Bad Boy Agents

Designing the future

A girl was still sitting in front of her desk. He was reading the last lesson he missed because he was resting in the health room. There was economic subject matter that he did not understand and had to read it over and over again. One page he read for about eight minutes.

Some terms he marked with a light green color stabilo. Then use his phone to surf in cyberspace and find out the meaning of terms that feel foreign to him.

“The elasticity of demand describes how the demand for a good or service increases or decreases when the price of that good or service changes. Goods that are generally prone to elasticity of demand should exhibit a pattern of increasing prices of goods that will lead to a decrease in demand, whereas a decrease in the cost of goods will lead to an increase in demand.”

Gayatri's mouth murmured softly reading that one important paragraph. He wrote it in a package book, to make it easier when he learned it.

“Then, if the fiscal policy, refers to government spending and how it affects the economy, especially if the level of spending changes.” This time Gayatri did not immediately record it. He thought for a moment when reading the sentence description, need more understanding.

“His dream is this kind of thing that you want to take care of later,” muttered Gayatri who smiled a little when she heard about Rasya's ideals who she said wanted to work at the Fiscal Policy Agency (BKF), owned by the ministry of finance.

The girl's head nodded, admitting that it seemed like Rasya's ideals were quite exciting. The man has a forward line of sight. He already knew what he would become, while Gayatri still hesitated to determine his future dream.

Leaving behind Rasya's dream for a moment, the girl turned to her ideals.

“Working in the foreign ministry,” in line that sentence that he did a search. Gayatri's search led the girl to the requirements page of working at the foreign ministry. Complete with Education majors that are prerequisites.

“Gue should major what?” Gayatri was confused herself. “International Relations? What accounting? Or law? Communication majors can also make the appearance,” again the girl muttered to herself.

His face was so solemnly staring at the screen of his phone while nibbling at the end of the ballpoint in his hand.

The tring!

A notification of an incoming message disperse Gayatri's daydream. The message came from his study group. Gayatri immediately opened it and it was Rosi who started the conversation.

“Shakaaaa, you really are just as beautiful?” ask Rosi with a lot of question marks and emoticons in her line.

Gayatri was quite surprised by Rosi's question. His eyes were eye-catching trying to see the screen shot of Beautiful conversation in the other group. Enlarge it to make it look clearer.

“Oh my gosh!!! Shaka shoot me gaisss!!!” write Indah in her private group. Not private either, because the conversation he shared in his class group.

Not only that, Indah also shows a photo of a pair of hands that are grasping each other. The hand that is believed to belong to Shaka looks half of it, he walks in front of Indah and holds the hand while walking.

“Serious?” gumam Gayatri, questioning the authenticity of the photo.

“Shakaaa, exit dong. How can I not answer?” Again Rosi called Shaka's name in her group.

“Yes, where are the people? Taxpayer soan kaliiiii..” David added on.

“What is still dating ya just as Beautiful? Cieee who's sticking around. Um! Dhiri!” Rosi constantly teases Shaka.

Unfortunately there was not a single reply from Shaka. Gayatri is casually checking when the last time Shaka was online, apparently two hours ago. That means the man doesn't know that the rumors are spreading.

“Tomorrow we snack in the canteen at the tract Shaka yaa, in wait loh...” Rosi does not stop flirting even though Shaka does not override her.

“Duh, I also want dong to have a girlfriend. Some want to be not the same ordinary man who only has a big heart to embrace a heart that longs for affection,” wrote David in the style of a typical twilight child.

No one replied, David's question was not answered by anyone.

“Excuse me, two girls in this group I saw again online, can you please answer?” again David asked.

“Sorry yes David, kind of surprised by you. Sorry, because it didn't seem like it before. Thanks,” replied Rosi while cupping her hands.

Gayatri just smiled a little at Rosi's answer. Yes, just a small smile, until then he was pensive to remember Shaka already had a lover.

“Why does my chest weigh gini huh?” muttered Gayatri while lapping her chest softly which suddenly felt tight.

“Ayaaa, still learning lo?” call a voice from out there.

The girl was stunned and immediately turned off her phone screen. Not long after, the door of his room opened and Mira appeared. “Against learning lo?” The woman repeated her question.

“Hem, what's wrong?” Gayatri asked back. The books in front of him were deliberately not closed.

“Noh, no temen lo. Meet gih! I think very sad,” said Mira.

“Who?” Gayatri was curious.

“Lo see for yourself,” Mira even deliberately did not tell her that her daughter wanted to come out. He passed away leaving the door of Gayatri's room open.

Gayatri had to get out of place. He looked at the door and it turned out that the figure of Shaka who was told Mira to enter his house. True what Mira said, the man looked sad even though he tried to smile.

“What are you doing here?” ask Gayatri.

“Laper,” complained the young man with his sad face. It was like in his own house, the man immediately sat leaning weakly on the sofa.

Gayatri exhaled rough breathing, she thought what was up. It turned out that Shaka's sad face was because he was hungry. After all, shouldn't this man be happy right now?

“Sono wait on the back porch, I will take it,” said Gayatri, who pointed towards the back door with the corner of his eye.

“Iyaa, thanks Aya...” said the man who immediately got up, once then went inside the house and headed for the back porch. “Waah, now there is a table. Intentionally for me?” look, that guy is chattering again.

“Geer! That's where babeh coffee,” say Gayatri. He took a plate of rice along with some rice dishes that he arranged on the tray. Not forgetting a glass of mineral water to help Shaka pass his food to the stomach.

Teetering, Gayatri approached Shaka back there. The man immediately greeted Gayatri and took over the tray in the girl's hands and placed it on the table.

“Waaw, thanks Ayaa... Delicious for sure,” said Shaka who stared at the food in front of him with sparkling eyes. The man's expression changed quickly.

Gayatri only smiled a little, she sat down on the long bench beside Shaka.

“Lo not eat?” the teenage boy asked.

Gayatri just shook her head. He finished dinner half an hour ago.

“Gue eat yes,”

“Hem,”

Shaka also closed his eyes for a while seeming to be doing’a. After his lips muttered softly saying amen, the man immediately ate his food. Gayatri looked at Shaka, who was very hungry.

“Why?” shaka asked with a mouth full of food. He realized that Gayatri was looking at him.

The girl immediately turned her face and looked at the night sky decorated with stars twinkling each other.

“Lo not having dinner with your girlfriend?” ask Gayatri suddenly. A little too busy asking that.

“Lo tau?” Shaka asked back.

Gayatri did not answer. After all, from the question alone, Shaka should realize that Gayatri already knows.

“Si Beautiful exciting child, there is no harm if I'm more deket same him?” said Shaka who was still eating it. Occasionally he glanced at the gayatri who leaned his body on the back of the chair.

“Lo must learn to appreciate her feelings. Don't come to people's homes carelessly.” Gayatri tried to remind.

“Lo scared in thought of my affair?” Shaka asked straightforwardly. Her lips smiled faintly.

“Ish anjir ya question lo,” Gayatri thunched with question Shaka.

“Yes yes, you can only worry if you feel as my affair. If there is no relationship, why worry? Unless you also like me,” challenge Shaka with jumawa.

“Dih Impure! Lo red flag,” taunt Gayatri.

“Nothing, at least we can still meet. Than the yellow flag, what if we want to meet? Just through do'a doang, do not feel right?”

Shaka's question made Gayatri turn her head. They looked at each other for a moment. Kunyahan Shaka was also stopped, a look of sadness on Gayatri's face as she said that. Does this girl really feel like she lost her sister? If so, why is he silent? Did he not know that Rasya's death was unjust?

“Where are your feet?” Shaka switched the conversation by discussing Gayatri's legs.

“Safe, it's not too swollen.” That was Gayatri's only answer. He no longer spoke, choosing to let Shaka enjoy his meal.

“Lo have headache medicine?” shaka asked suddenly.

“There, behold,” Gayatri immediately went, to take the medicine in her room.

Gayatri's departure made it an opportunity to examine many things. Starting from checking the motor covered with tarps, Shaka opened it and it turned out to be true, this is the motor that last night saved him. The former friction of the motor with asphalt is still clearly visible. Shaka photographed it, also taking the remaining peeling paint. If you look around the paint color is partly the same as the Rasya motor paint, if the type is also the same, it means that this motorbike is at the scene.

Shaka began to think, is it possible that the paint he found at the scene is this motor paint?

Just a moment Shaka checked the bike before he immediately returned to his seat as Gayatri's footsteps came closer. He must not be suspicious, everything must return to normal without inviting the suspicion of gayatri and her family.

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