Bad Boy Agents

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Like meeting an old friend when Gayatri opened the motorbike cover tarp and a shiny black iron horse appeared in front of her eyes. Gayatri's blood seemed to boil feeling the hot aura of the fighter from his favorite motorbike.

His hands clenched firmly, his eyes glaring sharply as he saw his head lamp burning brightly, as bright as the look of his deep eyes. His entire veins were like swishing, his heart racing, feeling the aura of the street he had left for two months.

Finally he returned to the streets, the quick way to get money is by racing. It used to be racing just to please the ego of a Gayatri living well. But now, he desperately needs a win in this race, because of the huge prize that awaits.

“You shouldn't talk in a group if you want to race.” Anton whispers to the gods back there. Gayatri could hear that annoyed expression.

But for a Gayatri, he was very grateful because he finally had a way not to depend entirely on others.

He must admit that some of Alya's words have a point, he must not make it difficult for Shaka more and more.

“Gue bring the bike, if not win, my debt, I pay with money from sales, but if I win, I will pay with prize money,” Gayatri told Anton.

Hearing the girl's utterance, Anton immediately approached. “Gue never collect your debt Yes. I also do not think that you will escape with this bike. I'm just worried about your safety."

"Which race now, boys all and how they play are dirty. Lo doang his girl. They can be rough like racing with men. Do you think about that risk?” Anton with all his worries.

Gayatri smiled a little, “Gue came for the race, not to hug yourself let alone give life in the streets.” Anton's words could not dampen the determination of a Gayatri.

“Okey, if that's your decision, we'll all come to support you. We all can not help much other than ngingetin lo if you have to be careful, continue lo losein all rivals lo.” Zaidan also spoke, the skinny teenager stood next to Gayatri and stared at his best friend's motor sport.

Gayatri did not chim in, she tried to ride back her iron horse. It still feels the same, the aura of the street is clearly felt from the moment he grasped the handle of his stake.

That night, before the fight Gayatri decided to go home. He saw his shop still open and Mira seemed busy serving his customers. Gayatri accidentally entered secretly into the house to retrieve some of her racing equipment. Leather jackets and deckers are most important to protect his body.

Only about five minutes into Gayatri's house, she immediately went to worry that Mira would see her.

“Do’ain Aya yes Nyak, sorry not to ask permission directly,” the inner girl while looking at the mother who looks sweaty on this late day. He determined that with the money he would get, he would help Mira pay her debt.

Although not paid off, but at least his efforts can slightly ease the burden of his parents' debt.

“Si Aya to where? Why haven't you returned yet? Is it still at home?” ask Barkah who has yawned several times because of sleepiness.

This afternoon, her daughter did not come home with Shaka and until this night she had not seen the trunk of her nose.

“Aya may go home. Babeh nginep aja, thai bang Galih. Shaka come out first, no business.” The young man picked up his motorcycle key and helmet after receiving a message from David. There's something he needs to check.

“Iyaaa, don't be long. Do not go home malem-malem, tar lo in the wind.” That's what Barkah ordered while switching to Galih's room.

“Morning Beh, to be safe,” Shaka said casually.

“Gue gundulin lo when you get home in the morning!” exclaimed the man while glaring with index finger pointing threat.

Shaka was made to laugh at the man's speech. It turned out to be nice to have the Gayatri family in this house, like having a family.

“Thank you what? That feeling I was nagging, not muji.” Barkah looked at Shaka cluelessly.

The man smiled, then approached Barkah. He stood before the middle-aged man and looked at Barkah's wrinkled face with gratitude.

“Long time no one worried about Shaka. No one says Shaka when he comes home late. No one calls Shaka to eat. No one wants to eat the same? Nothing like what's going on at school today?"

"But now, Babeh is giving that attention to Shaka. Thank you very much,” said the man with full seriousness.

Barkah just exhaled his rough breath with a cry to be restrained, he really understood the lonely feeling felt by the young man who looked at him with some kind of feeling.

“Such attention is a natural thing, do not use thank all kasij. Dah, go gih! Don't go home malem-malem.” It was only Barkah's words while patting Shaka's left cheek with his wide hands. Her tender heart felt the novelty of Shaka's words.

“Okey Beh's. Salim used to be Beh, let's be safe,” Shaka grabbed Barkah's hand and crucified her. Barkah looked at the head of Shaka who lowered his head to kiss his wrinkled hands. How could this young man who grew up alone be so courteous? ”Hand Babeh still stinks fishy,” led Shaka suddenly.

“Ehhh fucking lo! Sono stop! Insolent, even sneered!” barkah shouted while shaking his hand.

“Hahahaha Shaka laughed at Barkah's anger and the man chuckled.

“Sialan emang lo, already there leaving. He said there was business. I want to hit the eyelashes first.” the man passed away while waving his hand.

“Iya Beh, the spirit of his life until tablecloth.” Shaka clenched his hands into the air to encourage the Barkah.

The man had raised his feet to take off the sandals he was about to throw at Shaka. Shaka immediately ran away laughing.

“Fuck is a boy. Make me a love,” muttered Barkah while walking towards Galih's room.

The white door leaf was pushed by Barkah until it opened. He found a sleeping Galih. As he approached, the young man's forehead looked wrinkled and sweaty. How worrying.

On the edge of the bed as Barkah sat down, he looked at the face of Galih who looked tired and frightened. On the rubbing of those sweat spots gently.

His heart grimaced at this pale, bloodless face. I don't know when this proud son of his will recover and return to being the powerful Galih he once was.

“As for how you are now, Babeh's affection has never changed for you. Lo remains Babeh's proud son, Babeh's love. Cepet healthy ya tong, Babeh kangen dread laughter lo,” Inner Barkah with tears that break.

The man's body shook from crying. While his lips he valves, so as not to let out a sound that can disturb the deep sleep of his favorite son.

“God, if I may ask, don't take my life first. I still have to take care of my son on this one. If I leave, who will take care of this child? I beg God,” tucked do’a sincere from the bottom of Barkah's heart the deepest.

Yes, one thing he always feared if he died later was, who would take care of his son in the future? How will his life be?

Do’a Barkah it was in the sky on a dark night again silent. Only the sound of a fine snoring sounded earthy with the sound of the clock's detachment.