Bad Boy Agents

Unpleasant thing

Gayatri's request and the girl's departure from Dion's presence, made the man distraught. He was still looking at the direction Gayatri was rushing to get away from this place. Only two eggs were eaten before the girl decided to leave because she felt that what she was doing with Dion was futile. He could not hold himself back, restraining his emotions. And that's what made all of his efforts fail.

Gayatri's shadow was no longer visible from Dion's view. The man who bent his knees smiled crazily to find Gayatri's attitude that never softened on him. Moreover, he has made a big mistake, a mistake that must somehow fix it. Can it be fixed by fulfilling Gayatri's wishes?

The man moved weakly from his place, his sturdy hand reached for the recording device left behind by the girl, then gripped it tightly. He departed from that place, a place that broke his heart for the second time.

Upon awakening, Dion immediately follows Gayatri to the front of the cafe, but a Gayatri is no longer seen. I don't know where it's going, which is obviously very fast. “SIAL!” dion snorted with annoyance and regret. He should have held the girl's hand and forbade her from leaving. Wasn't the two months ignored by Gayatri so excruciating?

One hand Dion brushed his own hair 4s until it felt sore while kicking the pebbles near his feet. The girl gave him no choice, he was already good at suppressing Dion's feelings.

In the midst of his heartbreak, Dion chose to go home. He drove his car at high speed, making the public road a race area. Several times he almost nudged another vehicle, but he still managed to avoid despite being rewarded with mockery and long honks from other vehicle owners who were upset with his mischievous behavior.

“Lo who steps aside jerk!!” dion exclaimed as he was showered with many honks. The deeper he stepped on the accelerator, leaving behind another vehicle racing with him.

“Sial!” the man snorted, shortly after he arrived at his yard. He immediately got out of his car and slammed the car door violently.

"Home son?" greet Deby to his son. Do not answer, neither glance.

“Where are you from?” asked a man who was none other than Arisman, the father, when he saw his teenage son walking in a hurry to hit the chair that had been in his place.

Dion did not answer, he just glanced and went to his room.

“Heh, Dion! I'm talking to you!” exclaim that man. His eyes were round, following the movement of the son who walked firmly towards the second floor.

Dion remained unclogged, he immediately went into his room and slammed the door of the room violently.

“AARRGHHH!!!” shouted the teenager, until heard by Arisman who was with his wife.

“Why is your child?” arisman asked the wife who was preparing fruit for him. This afternoon this tall man did not return to the office after receiving guests who visited his home.

“Udah Mas, his name is also another pubescent child, you do not be too hard.” Deby tried to remind me.

PRANK!

The sound of broken objects rang out from upstairs and came from Dion's room. Arisman and Deby compactly turned their heads. “That's what you said you had to be in?” ask the man as he moves from his place.

He took off his suit, threw it violently, then took the base ball stick that was near the stairs.

“Mass! Where are you going?!” exclaimed Deby who immediately followed the fast and long steps of her husband. The woman half-runs after Arisman who is too eager to teach her son a lesson.

“Mas, wait. What do you want?” Deby immediately stood up to Arisman, stretching out his hand in front of the man.

“Surge you! Your son is testing my patience more and more. Mingir!!” exclaimed the man with barking eyes.

“I won't step aside Mas. He always hit Dion every time he acted without ever asking what our son was going through. He's in puberty, don't treat him like a kid. He can fight,” without lowering his outstretched hand, Deby insisted on giving an explanation.

“So I said, MOVE!!!” the man shouted in a loud voice.

Deby shriveled to hear the screams of her husband echoing in the big and luxurious house. He could not dwell as Arisman pushed his body away from the path he was blocking.

The man's burly hand immediately opened the door to Dion's room. His eyes glared when it turned out that the glass shards had been scattered because they were bent by Dion.

“Damn you! What are you doing huh? What?!” arisman shouted while pushing his son's body hard enough that Don's body was pushed far enough away and hit the wall.

“Not Papah!” dion yelled back. The teenager grimaced slightly as his back felt pain from hitting the wall.

BUKS!!

One blow lay the man over Dion's shoulder, making Dion's body stagger and hold onto the wall.

“Pah, no!!!” shouts Deby who tried to break up. She held the hand of her husband, who had raised his hand in the air, about to strike Dion a second time.

“Hah! Don't interfere with you!” Arisman pushes Deby's body firmly until the woman is knocked down and hits Dion's bedroom door. His head hit the door handle and made him fall staggered feeling the dizziness and pain that came together. His forehead was bruised and he held it with a trembling hand.

“Lo dare to hit me huh?!” yelled Dion who did not accept. The teenager floated his raw bogem on Arisman, but Arisman quickly repelled it.

The brawl was no longer inevitable. Arisman is possessed, forgetting who he really is. With a base ball stick in his hand, he beat up Dion mercilessly. Letting his son be covered in blood from his nose, kicking his body until it fell curled up on the floor. The man only stopped after his anger was released.

In a different place, Gayatri was still in Shaka's shackles. The girl hasn't talked much since she left the cafe. Shaka noticed from his right rearview, the girl also looked lethargic with a sad face. Several times he rubbed his tears that accidentally dripped.

Once, Shaka pulled Gayatri's hand and wrapped it around her stomach. The girl's body was pulled just like that until she accidentally hugged Shaka. She tries to let go of Shaka's hand, but Shaka holds her back.

“More ngumpet nangisnya, there is my back to lo gagging,” said the man with a voice that is quite clear, unpretentious with the wind.

Gayatri does not chimed, but also does not refuse. He chose to follow Shaka's advice to lean his body against the flat back of the man in front of him. He really needs a backrest.

Shaka gave a small smile as he felt Gayatri leaning on his back. The woman is also still ready to hug him from behind, even though Shaka's hand has not forced her. “Handle, let's not fall. Mumpung is still free,” seduce the boy on the girl.

Only a slow blow that Shaka then felt as an expression of Gayatri's annoyance. The man still drove his motorbike through the crowded streets again scorching. Occasionally straight forward and turn left or right, following the curve of the capital city road. I don't know where they're headed which is clear he said Gayatri did not want to go home.

A cell phone ringing sounded faint and teased the cavity of Gayatri's ear. The girl reached into the pocket of her uniform and found her mobile phone vibrating. He immediately checked it and the call came from an unknown number. Not a mobile phone number but a home or office phone number.

Gayatri patted Shaka on the shoulder for the man to pull over. The burly man complied and pulled off his bike in front of a closed shop.

The girl immediately took off her helmet, “Halo,” Gayatri replied quickly.

“Halo good afternoon, with the family of Galih Pradana?” ask for a voice over there.

“Iya's right, my sister. Who is this?” gayatri's question made Shaka turn his head. The girl sniffed her shoulders as Shaka's mouth gesture asked ‘who?’

“I am a nurse from Galih Pradana, can you please go to hospital X right now?” pinta the woman.

“Oh, what's wrong?" Gayatri began to worry, because the name of the sait house mentioned is not where Galih was treated.

"Later we'll explain here" the medic declined to elaborate.

"Well, I'll be there soon,” Gayatri said quickly.

“What's up?” shaka asked after Gayatri's call ended.

“We're going to hospital X now, nurse Galih told me to go there.” Gayatri was in a hurry.

“Handle!” Without waiting for a long time, Shaka immediately restarts his bike at high speed. The strong beat of the iron horse made Gayatri hug Shaka tightly.

What's the matter? Is Galih okay?

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