Bad Boy Agents

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“Nackal!” decik Shaka as he flicked at Gayatri's forehead with anxiety. The sharp eyes of the man looked at Gayatri anxiously along with gratitude upon seeing this girl turned out to be fine.

If you remember the race that was Gayatri followed, it felt like he wanted to disband the race, especially when there were people who tried to cheat and play dirty to outperform Gayatri.

“Ish, pain tau!” The girl snorted in annoyance as she rubbed her poignant forehead at Shaka's sentil. His lips curled up in Shaka's attitude, instead of congratulating him on winning, this man even touched him.

Shaka just chuckled, once then he pulled Gayatri's arm to take her into his arms. He clenched tightly onto the girl's body which made him anxious to death. Gayatri was stunned by Shaka's sudden behavior.

“Gue is grateful you are fine,” said Shaka slowly. His burly hand rubbed Gayatri's back to convince her that she was in his arms in no less than one condition.

“Gue is fine,” timpal Gayatri while pushing Shaka's body a little away. Shaka's embrace made it difficult for him to breathe and his chest felt tight with a heart that was like it was about to break.

“Yes, so I said very grateful.” The fixed gaze of the pair of eagle eyes was still warmly fixed on the girl.

Her reddish lips smiled knotfully, with her hands raised to tuck in the strands of hair that covered the girl's face. He wanted to clearly see the pair of bright eyes belonging to the restless-looking Gayatri got a deep look like this moment.

On the rooftop of a building they are currently in. Somehow Shaka was able to find this hidden place. The building is still operational, but quiet at night. Through a special road they can get to this place, he said suitable to calm down who was originally tense after the race.

Gayatri admitted that the night breeze was refreshing. That night's air blew off the sheets of Gayatri and Shaka's hair slowly. From this place also they can see the city of Jakarta at night, what a beautiful sky light and spoil the eyes.

“Lo why not say if you want to race? And why are you still racing?” The two questions were asked by Shaka with full investigation.

Gayatri did not answer, he went to the rooftop fence and leaned there. “If I told you, you would definitely be restless. Anyway I need to join this race,” said the girl casually.

A small smile rose on Shaka's lips, he approached the girl and stood beside her.

“Gue recessed for anxiety. Is it wrong to worry about someone I love?” asked the man lightly, looking at Gayatri's face which looked very beautiful as she refracted the faint light of the night light. The sharp angle of Gayatri's nose when viewed from the side, turned out to be a more beautiful sight than the sea of light below.

“Please deh, you don't need to close the same conversation with me. Not going to say too,” Gayatri stared back at Shaka, the girl held on as hard as possible so that her heart did not waver. Maybe this guy was just teasing her. Shouldn't he just laugh?

“Lo why do I always assume that my speech is a fight? It's hard to know, yes, to say it like you. Need mental and strong determination so as not to hurt if you are indifferent.” Shaka said solemnly.

“If it is difficult, yes do not sell it. I'm not asking,” the girl turned her face away. Staring at the beautiful lights in the distance. “Again, people always leave after saying dear to me,” continued the sentence the girl sounded weak, like full of regret.

“What if I never go?” ask Shaka later. Like trying to convince Gayatri.

“You sure you won't leave? Doesn't a secret agent have to leave even if he doesn't want to? Mostly every place he went just to stop by to solve the problem?” Gayatri turned back to Shaka, this time looking fixed Gayatri.

“Lo tau?” Shaka was quite surprised by Gayatri's words.

Gayatri did not immediately answer, she took something out of her pants pocket, a necklace and an id card. “Lain times, keep well kayak gini,” said the girl, while thrusting the object at Shaka.

Shaka until glared when it turns out that two official identities as agents were discovered by Gayatri.

“Gue found it in a jacket that was as good as you blanketed on my body. Next time be more careful, it is not funny if it is made a toy with a child or considered imitation,” added the girl while turning her face away from Shaka.

Shaka smiled slightly, apparently he forgot. Last night, when he saw Gayatri fall asleep on the sofa, he did put on his jacket to cover Gayatri's body. He did not remember that he kept these two identities in his jacket pocket.

“Okey, I've heard,” There's no other way for Shaka than to admit it.

“Lo an agent, why not ask your team for help to find out who is the killer adek lo? I see your rank is also high, Major Arshaka Gibran?” Gayatri's call to him was like a mockery that made Shaka smile a little.

“If I can, I will not get to this difficulty,” only that's Shaka's answer which is then understood by Gayatri. After school he found out what the secret agent was like and it was true that Shaka could not abuse his identity carelessly, there were standard rules that he had to follow in order to remain professional.

“Rasya always said, if only he was strong like his favorite hero, he would enter military school. He didn't have to be a weakling and a minority in school so he had to hide under my armpits so he wouldn't be bullied. I think, the hero of Rasya's pride was captain america, it turns out a Shakaman,” again Gayatri turned to the man beside her and she smiled a little.

“Now I understand, why Rasya never told me about lo. Because your identity is hidden. When he was pressed he could not ask for help you because your task is much greater than what helped him to meet a bully. Aye right?”

Gayatri looked at Shaka's grim face. The relief sparkle when he found Gayatri was fine, lost again. That's how sorry it is.

One hand of Gayatri suddenly stretched out to pat Shaka on the back, a pat that was so soft that it made the man smile crazily.

“Sometimes we feel guilty about things we can't control, one of which is death. But we ignore what we can actually control, even if it is simple but gives us gratitude and happiness. Just because we don't have what we want, we feel our lives are unfair, but when we have it we forget to be grateful.” The long sentence was thrown out of Gayatri's mouth and was nodded slowly by Shaka.

“If so, thank you dong my existence even though it can only make you mesem doang.” Shaka befell him with jayus.

“Lo said what is anjir,” Gayatri so blushed in the heart of hearing Shaka's speech.

“Tuh right, I made you mesem,” Shaka index finger pointed at the face of the girl who blushed embarrassed.

“Ikh, no yes, no need to be smart lo!” Gayatri immediately brushed off Shaka's index finger which felt intimidating to her.

“Ngaku ajaa, ngakuu, don't be shy...” Shaka deliberately teases Gayatri by poking her cheeks and chin.

“iisshh, Shakaaa, what the hell? Iiiihhh Gayatri replied with a punch on the man's arm.

“Akh Aya, pardon Ayaa, sick,” complained the man while crossing his hands trying to take shelter from Gayatri attack. Gayatri continued to beat the man with her small, clenched fist, forcing Shaka to grab Gayatri's hand.

Gayatri's hand was grabbed and she held it tightly so as not to beat him again. Gayatri mutters, trying to get her hands off Shaka's. But Shaka's grip even tighter, smiling intently he did not let go of his fixed eyes.

“Gue will not be released,” said the man seriously.

“Oh yes?” it was easy for Gayatri to twist Shaka's hand, she turned her back to Shaka and was about to slam the man's body. Unfortunately, Shaka's defense is strong enough to change Gayatri who is now in Shaka's arms. Yes, the man hugged Gayatri from behind.

“I said, I will not let go,” whispered the man in Gayatri's ear, his warm breath blowing Gayatri earlobes to make the girl's hair bristles.

Shaka's embrace tightened, even with just one hand, making Gayatri's body locked and unable to rebel. While one other hand Shaka reached into something from inside his pocket. That's the necklace that Gayatri gave back.

He circled the necklace around Gayatri's neck with a soldier dog tag showing Shaka's identity right in the middle of Gayatri's chest.

“Gue cannot promise how long I can be with you. But, if I don't come back, please remember me Aya. Remember well the redflag guy who first fell in love with a girl named Gayatri Sekar Ayu. Her name is Arshaka Gibran, age 27 year old id 648220482XXAG. Name that identity if one day you find me. Can you remember, right?” whispered Shaka with her arms getting tighter.

Gayatri was silent, but the contents of her head remembered correctly Shaka's id. Not only in his head, but in his heart. “648220482XXAG,” Inner Gayatri. For some reason, when he remembered the id, he felt that the breakup with Shaka was real. Is the partnership real too?

“Lo can remember that id right Aya?” ask Shaka again. He flipped Gayatri's body facing him. His pair of sharp eyes looked at Gayatri deeply.

The girl shook her head. “Gue don't want to suck, I won't want that id. I'm not the one who should be looking for you, but you should never go.” Gayatri's voice sounded raucous. Although trying to toughen up, but spent a long time and close to Shaka, making Gayatri could not imagine the separation.

Shaka gave a small smile, his thumb rubbing gently on Gayatri's reddish-looking cheeks. The girl closed her eyes, feeling a subtle sigh as Shaka's finger swipe touched her heart. Without Gayatri guessing, there was a gentle kiss on her lips, a gentle kiss from Shaka who was expressing her deepest feelings to the girl.

Gayatri's eyes opened for a moment, startled. He wanted to make sure that what he saw was really Shaka. This guy isn't leaving anytime soon, is he?

Feeling no response from Gayatri, Shaka ends his kiss with a bite of anxiety on Gayatri's lips. He looked at the eyes of Gayatri who was swaying in shock. In the embrace of the girl's body tightly, it was very tight as if she was very afraid if fate separated them.

“Lo really, I should never have left. And if only if possible, Aya..” whispered Shaka with a heavy heart.

Gayatri did not hold him back, she simply returned Shaka's embrace tightly, closing her eyes. Because of the yellowish light that makes the girl's face, it makes it quite clear that there are clear circles dripping on the cheek. Gayatri buried her face in Shaka's chest, so that the clear grain dried up and did not see Shaka.

Look, better.

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