Bad Boy Agents

Dropped

“Custom, the David. Okay, back off a bit,” Shaka immediately diverts the conversation.

Beautiful rewind the car lazily, just a few moments until then the car parked neatly.

“So where are we going?” ask Shaka before he gets off. His phone was forced to cantongi.

“Temenin I buy a book, later while I tell the relationship Aya same Dion and his friends.” Beautiful answers are just curious. In his mind it was very ready to drop Gayatri in front of Shaka.

“Okey, yuk!” Shaka with spirit down. It is very important that the man is eager to find out about Gayatri, not accompany Indah to buy books.

In the mall area they are currently. The atmosphere was clearly felt. The lights are brightly lit even during the day, various products are showcased to captivate the hearts of visitors. They compete with different marketing techniques. Starting from installing a beautiful SPG, to offer lucrative discounts.

There are many children in school uniforms who are enjoying their time in this versatile place. Some are busy eating, joking with friends, playing in the game area, shopping for clothes and friends, and other fun things. A Shaka was quite foreign to this kind of sight. Time to learn more in the class and the field is scorching. Learning how to spy, defuse bombs and anything else that drains the mind.

Sometimes maybe he should enjoy an opportunity like this, to entertain himself. Using an escalator to descend to the 2nd floor, Shaka heads towards a fairly large bookstore. Not too crowded, because such a store is indeed not a place that most visitors are interested in. It will be much different from the cinema that has certainly visited a lot.

They went into the earth tone place. Welcomed by the sound of music that propagates slowly and soothing. Lovely starts looking around for the book she wants while Shaka follows behind. Move from one shelf to another, then take a romance genre novel.

“Dion likes it same Aya, since we got into this school.” While opening the book, Beautiful began to tell stories. Shaka immediately tightened his body so that the Beautiful story sounded clear.

“But I guess, the Aya doesn't like Dion at all. He rejected Dion several times, but Dion never gave up. At the beginning of the second semester, I heard that Dion entered a motorcycle genk. Not only Dion, God and others also follow. Since then Dion has been out of control. Often make a fuss at school to fight with the teacher. Dion really-gener trouble maker in school.”

Beautiful paused his sentence, by taking another book.

“A month ago, Dion's motorcycle genk in bubarin, because there are indications that Dion did not commit bullying until one of the students at school died,” in this sentence Beautiful paused his sentence. He looked at Shaka who looked annoyed and clenched his hands.

“This school is getting tighter. Many new rules are made and you certainly know what the rules are. One of them, prohibition me to tell this kind of thing to other people.” Beautiful little whispered and placed her fingers on her reddish-colored lips.

“All students are prohibited from talking about the incident a month ago, because the school does not want the reputation of the school damaged. The case was closed, without any clarity. There is only one conclusion, the school was not involved in the death of the student.” Beautifully filled his sentence.

Shaka's chest rumbled to hear that sentence. The shadow of Rasya's face was increasingly clearly drawn in his eyes. It's not fair for the innocent sister, to leave in a tragic way, with no one willing to take responsibility.

“Then, did Dion really kill that student?” Shaka's question was in anger.

Beautifully sniffing his shoulders. “Gue can't be sure about that. All I know is, Dion's been suspended ever since. What is the reason, I don't know either. Clearly, Dion's father was a man of considerable power." Beautifully stopping his sentence, he turned to Shaka who was silent and thought hard. Lovely read this as the perfect time to take down Gayatri.

"Lo still interested to know who Gayatri is?” beautiful questions are so fishing. His round eyes and thin smile looked so challenging.

“Ya,” Answer Shaka sounds raucous. Anger gathered in his chest and made his heart beat very fast. For a moment he tried to hold back his curiosity, because there was something else that he had to know the truth.

The girl gave a small smile, feeling it had managed to attract Shaka's great attention. It's time he took down Gayatri. He pulls out his phone and shows Shaka a photo. Shaka's forehead frowned at seeing the photo on Beautiful's phone. The cold figure of Gayatri stood next to a man sitting on a motorbike while embracing her, placing his hands coiled around Gayatri's neck. Shaka knows the man, the same man as the one in the Gayatri family photo.

"What does this mean?" ask Shaka who is getting curious.

Lovely smile small, “She is on the same genk motor as Dion,” said Indah.

Shaka was stunned not. His eyes were round and his eyes were red. His jaw hardened when he found out that Gayatri was part of Dion's genk. Even more shocking when he saw the motorbike that last night saved him, was occupied by older brother Gayatri. So the estimate is correct, if the bike belongs to Gayatri's brother. No, it was Gayatri who saved him last night. Wh-wh-what for?

"His brother Aya is the head of this motorcycle genk. People used to call Aya princess when she was racing. You don't know if the quiet girl is a motorcycle genk anggora?" beautiful questions are so annoying when heard by Shaka.

Shaka stared in disbelief at what he saw and heard. His mind was tangled and his feelings were whipped. The conclusion begins to concoct if Gayatri is involved in the death of his sister. He's silent because of his guilt, right?

“Bring me closer to that genk, especially Dion. It would be better if I could get into his house.” Shaka's voice sounded very firm. It was heavy with anger gathering in its chest. There is one more thing he has to prove, namely Dion's fingerprints and DNA.

“Sure. But there is one condition,” Indah pointed her pointy finger at Shaka.

“Say,” Shaka is sure to follow suit.

“Soin I girlfriend lo,” pinta Indah without hesitation.

Shaka fell silent, not budging at all. He looked at Beautiful who was smiling at him. Does he have to agree to Beautiful's request?

In a different place a man sat in the corner of the room, on a waiting chair made of thick iron. His legs were agitated with both hands clutching each other. His palms were cold, until they got wet. He had been sitting there for fifteen minutes, but no one had approached him after a man told him to wait.

He looked again at the two goody bags he was carrying. One good bag contains soto and other side dishes while the other goody bag contains fruits. He waited impatiently, someone he missed so much.

The sound of the footsteps of the woman with the helmet approached the middle-aged man. The man with full eyes turned his head immediately. A woman seemed to approach, sitting next to the restless-looking Barkah. His cold hands he rubbed until warm.

“Thank you for waiting sir," said the woman dressed in all white.

"No problem. Can I see him now?" ask the boy impatiently.

The woman smiled, but clearly the look on her face showed remorse. "I'm sorry, we haven't been able to allow you to meet her,” the woman said, with an empathetic look on her face.

A hopeful smile from Barkah's face suddenly disappeared. Replacing the glazed eyes. The man rubbed his face violently and looked down.

"I'm sorry, sir" said the woman again.

Barkah just nodded, not chiming in on the woman beside him. His trembling hands massaged his chest violently. Again, he has to be patient.

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