Bad Boy Agents

Creating a Strategy 3

As per Shaka's message, Gayatri must be careful while with Dion. At this time the girl began to carry out her mission to get close to Dion. Through the invitation 'Ngafe together', Gayatri began to open himself to the presence of Dion. Saka was right, Dion's great interest in him, gave Gayatri a great opportunity to drive the man.

Just look at the expression of that man who looks so happy. He provides his best vehicle to take Gayatri for a walk. The luxury sports car that he wears when taking Gayatri away, so that the girl is comfortable and not overheated. His efforts are very clear to win the heart of Gayatri.

"Bawain motor Aya home," his message to Zaidan, while throwing Gayatri motor keys on the teenager's responsibility.

"Yeah, I'll bring it. Instead, don't forget, take your new PS to headquarters, I'll wait," pinta Zaidan.

"Bawel lo!" only that was Dion's reply who immediately opened the door for Gayatri. "Yuk" he asked, smiling at the beautiful girl.

Gayatri did not protest much, she got into the car, then sat in the passenger seat next to the driver.

"Gue unplug first, I'll send food to the headquarters" Dion said before getting into his car.

"Yeah.be careful lo, bring the virgin bang Barkah." Zaidan waved his hand at Gayatri. The girl did not flinch, preferring to look at the footsteps of her friends who were flocking out of the school gates.

Meanwhile Dion was just smiling, turning his head to Gayatri and seeing this girl beside him was enough to please him. "Is he ready?" Dion checks Gayatri's seat belt.

Of course the girl did not chim in, she let Dion see for himself that the seat belt was already coiled around her body. Starting with the sound of a sharp sign horn on his friends, Dion's car drove smoothly on the paved ground to get out of the school gate.

The man also whistled while regulating the speed of his vehicle, not too fast or slow. He wants to spend more time with Gayatri.

"Still feeling a dream, can walk again the same lo, Yes," said Dion without hesitation. He was shaking his hair which was starting to shake. The existence of Gayatri beside him made him feel like the luckiest man in the world.

"Let me always nanyain lo, how are you now. He said, play around at home, let him have a meeting." Dion tried to make small talk. Although Gayatri did not hold it, the man was still engrossed in chattering. He began to enjoy this condition, a condition in which he was free to speak and Gayatri did not endure it cynically. Not just busy talking to Rasya.

"May I hear some music?" again Dion asked.

This time Gayatri turned her head, looked at the man for a while, then turned again.

"Thanks Aya" said the man who immediately turned on the music player. There is a song owned by Andra and the back bone that is currently filling the vacuum in the cabin of the car. The clang of the guitar, played nicely, sounded so romantic in Dion's ears. He hoped that the girl beside him would be swept away in this romantic atmosphere.

"Lo likes?" it was important for Dion to know Gayatri's current preferences. No, knowing long ago what Gayatri liked was one of Dion's efforts.

Gayatri simply fell silent, crossing her arms in front of her chest while leaning on the head rest. Dion saw it as a sign that a Gayatri was starting to feel comfortable around him. He no longer spoke, it was more pleasant to enjoy this time of marching in silence. As long as there's a Gayatri, it's enough.

Twenty minutes later, the two teenagers reached a cafe. The cafe where Dion expressed his feelings for Gayatri a year ago. Yes, a year ago Dion was heartbroken by Gayatri's rejection. The pain until now. He still remembers exactly Gayatri's expression and sentence at the time, "Lo equals I'm more fit to be a temen."

Hah, it feels stifling, but he is getting used to it. There is no harm in starting from scratch as long as all that effort is for Gayatri.

In a corner of the room Gayatri and Dion were at this moment. Gayatri's favorite dish is presented on the table, which is dimsum along with other menus that fill the table. Gayatri used to love that food. Often Dion is anxious himself to see how to eat Gayatri which he thinks is very funny. Her mouth is bulging with a dimsum with a happy face and a body that moves sideways to the left and right while enjoying her food. Unfortunately Gayatri is not as happy now.

"Gue hope not wrong to choose the menu for you," said the man.

Gayatri did not answer, she took the chopsticks and plucked one of the warm dimsums. He took it to the chili sauce and ate it with great pleasure. Dion breathed a sigh of relief because his beloved girl was willing to eat the food he prepared.

Unlike Gayatri who enjoyed her food so much, Dion was even engrossed in looking at the girl who was eating. Lean on his chair while propping up his chin without letting go of the small smile at the corner of his lips. "If less, I'll retire again" said the bourgeoisie.

"Lo think I'm that greedy?" gayatri suddenly said.

Dion was instantly stunned, he immediately straightened his body and stared in disbelief at Gayatri. "Yes, I'm not wrong, am I? You were talking, right?" The man leaned on Gayatri so as not to miss the voice he had been longing for more than two months.

"Lo thinks this dimsum's the one talking?" cynical Gayatri feed the marrow back into her mouth.

"Oh Sorry, I didn't realize it was so bad" said the man who returned to his place. Although very happy because Gayatri spoke again, but he had to resist his desire to hug the girl. He did not want to go beyond the limits to make the girl angry.

Not only Dion, but also the young man who was sitting in one corner and was watching them. Yes exactly, the young man in the hat was Shaka. His intention was to protect Gayatri from Dion, but now it was his heart that he had to protect. It suddenly slipped and felt uncomfortable. He repeatedly patted his chest tight in the interspersed mineral water that he gulped until the toilet half.

With complete confidence, Gayatri chose to speak to Dion. However, there must be a two-way communication between him and Dion, so that everything is quickly revealed.

"I haven't heard your voice in a long time, since,"

"Since you told me to diem. I won't forget it was Dion" said Gayatri, who broke Dion's sentence.

Dion smiled wryly, his face clearly showing a sense of regret. "Gue knows, Yes. I'm sorry about that, Aya. I want to fix everything the same." It was obvious that the man was so serious about his words.

"Fixed?" Gayatri smiled cynically hearing that word. He put his chopsticks and looked at Dion coldly. "In what way? What do you really want to fix? Everything was destroyed by Dion," Gayatri said in a low and slovenly tone, indicating correctly that this woman was desperate.

"Anything. Whatever I'm gonna fix for you." Dion grabbed Gayatri's hand and held her tightly.

"Lo can apologize to Rasya?" gayatri asked with a sharp look.

"Can! I'll come to his grave and apologize to him. I know I was wrong for ever raising him." Dion said confidently, making Gayatri give a smile. "Gue beg Aya, give me a chance to fix everything." Again he was fond.

"Lo can testify for my brother? Testify that he didn't stab Rasya?" again Gayatri asked, this time more firmly.

This time Dion did not answer, he also removed his hand from Gayatri. This girl's request is tough.

"I suspect, I can't expect much of a coward. Someone who always takes shelter under the armpits of his bokapnya and pretends not to squirm anything. Though because of lo diem, two souls are missing from my life." Gayatri smiled cynically, her eyes staring at Dion sharply.

"Yes," Dion began to look desperate. Gayatri's words were like slapping him. "Gue does not want to defend your brother, but I did not see exactly that incident. And my departure abroad is not because I want to avoid it, but because I have no other choice."

"LO LIE!" gayatri breaks Dion's sentence. His voice is quite loud, managed to attract the attention of several people around him including Shaka. But Gayatri did not care. His hands were still clenching firmly and the look of those disappointed eyes was clearly visible on his face.

"Lo lied if you said you didn't know anything. Lo left not only because of your bokap orders, but because you have no feelings for Dion. You also ignore the feelings of others, INCLUDING ME!" Gayatri hit the table.

His attempt to hold back and slowly approach Dion failed. His defense collapses as the memories of the creepy incident fill his mind again.

"Yes, please!" Dion immediately rested at Gayatri's feet. He clasped Gayatri's hand tightly and his eyes fixed regretfully on the girl. "Please excuse me. I told you I would fix everything. Please give me a chance, please...." Dion pleaded with his low voice. His eyes were teary, but for Gayatri it was disgusting.

"If there is a chance your brother's case is opened again, I am willing to give Aya's testimony. I'm willing," said Dion, bowing languidly before Gayatri.

"Where it may be opened again, it is clear that my brother is now sick," said Gayatri while holding tightness in his chest.

"What can I do for you, so that you and your family will forgive me? Hmm...." The man dared himself to look back at the pair of red and wet eyes in regret. "Whatever you ask, I'll do, as long as you want to forgive me." Dion's words sounded so comforting, insisting on asking Gayatri to grant him forgiveness.

Gayatri did not answer, she took something from her bag and put it on the table. "Tell me everything you knew and saw that night. Tell me when you're ready to return this same thing me," said Gayatri while patting the recording device he put on the table.

Dion did not answer, he looked at the recorder and his heart was worried.

"Hemh, coward!" grunts Gayatri who smiles cynically, while moving from her place and choosing to leave Dion.

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