Bad Boy Agents

Market goons

“Aya,” a teenager approached Gayatri who was enjoying her meal in the cafeteria.

Gayatri only glanced at him for a moment before then continuing her lunch. Today his body was a little limp due to lack of sleep. Last night he heard his father constantly mention the names of Galih and Galih until early morning. He had covered his ears with a pillow but the voice of the father was still heard accompanied by sobs in his sleep.

“Gue denger, kemaren bokap lo hit ya, same thugs market?” The teenager leaned closer while whispering to Gayatri. I don't want other students to hear it.

Gayatri did not agree or deny it because she did not know what her father was doing outside her home. What he knows, lately his father is often drunk and troublemaking. He came home battered.

“Police has nandain bokap lo. He said he was gambling too. You have to be careful, Aya. Don't take your bokap to hold. You don't want your family to get messy?” The teenager named Zaidan tried to remind Gayatri. Their houses are quite close together, so get to know each other quite well. Gayatri is a friend growing up with her.

Gayatri's hands stopped playing her food. His mouth full of food stopped chewing. This girl seemed to think, somehow the more problems in her family day more and more.

“Bokap I have said that he does not want to help bokap lo if until he is detained by the police. He has no money to give bail. You also have to think about your good name in school. Don't get out of here and don't get any more scholarships. You don't want to, do you?” Zaidan looked at Gayatri worriedly.

Terrified gasps of annoyance from Gayatri's mouth. He immediately finished his meal and gulped his water greedily. When upset, the delivery is only food and drink. I don't know until when he will meet with problems that do not get bored coming to him.

Bell's endless lessons have rung. Gayatri rushed towards the parking lot. He saw his motorbike blocked by Shaka's black motor. He looked around, there was no sign that the owner was nearby. The teenager must have been busy serving his fans in class. Gayatri was forced to check the bike, lucky not to be in the lock of the neck. With all his might he moved Shaka's motor which blocked his path. Returning it little by little until finally the motor can pass.

Gayatri does not move the Shaka motorcycle into place anymore because some other motorcycles will definitely be blocked by the big sport bike. Without waiting for long, he immediately put on his helmet and drove his bike out of school.

The place that Gayatri was heading to right now was the market. A place that the father used as land to scavenge fortune. He worked as a parking attendant and occasionally as a hauler. From a distance Gayatri saw the father who was helping someone pull back his motorbike. The man received two thousand bills and thanked them. Look at her shabby appearance with a flat-patterned round hat complete with a shabby towel coiled around her neck. His sunburned face looked thin, flaky and reddish.

Gayatri was still looking at her father from his place. It's so sorry that old man. After being dismissed unilaterally from his workplace, he now works odd jobs. Often he came home without bringing a dollar. Only the smell of drinks that smelled from his body began to weaken.

Barkah is actually familiar with living on the streets, but after having a daughter, he decides to stop being a thug. He wants to live well and feed his daughter in a good way. He wants to stop playing games until fate has toyed with his life and forced him back into the streets that once forged his life.

The young girl decided to meet her father. He picked up the bottle he had bought in the cafeteria and rushed to the man who was resting under a tree. He fanned his body with the flat hat he was wearing. His hair was already sweaty and messy, far from a neat impression.

“Weh, again relax lo!” exclaimed a market thug who came with two friends.

Gayatri's steps immediately stopped. He looked at it first from a distance.

“It will definitely be invited to gamble again, continue if you win the money taken and debukin,” comments the owner of the stall who took a peek. Looks like this woman is used to seeing events around her place of selling.

Sure enough, the man pulled the collar of the rickshaw shirt until the man stood up with a wave. “Where does lo?” ask the thug with barking eyes.

“Ampun bang, I haven't got much money. Just got thirty thousand,” said Barkah with trembling hands. Not nervous to face this thug, but because he consumed too many entrenched drinks. That's what makes Barkah unable to fight back.

“Long lo! You think I'll believe it, huh?!” The man barked at Barkah, his mouth wide open as if to eat the trembling man in his hand.

“Somewhat a lie bang, I swear. You can see for yourself, my money is just this.” With his trembling hands, Barkah showed the money he could get.

The man grinned, quickly taking the money from Barkah. Not getting there, the man also kicked Barkah's body until the man fell on the rough paved ground. Unsatisfied with it, the three thugs kicked Barkah who could only squirm on the ground, grimacing in pain.

“Weh, helped girls!” the thugs exclaimed when they saw Gayatri coming at them.

“Aya, why are you here? Go home!” Barkah immediately encouraged his daughter to leave immediately. He was worried that his daughter was being bullied by the three burly thugs.

Barkah's thrust did not make Gayatri's legs budge. Nor chimed and chose to stand up to challenge the thug to protect the father who was behind him.

“Eh the scurvy even hit me! Want me anything you boy?” Leisurely the thug grabbed Gayatri's chin and grabbed her.

Unexpectedly, Gayatri suddenly grabbed the man's arm and twisted it 180 degrees until the man grimaced in pain.

“Aaakkkk aakkk aakhh... Anjir's pain! Help me get boozy!” the man who grimaced in pain.

“Damn this brat, ask for it!” The other two thugs did not remain silent. He immediately attacked Gayatri, raising his raw bogem on Gayatri. Gayatri quickly pushed the hand of the thug she twisted and used the drink bottle in her hand to fight the thug's raw bogem that almost hit her pretty face.

“Aaakkkk!!!” the man flicked his hand which was like being electrocuted to his upper arm when his fist collided with a plastic bottle. He did not expect that the plastic bottle could beat him.

“Both together you lose! Basic bagok!” yell thug to three. He ducked to grab Gayatri's body for her to carry, but Gayatri quickly raised her knee to hit the thug's forehead and then twisted her body and kicked the thug's head until it fell.

"Akh!! Goddamn bum!" The man lapsed back a few steps while holding his dizzy forehead.

“ATTEND!!!” exclaimed the thug leader who told his two men to attack Gayatri. The girl was ready with her horses. As the three thugs ran towards him, Gayatri immediately kicked the first thug's stomach until it staggered and used the male's strapping body as a repulsion and kicked his right leg into the neck of the second thug.

All three fell to their knees on the paved ground. One man held his hand, the other held a broken neck and the other lay helpless after his stomach was kicked hard by Gayatri's sturdy legs. They did not expect that this thin-bodied girl could cripple them at once in just a few moves.

Not daring to fight, the three thugs immediately went running away in droves after being able to wake up. One other thug was even forced by his friend to leave immediately. They were terrified to see the sharp eyes of Gayatri.

After the thug left, Gayatri extended her hand to her father. But the Rectus ignored him. He is still able to wake up on his own.

“Udah dad says you don't have to show off!” rickshaw with annoyance. His swollen eyes were slammed, looking at Gayatri with annoyance.

Gayatri does not chim. He prefers to help Barkah get up and sit him on the bench. He also gave his father a drink. The man snatched the bottle of drink from Gayatri's hand and gulped it hastily until it spilled on his dirty, sweat-filled shirt.

“You stopped talking, but you still can't stop yourself.” The man spoke cynically, staring at Gayatri from the side. Then he smiled a little. “You father,” added the man while rubbing Gayatri's hair with rough to messy. He was proud that his daughter was still able to defend herself.

“Why don't you kick the bird, let him pick us up,” The man is still chattering and Gayatri is still not chiming. He turned his face the other way, the direction the thugs were going, hoping that those people would never come back.

“You father! Sons!” barkah shouted while ruffling Gayatri's hair violently. If only his body were not weak, then he would not let his daughter fight. He will face the thugs to the point of blood.

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