Bad Boy Agents

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The sound of birds squealing on the balcony railing resuscitates Shaka from his empty daydream. The man's eyes had been perfectly opened, since a few hours ago, because of his sleep.

The bird that keeps whistling and jumping from place to place, fishing for the arrival of other birds, becomes the only sight that Shaka can enjoy in the midst of his erratic thoughts.

Only a few hours later he fell asleep. He woke up earlier than the sun came up. Unfortunately, he still did not want to move, too comfortable hugging the bolster he had been holding since last night. His left hand went numb because of his own body.

It could be said that this man is in the midst of slumping for his efforts these few days. The tangled thread that he deciphered, did not also find the tip of his base. He was almost desperate and there seemed to be only one last step left that he could take right now.

The sound of alarm on Shaka's phone became a melody that awakened this man's consciousness completely. It was seven in the morning and the man was about to leave. If only he could not remember what he was going to do today, he felt reluctant to get up.

Shaka immediately went into the bathroom, taking off one by one the clothes attached to his body, flushing him with a cold and refreshing shower.

For a while, Shaka just stared there. Under the water that felt like a tiny needle prick was raining down on him. The water washed all over his body. Passing through the temple and until his nose and then dripping broke on the floor.

“Gayatri Sekar Ayu,” the name he muttered and made him realize that the time is not much.

Shaka immediately moved from his place. Just brush your teeth for a while before then taking a towel to wrap his wet body.

His pair of eyes were so cold and sharp that he stared at his own reflection in the mirror. She brushed her hair using only her hands. Dress casually, wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket. After that he went down while carrying his motorcycle keys and helmet.

There is one place that is headed by a biker who is driving his motorcycle on a paved road. For a moment he was racing at high speed with other vehicles on the main road. After that he turned into a quiet street, thinly paved and not many people passed by.

Tall trees lined the not-so-wide road leading to a burial area. In front of the main fence of the eater there is already a matic scooter parked with a helmet hanging above the rearview mirror.

The owner is none other than the princess of the motorcycle genk 'Henka Kaizen', yes according to Shaka's expectations, this girl will come to this place to meet her best friend who has fused with the land.

Shaka's guess is right, that this Saturday Gayatri will come to the grave of the younger brother. As it has become a habit that every two weeks this girl will come to this place with a fresh lily as her identity.

Shaka parked his bike next to Gayatri's. He also put his helmet there. His footsteps are sure to climb the rocky path to the tomb on the left side of the main road. Slightly slowed down when he found Gayatri was pecking in front of the navel.

“How are you, Sya?” the voice was clearly heard by Shaka who was standing not too far from Gayatri, only blocked by a large tree where he was hiding. Shaka could see Gayatri's sad face in front of the sister's headstone. His face clearly showed sadness even though his lips were trying to smile.

“Gue races again, Sya,” that one sentence that Gayatri said to Rasya, like full of regret. “Gue know, you're the best if you know I'm racing. I also broke your promise, if I would stop.”

“Sorry yes Yes, I was forced to admit it because there is someone I have to help.” This time Gayatri was bowed languidly before Rasya's tombstone. Shaka realized, the person the girl meant was herself.

“As an apology, I brought this flower to you," Gayatri crouched down and placed the lilies in the vase she had prepared. The lilies had previously withered and dried, forced Gayatri to take them and she held them tightly.

“Gue already know my purpose now Yes. I started to learn what I wanted. Lo really, all this time I just fulfill my obligation as a child who must be proud of his parents. But I never thought about what my life would be like in the future.”

“Gue Nyesel Sya, I just realized that now. It should have been a long time ago, ever since I started thinking about what I would do in the future. Not just thinking of races that can only please my ego.” Gayatri stopped her sentence for a moment, she rubbed Rasya's headstone and held it tightly.

“Gue fell Yes, my body hit the asphalt. Falling on asphalt is not as beautiful as falling in love. But you don't know, if both of them are sick?” this sentence made Shaka slightly stunned. The man moved his legs closer and closer, curious about the figure that made him feel that falling in love was painful.

“Two weeks left for my birthday, I want to go to Bromo yes, I want to fulfill my promise to make your birthday there. It's okay alone, because I think I also need time to make alone.” The words came back from Gayatri's mouth.

“Arrasya Haikal, seventeen years old, died of a case of bullying.” Suddenly the voice was heard behind Gayatri.

Gayatri immediately turned her head and looked startled as it turned out that the one behind her was Shaka. The man walked over and stood beside Gayatri. Ignoring the curiosity of the girl who looked at him questioningly.

“Bulling case that leads to death and is considered not serious by many people. Everyone was silent, covering up the fact of his death as if his life was worthless. Right?” shaka asked as he stared fixedly at the pair of rounded Gayatri eyes in surprise.

“What do you mean?” ask Gayatri. He was still shocked because he did not expect that Shaka would come to this place and know he was here.

“Gue that should be, what do you mean, Aya. Lo was silent after his death when he was a valuable person for his family. You should know that!” shaka's words sounded sharp to make Gayatri stunned.

Among his shock, Gayatri was also confused to see what had happened to this man so emotionally when talking to him.

“What is the fault of this child until he has to die in vain, as if his life is meaningless. WHAT?!!” this time Shaka yelled, with his eyes wet. His jaw hardened and strained so that Gayatri could hear the sound of his teeth cracking.

“LO DON'T YELL AT ME!!” Gayatri back barking. Doesn't like the way Shaka talks that corner him. Does Shaka think only his family is missing? Gayatri is the same.

“LO THOUGHT WHO WOULD DARE TO PUT ME AS IF I WAS THE WRONG PERSON AND HIDE HIS DEATH? HAH, WHO'S LO?! LO no business.” Gayatri is riding. He pushed Shaka's chest firmly because he did not accept being blamed.

“Who did you say?" Shaka grinned cynically. His eyes stared at Gayatri sharply.

"GUE BROTHER! HE'S MY BROTHER! THE ONLY PERSON THAT MEANS ANYTHING TO ME! UNDERSTAND LO!” shaka exclaimed as he shook off Gayatri's hand that was on her chest.

Gayatri was stunned and could only stay still, trying to digest Shaka's words that felt buzzing in his ear cavity to make him dizzy.

Her lips quivered, between a cute smile at Shaka's confession, with a cry she tried to hold back because Shaka's sentence was like a slap to her.

“Gue tau, you saw my sister killed, because it lo diem right Aya?” shaka asked in a weak voice. He walked closer to Gayatri, but Gayatri chose to retreat because it seemed that this man was not joking.

“Gak, I don't know,” Gayatri looks so scared, there is a lot of anxiety behind the glazed look in her eyes.

“DO NOT LIE! I NEED AN ANSWER LO!” shaka shouted as he held onto Gayatri's shoulders and gripped her tightly.

Gayatri could only close her eyes, her body suddenly felt so stiff and her mouth could only clench. Everything was suddenly silent, nothing was heard but Shaka's breath wrapped in emotion and anger.

This instant Gayatri seemed to be made aware that all the similarities Rasya and Shaka have are not coincidences. This guy can't possibly joke around with this kind of emotional stuff.

“Please me Aya, I need to know who killed Rasya. You know, right? Hem?” this time Shaka was low-pitched, barely audible, but it was that voice that made Gayatri open her eyes and look into Shaka's red eyes full of despair.

"What is the one who always freaked you out who killed my brother?" again Shaka asked seriously. The clutches of his hands that are getting harder on Gayatri's shoulders, as if to show that this man is waiting for Gayatri's answer.

Gayatri just shook her head, what did she have to say to this man?

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