Bad Boy Agents

Our meeting

“Gue already nyampe home,” in line that message currently read Gayatri. The sender is none other than Shaka, who half an hour ago came home after fun playing Bullshit/Cheat with Barkah.

They laugh when they beat each other. Shaka who wins more often, he is good at organizing strategies. The atmosphere of the store is usually only noisy by the sound of customers, this time warmed by the laughter of the owner. After a long time, only now again the sound of laughter Barkah sounded very jarring.

Until entering the house, Barkah still discussed the greatness of Shaka. Just listen out there, the man is still praising Shaka. Gayatri understood correctly, it was the form of one of the impingement of his longing on his son who was still undergoing treatment in a mental hospital.

“Ok,” only two letters that became Gayatri reply.

He put his cell phone back, was about to wash his face. His long hair he pinched high. While walking towards the bathroom, he pulled a towel hanging.

The tring!

The message was heard again. The tall girl stopped going into the bathroom and approached the flat object lying on the table. The light blue towel he saddles around the neck.

“Very short balesnya, kayak lightning. I name you fast, wkwkwkwkwk...” Shaka replied to her in a joke.

“A funny! No need to also report with me, if already nyampe home.” Gayatri replied cynically.

“Yaa who knows bokap lo nanyain.”

“Kamak yaa.. don't need geer.”.

“Ayaaaa.. si Shaka has nyampe belom house?” a loud voice sounded behind the door.

“Jeez, how can you fit gini anyway?” Gayatri was stunned by her own shock. “Ayaa...” the man could not even wait to hear Gayatri's reply, to knock on her bedroom door.

“Udah sleep time si Aya. Yesterday, do not disturb.” Mira pulls her husband's hand away from her daughter's bedroom door.

“Gosh!” The two people were instantly stunned as Gayatri suddenly opened the door.

“Udah nyampe,” said the girl without cue.

“Oh, yes thank you,” is just that barkah's answer.

"Did I say, fret the hell lo." Mira elbowed her husband in annoyance.

"Eehh not restless, I'm worried Mir." Barkah said to his wife who just raised her voice. "Lo sleep gih, it's malem,” continued the man to Gayatri, while laying his body on the sofa. He used a glove to cover his body.

Gayatri looked at the man for a while. It occurred to him to tell me what happened today, but he paused because he did not know where to start. Finally, the girl decided to go back into her room.

“Udah I sayin,” Gayatri wrote to Shaka.

“Okey, thanks. You haven't slept?” Shaka replied quickly. It seemed like this man was indeed waiting for Gayatri's reply.

“Ngelindur dong I, reply wa while sleeping,” Gayatri chimed in cynically.

“Hahahaha. If you haven't slept, I want to talk to you. Can?”

“Gue wants to go to the toilet, lo wa mulu anjir!”

“Gue wait. Gih hunted, before cepirit.”

Gayatri replied with a middle finger pickle emoticon. Shaka just replied to her with a laughing reaction.

“Nih weird kid,” grunts Gayatri who throws her phone on the bed. He left his chat application open as if he were online. The owner was in the bathroom to clean his body.

“Ya..”

“Ayaaa.. have you returned yet? You don't sleep in the bathroom, do you?” the message was sent by Shaka after 10 minutes had passed from the last time Gayatri replied to his message.

The man was still in his secret room, sitting in the chair he was swirling around in.

“For so long is the child going to the bathroom? Did he go to sleep?” Shaka muttered to himself as he looked at the mobile screen above his face. Closing and logging into his messaging app repeatedly, but Gayatri is still not online as well.

He got up from his chair and turned to the white board. He wrote some plans that he would do with Gayatri.

“What?” the message was returned by Shaka. The girl had finished cleaning her body and was sitting leaning on her bed.

“Tomorrow road yuk. We're on location,” take Shaka suddenly.

“What location?” Dahi Gayatri frowned while replying to Shaka's message.

“Location of Rasya. I want to check a few things. There are a lot of weird things. I think we should work together to find out who Rasya's killer is.” Shaka's reply this time was quite long.

Gayatri was silent for a while, considering whether her trauma might reappear if she went to that place.

“Hem, pick me up early in the morning.” Gayatri finally agreed.

“Okey, tomorrow morning I'm home. Met malem Aya, sweet dreams.” So did Shaka's last message.

Gayatri looked up at the message from Shaka. “Gue don't want to dream good dreams, I just want to sleep soundly. And when I woke up, this nightmare was over,” muttered Gayatri while turning off her phone screen. He no longer replied to Shaka's message. Laying his body and hugging the bolster while staring at the nanar photo of himself with Rasya.

*****

“Do not doubt you! You think because you pinter, you can find the front face of the teacher, huh?!” dion's voice rang out in Gayatri's ear cavity.

At that time he was going to the library to return the textbooks he had borrowed. Accidentally, he saw the figure of the son of the chairman of the school committee was bullying a male student with glasses. Hit the boy's head with a book until his body collapsed on the ground.

Gayatri ignored that, for her what Dion did was none of her business.

The days changed, Gayatri increasingly saw the act of bullying Dion against students who were 1st grade High School. The worst thing was when Gayatri saw Dion spilling Rasya's lunch. The teenager's clothes got dirty from the food spill. The food accidentally spilled onto Gayatri's shoes.

“Apologies lo!” dion exclaimed at Rasya, pushing the boy's thin body towards Gayatri.

Rasya fell to his knees, almost hit Gayatri who was sitting in her chair. Luckily Gayatri was able to dodge so Rasya fell right behind Gayatri's body which reflexively stood up.

“Eh jerk lo ya! Lo accidentally caper same Aya?!” dion shouted as he raised his hand to hit Rasya.

At the same moment, Gayatri immediately held Dion's hand against hitting Rasya. The girl looked at Dion sharply and vexedly. Dion's current behavior began to tease him. “Lo nukahin, why should he apologize?” gayatri asked Dion.

The man tried to remove the grip of his hand from Gayatri, but Gayatri's grip was too strong.

“Bersihin,” said Gayatri who pointed at her shoes with the sharp corners of her eyes.

Dion immediately shook his hand and Gayatri's grip was released.

“Why do you bear him Aya? He's the begok, the road just can't!” Dion barking not accept.

Gayatri does not stop. He scowled and smiled cynically at Dion. “Build,” he said to Rasya.

The teenager immediately got up. He was embarrassed to hide his bruised face from Dion's blow a few days ago. The man tried to stand beside Gayatri, without daring to look at Dion or Gayatri in the slightest. The attention of the people in the cafeteria was on Gayatri and Dion.

“Lo see he's cute?” gayatri asked Dion.

Dion grinning, “Yes, I see. Your mind is the same as mine. He's cute and ngeselin.” The man answered arrogantly.

Gayatri smiled back in a slant. “If you see him cute, don't be a pussy dong. When you teach people who are not equal? Want to fight, yuk same me,” challenge the girl while bringing her body closer to Dion, a little whisper in her ear.

Dion took a step back. How could the man want to fight with Gayatri, the girl he liked since he first entered this school. The man shook his head, pointed at Rasya and clenched his hands in the air, after which he fluttered in annoyance.

“Cap!” dion exclaimed at his friends without taking his eyes off Gayatri. The man continued to walk backwards until he turned around leaving Gayatri and the people in the cafeteria in a fit of annoyance.

Gayatri smiled cynically at Dion's departure. The teenager was increasingly allowed to more and more. The school also did not dare to take action because Dion was the son of the chairman of the school committee as well as the largest contributor of funds in this school.

“Ma-thank you for not helping me. Let me clean your shoes,” said Rasya who immediately crouched in front of Gayatri. He was about to touch Gayatri's feet, but Gayatri immediately pulled him.

“Even if no one can you be proud of yourself, why do you have to humble yourself?” ask the girl to Rasya.

He lowered his closed arms, looking down at Rasya's still bowed head. The man was silent for a while, trying to digest Gayatri's words. Right, shouldn't anyone demean him? Why does he humble himself?

Suddenly his hands clenched, like there were millions of energies entering his body. With all the courage of the teenager raised his head. He looked at Gayatri who was looking at him. The corner of his eyes were swollen and red, looking narrowed as the man smiled. He stood before Gayatri and looked at her boldly. The gaze that made Rasya himself want to always stare at the face of the girl.

“Yes, you really. No one can lower me,” he said with swollen lips and not too clear.

Gayatri only smiled cynically, there was no word of the girl. He chose to pass away leaving Rasya who was still in his place.

“Gue Arrasya Haikal's. I know your name, lo Gayatri Sekar Ayu right?” rasha exclaimed who echoed in the room called the canteen. Everything was silent, no one spoke after Dion's drama with Gayatri.

Gayatri did not chim in, let alone turn around. He continued his steps leaving Rasya with a small smile.

From then on, Rasya started to approach Gayatri. Many things the teenager did to get closer to Gayatri. Like sitting in front of Gayatri. Watching Gayatri play basketball. Accompanying Gayatri while studying alone in the library, to provide small assistance such as accompanying her picket class.

The girl had given Rasya a lot of courage. Rasya began to be confident to show himself as a smart child in the field of learning. Many teachers praised his intelligence. The teenager was also elected chairman of OSIS.

A Rasya, growing up with a stubborn and annoying Gayatri figure. But behind that, they are two people who support and encourage each other. Their friendship is intertwined from time to time. Unfortunately, it must end because death separates.

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