Bad Boy Agents

Ripe tomatoes

There is something new in the morning that belongs to Shaka and he enjoys it so much, which is seeing Gayatri. Like this morning, after waking up, the first thing he looked for was Gayatri who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. I don't know why he was afraid for himself that the girl had left his house without saying goodbye. More than that, he began to fear if something bad happened to this unique girl.

The journey to school was different because Shaka did not leave alone. There was a Gayatri that he followed from a fairly close distance and occasionally he noticed from his rearview. The girl is very good at controlling her vehicle. Although a race hobby, but when on public roads, the girl still prioritizes safety.

In front of a zebra crossing Gayatri stopped the speed of his motorbike for a moment, he gave the SD children the opportunity to cross first. A middle-aged woman also crossed over with a lot of luggage in her hands.

Unexpectedly, the girl chose to pull over her bike first and then get off and help the woman cross.

“Wih, this boy. I guess he is not as caring as others,” muttered Shaka with a sense of admiration that filled his heart. One bright side of this girl came back and it was a surprise.

After helping the woman cross, Gayatri immediately returned to her motorcycle and reinstated the loyal two-wheeler to take her anywhere. Not until ten minutes have they turned into the school gate that is almost closed.

Their delay made the parking lot of Shaka and Gayatri already filled with other motorcycles. They are parking in other areas. The two rushed down and took off their helmets before running off to class with the other students as the bell rang.

“Lo's hair is messy,” said Shaka while tidying up Gayatri's hair that was broken. He rubbed the long hair and Gayatri immediately brushed it off.

“Gue can tidy up on its own,” he said deftly.

“Wuf, okay.” Shaka immediately lowered his hand. Ever since last night, Gayatri started to keep her distance. I don't know what the reason this girl is that Shaka obviously doesn't give up on getting close.

Arriving at the entrance of his class, a student was already standing in front of the class and writing down the material of the assignment of the teacher. He said today there was a teacher meeting so that the first and second lesson hours they were asked to learn on their own.

Gayatri immediately sat down to her place, ignoring the sinister gaze of Beautiful and her friends. “They came together too. You're not suspicious?” ask Rima to Beautiful.

“Didn't be a girl. Look, I'm gonna make him spit-naked.” With a feeling of annoyance, Indah scribbled her book without letting go of her cynical gaze from Gayatri. He also sees Shaka raising his head and talking to the girl.

It was clearly beautiful to see when the dimpled girl smiled small and made her dimples look real.

“Aya, want to perpus?” asked Rosi who immediately approached Gayatri on her stool.

“This is not a group task, it should be together?” Shaka said it first.

“Emang if it is not a group task, can not learn together?” Rosi started to protest.

“Ya is okay, just maybe Aya again wants to learn by herself,” said Shaka while glancing at Gayatri.

The one who looked down didn't care about it. He moved out of his place with his books, walking leisurely out of class. Rosi soon catches up with him, having stuck out her tongue as a form of ridicule on Shaka.

“Yeah, in stay again,” murmured the man lazily. He moved from his place and only brought one notebook with a ballpoint that he slipped in the pocket of his uniform shirt.

“You learn together?” bargain David who approached Shaka while wrapping his hand on Shaka's shoulder.

The man just slicked his shoulders, there was no other choice.

In the library at the moment Gayatri is located. He was choosing the book he was going to study. Take one and read it for a moment.

“Aya,” call someone who suddenly stands next to Gayatri. Gayatri glanced at him for a while and it turned out that he was Alya. “I don't have much time, but you have to know this,” whispered Alya while handing her phone to Gayatri.

Gayatri scrunched her forehead as it turned out that Alya's phone was displaying a voice recording. The girl also gave him earphones for Gayatri to listen to him directly. There was no protest, Gayatri immediately listened to the recording, while Alya watched the surroundings fearing anyone would notice.

The voice on Alya's phone, Gayatri listen carefully. His face looked serious at the voices of the four women on the tape. Finished listening to the recording, Gayatri smiled faintly inwardly. He typed his number on Alya's phone, “Send the recording to me,” that's just Gayatri's message that made Alya stunned because it turned out that the girl was talking to him.

“Will I send. You just need to know one thing." The girl spoke firmly, making Gayatri turn her head. "Gue admitted this is not because I care about you, but I hope, with me doing this, you will not bother Shaka again with all the problems lo.” The warning sentence that turned out to be spoken by Alya before leaving, the snatch of a cellphone from Gayatri's hand, regardless of Gayatri's willingness.

Gayatri smiled crazily at the girl's words. It seems that the girl is not willing that she be close to Shaka. What would happen if you knew that Gayatri lived in that man's house?

The tring!

The sound of the message is heard and the sender is an unknown number. Gayatri immediately checked it and it turned out that the message was the recording she had heard.

“Don't involve me in your problems, especially Shaka. You're enough to make him dizzy with all your problems. Inget, Shaka deket lo just want to seek justice for his sister's death. Remember well these words of mine and do this as a form of thank you.” The message was also sent by Alya along with the recorded message.

Gayatri did not reply to him, she felt that there was no need to promise this girl anything. Gayatri does not intend to make Shaka difficult anymore.

Gayatri opened it, wondering what her friends were talking about. “Nih official announcement. The prize is 150 million for the first champion. Sure you don't want to come?” the message is from God. Gayatri immediately checked the message on it and it turned out that there was a race tonight with a considerable prize.

I don't know why this girl thought about the race. Especially since the reward offered was quite large. Couldn't that money be used to meet Galih's needs? At least Gayatri can pay the cost of consulting with a psychiatrist without having to continuously ask for help Shaka.

Then, about the Beautiful threat?

“Lo sell, I buy Indah,” said Gayatri with his unanimous determination.

Convinced by his decision, Gayatri chooses to leave the library, he needs time to think alone. Plan to keep his efforts from failing.

On a bench in the indoor pool at this time Gayatri sat. He started doodling his books, making plans for tonight. How did he get out of his house with his brother's motorbike?

“But the brake brother motor is problematic. I can't make that bike,” muttered Gayatri who thought seriously. He was looking for an alternative to race. “Did I come in him?” the girl continued, remembering someone.

“Lo here?” a voice shocked Gayatri. He immediately turned his head towards the door and the voice belonged to Shaka. “He wants to study really, why even be alone here? Want to learn to be a mermaid too?” the man approached Gayatri who pretended to read the book in her hand.

“Not a lo affair,” say Gayatri with ketus. He recalled Alya's message a moment ago.

The man just smiled, then sat down next to Gayatri. He deliberately approached Gayatri to peek at the material Gayatri was reading.

“That was last month's material, still you read,” taunt the man who smiled small.

“Lo what the hell? Can you stop bothering me?” Gayatri pushed Shaka's shoulder away.

“Can't!” Shaka answered quickly. Gayatri was agitated to hear Shaka's answer so quickly. “Lo must be responsible and can not tell me to leave,” added the man firmly. This guy is also this guy.

“What responsibility? Why am I doing Lo?” Gayatri scrunched up her forehead not understanding.

Unexpectedly, Shaka suddenly put away Gayatri's hand and laid her body on the bench with Gayatri's thighs as his pillow. His eagle eyes stared at Gayatri from below. Look at the face of the girl who is Shock with Shaka's behavior.

“Pijitin my head, I'm dizzy because of the face of you muter-muter mulu here.” Shaka pointed at his own head and then closed his side. “Lo also makes me overheated like aman, until I can not sleep, but I no longer have a fever,” added the man seriously.

“Hah? You're not wrong to say?” Gayatri asked in an incomprehensible manner.

“Do not make it difficult for me Aya, help me aja.” Shaka grabbed Gayatri's right hand and placed it on her forehead. While his eyes were closed waiting for the girl to massage his head.

“Ck! Why do you ask me to be the mijitin? Mending the Alya. I think in the voluntary process,” only a small mutter came out of Gayatri's mouth, but Shaka heard it.

“Si Alya? What's connection?”

“Where do I know. Who should know you two.” Jemari Gayatri suddenly massaged Shaka's head, quite hard. Like there was a pang of frustration in his heart.

“Iyaa, good as that. That's enough, yeah, don't let go. I want to sleep.” The guy even enjoyed it.

Upset at Gayatri's heart, she gives a harder massage to Shaka's head but the man smiles without opening his eyes.

“As I said last night, I like to live alone, without involving anyone else and only you are the exception. Is it understood enough?” ask the man with great determination.

Gayatri did not chimed in, only her breathing was heard deep and made Shaka open his eyes for a moment to look at the clear netra of the girl he missed.

“Lo still looks attractive even though I see from below,” muttered the man with his warm gaze.

Gayatri's heart is like a million-volt electric shock that makes it beat very fast just because of Shaka's random behavior. Quickly the girl covered her face with a book so Shaka wouldn't look at her.

If Shaka had known, Gayatri's face was flushed like a ripe tomato. Over and over again the girl exhaled slowly, to neutralize her own feelings. This guy was really his toughest test.

"Plis deh Shaka, people's children should not be papered if not in pacarin,"

Gais, anyone want to come with me to Mars?

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