Bad Boy Agents

Despondent

Desperate, one thing Gayatri sees from a rancid man named Shaka Praditya. They are currently on a plateau, not far from the cemetery. The two sat on the wild green grass, surrounded by weeds that swayed in the wind blowing along the black hair of Shaka and Gayatri.

Not only that, but there were tears being flown along with the feeling of emptiness and despair felt by the man who was stuck beside Gayatri.

An agenda covered brown imitation leather, put by Shaka between him and Gayatri. The girl looked at the book and looked at it for a moment. On it, Shaka also put a photo of herself and Rasya while eating together in a warteg before Shaka left for Education. A few years ago, in the photo Shaka was very young and Rasya looked so cute with round glasses covering his narrow eyes.

Gayatri took the agenda and the photo. He looked at her for a while, especially at the photo that implied the happiness of two people who loved each other. Looks like Shaka isn't lying that they have closeness. Really as a brother and sister, because all this time Rasya never told me that he had an older brother.

Instead of asking, Gayatri prefers to read Rasya's agenda book first. On the first page, the girl smiled looking at the cheerful image of herself and Rasya. There are many stories of their closeness that adorn the next pages, bringing Gayatri to recall her friendship with Rasya.

On a page far enough away, Gayatri slowed down her reading. Precisely on the love poem that Rasya made for her. Gayatri turned to Shaka who was beside her and the man was not disturbed, still staring far ahead there, at some point where the man who accompanied her daydreamed.

Gayatri smiled slightly, she rubbed the courtyard gently. It seems true that his guess all along that Rasya has feelings for him other than as a friend.

“Love, I don't know what it looks like. I also don't know what the taste should be. Is it enough with the image of a loud thump on my chest that I can't stop when I'm nearby? What is the difference between replying with not? Is there a difference between not being told? What if the feeling is for him or not? What if Gayatri Sekar Ayu finds out?”

“Yes, lately my heart is pounding very fast. Especially when he's near me. He made me wake up early and sleep more. I spend more time thinking about it. Aya, longing is torturous and I feel it every day as we sit face to face in the canteen.”

The two paragraphs clearly imply Rasya's feelings for her. If you look at the date in the right corner of the agenda, about two months before they leave for Bromo. Apparently not long enough the feeling was in the possession of Rasya, even though they had been friends for more than two years.

Gayatri reopens the next page. There was a page where Rasya posted a candid photo as he hugged Gayatri. If not the wrong thing happened when Rasya forgot to pick up Gayatri at Rosi's home. The man apologized and hugged Gayatri tightly. He said he was very sorry.

The next pages are Rasya's daily stories with her. The man recorded it neatly and carried Gayatri on a page with the message of Rasya's death.

His eyes bulged out not expecting any of this writing to be on Rasya's agenda. More and more unexpected because it feels like this writing does not belong to Rasya.

“This is not Rasya's writing,” Gayatri told Shaka.

The man smiled faintly, apparently the girl beside him noticed it too. Shaka turned to the girl, opening the next page. The page where Shaka had placed the piece of paper that Dion had written on his flower bucket.

“Dion?” gayatri asked as she scrunched her forehead.

“Hem,” Shaka said with a fixed gaze on Gayatri. “Gue thinks he killed my brother. But only this evidence leads to him, the others nil.” Shaka continued his sentence in despair as he brushed his hair violently.

From the sentence Shaka just now, Gayatri captures the meaning that Shaka had been investigating the death of his sister. How far is it?

“Lo will not find any evidence, because it is not him who killed Rasya,” one sentence that makes Shaka stunned.

“Lo tau?” the man went straight to Gayatri, waiting for Gayatri to answer.

Shaka's deep gaze on her, brought the girl to recall the incident two months ago.

“Aya, you go home first. There's something I have to take care of first,” so in line with the message Gayatri received when she was in the toilet. The sender is Rasya.

“Tumben,” murmur Gayatri. “Lo still meeting OSIS?” ask the girl. Rasya is the head of OSIS at his school.

“Hem. Probably home in the afternoon. There is still a lot to discuss.” Quickly the man replied.

“Oh, no problem. I used to play basketball with kids. I can wait for you lo.” While walking towards the classroom, Gayatri replied to Rasya's message.

“No need to wait, because I have business after school. I'll see you in the morning, I'll pick you up. Lo motor is still in the workshop right?”

“Hem, yes I've come home with the kids.”

“Okey Aya. See you tomorrow,” that's the last message Rasya sent her.

Sure enough, until the end of the lesson Rasya has not returned to his class. The bench in front of Gayatri was still empty with books strewn about. Gayatri tidied up Rasya's books and stationery to put in the bag. He sent a photo of Rasya bag that has been tidied to the owner.

“It looks like he's really busy, he doesn't want me to fight. Heem... OSIS againii, OSIS again,” Gayatri grumbled in annoyance.

In the afternoon of school, Rasya is still not finished with his show. Zaidan then ran to the field and gave a bottle of drink, he said from Rasya. “Sweet is also a boy,” muttered Gayatri who made his co-star Dion glance cynically.

“Why, you want to too?” ledek Gayatri on Dion.

“Gak!” the man said as he passed away.

“Dih, ngeselin!” grunts Gayatri while glaring. Dion was always sensi when he saw his closeness with Rasya.

Gayatri really went home with Zaidan. They stopped by the workshop to pick up Gayatri's motor. Long enough to be there, because the Gayatri motorbike has not been completed in service.

“Lo back first. I think it's still a long time,” Gayatri told Zaidan.

“No need, I wait for kok.” Zaidan insisted. He put the phone he had been playing in his pocket.

“Ck! Sono is gone. I know your girl is waiting. I males make a girl lo keki mulu same me.” Gayatri was upset. His closeness to Zaidan has always been interpreted negatively by the first grade high school girl who became Zaidan's girlfriend.

“Ah well, he too. But you okay I stay?”

“Again! Sono is back. If you see merryak, say I'm not finished.”

“Iyaa, I'll say it later. But beware yes, finished from here you directly back, do not make me the same enamel lo!” Like a child, Zaidan pointed his index finger as a form of threat.

“Iyaaa, akh elah!” Gayatri patted Zaidan's index finger. This man is part of a team of overprotective people around him.

Zaidan went home, leaving Gayatri still waiting for his bike. The former race yesterday made the engine problematic. The girl waited until night. He was yawning because he was sleepy.

A message notification distracts Gayatri. The message was from Dion.

“What is this place?” gayatri asked when she saw a location that Dion had sent.

“Lo should come here, you should see something. Soon Aya!” as soon as the next message.

“What is anjir?! You are really dong! What the hell?” Gayatri replied in annoyance. The message made Gayatri feel uncomfortable.

Not long after, Dion sent a photo of Galih holding the collar of Rasya's uniform. "Akh anjir!" exclaim Gayatri who immediately stood up. The feeling is increasingly uncomfortable, because the brother is not too fond of Rasya.

“What's finished yet?” ask the gadiis in a hurry.

“Stay install the fender,” suhut repairman.

“Tomorrow by now. I used to use the motor. I have to go,” Gayatri said in a hurry. The location that Dion had delivered was about 30y minutes away.

“Ya. The machine is safe.”

“Iya, send me account lo same nominal. I'll transfer.” Gayatri immediately grabbed the helmet on the table and put it on. He also took out a motor key that hung on the spikes of the workshop wall.

“Iyaa, later I wa. Be careful lo on the road, do not speed!” a technician who is familiar with Gayatri.

“Si Aya does not speed where it can,” timpal his friend when he saw Gayatri jammed his motorbike on a paved road and only left a puff of smoke.

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