If I eat meatballs, I love salt, the salt is all. There is no difference. Well this is the sea, why the salt can be different even though in the same bowl? Just a difference in depth only sir,” asked David with a frown.

The teacher smiled slightly at David's question. “Good question. In one bowl, just because of the difference in depth, the salty taste is different, so yes?” The teacher asked back.

“Well yes, that's Sir! If the sea is a bowl kayak in the restaurant of the field, in the arrangement of different heights and not fused together, yes okay lah. But this is in the same bowl,” David so excited to know.

“Okey, thanks for the question. This question is actually what we will be discussing. Since someone has already asked, I will make this a task. I'll give you some places you guys have to figure out what the salinity of the sea water is like and why."

"Worked in groups, small groups only, then later this class makes a conclusion, what factors make the saltiness in each place different. Gather the work by next week at the latest. Okey, good morning...” said the teacher at once saying goodbye.

“Hah, nugas edges. Nyesel I was nanya,” grumbled David with annoyance while scrambling his hair that suddenly itchy.

“Houh!! You know, use it all. So there is a task!” grunted Wanda with annoyance.

“Don't get mad miss, I'm just as upset as you are,” timpal David who made his friends cheer him up.

One person now smiles happily. He turned his head on the Gayatri table, looking at the girl from below. “A group are we? Where do you want to do tasks?” shaka asked with a happy face.

Gayatri did not climb, she chose to move from her place while carrying a book in her arms. “Not you want to go the same way gebetan lo?” batin Gayatri while passing away and followed by Rosi. Other students also disperse, moving to the library to look for materials.

Shaka just smiled slightly, looking at the girl who seemed to be angry. He let Gayatri go while his attention was fixed on the lilies on the Gayatri bench. His eyes were slightly pinched looking at the writing on the small paper, seemingly from Dion. Curiosity led him to look directly.

“Mafin I Yes. Your feet are fine, right?” so is Dion's handwriting.

Shaka was stunned, it seemed like his guess was right, that his savior last night was Gayatri. Not only that, Dion's handwriting felt familiar. Where'd he ever see her?

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