Bad Boy Agents

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Gayatri and Shaka's closeness became stronger as time went on. At school, they spend more time together. A Gayatri had begun to talk a lot with Shaka even if only when they were alone.

Galih had been in therapy with a psychiatrist for a week. His condition slowly began to improve. Galih can start to be invited to communicate even though it is limited to simple things. The man began to know the people around him. It seemed, a Galih was in the hands of the right psychiatrist so his condition progressed rapidly.

A lot of things changed in the course of this one week including Gayatri race habits. In this one week, there have been four race matches that Gayatri has participated in with Shaka.

Almost every night, the two teenagers sneak out of the house secretly, of course, after Barkah sleeps. The race that Gayatri followed was completely unbeknownst to both of Gayatri's parents. Only Gayatri's friends know that the girl is increasingly known as a street conqueror.

Hundreds of millions of prize money he managed to collect and slowly his family debt began to be paid Gayatri. There is a pride when he can help both parents pay off their debts.

Like tonight, in his room right now Gayatri is. He still counted the debts of his parents. Mobile phones as calculators and notebooks became his best friend. If calculated, about nineteen million more debts that he must pay off.

In his check account he currently, still left about thirty million rupiah serratus again.

“Haaahhh... thank goodness there are still many left. Tomorrow I can pay off all debts Enyak same babeh. Money for brother therapy is also still enough for six more meetings. Semangaatt Ayaa!!” Gayatri exclaimed to encourage herself.

Unbeknownst to him, there was someone in the doorway watching. The smiling tall male figure looked at the behavior of the girl who raised her hands high into the air. He pushed the door open a little and slipped in without knowing the owner.

When Shaka was about to touch Gayatri's shoulder, suddenly the girl stood up and pulled the man's hand and slammed him into the bed.

“Akh!” shaka's grunts are shocked by Gayatri's sudden attack. The man did not expect to get any resistance from the girl.

“Gosh!” Gayatri is shocked when it turns out that the one she hit was Shaka. “Lo okay?” Gayatri immediately approached who grimaced in pain, sat down on the edge of her bed and examined Shaka's arm to make sure it was okay.

“Sick Yes...” Shaka whined while holding onto his twisted wrist Gayatri.

“Yes sorry, I thought you were a stalker. Anyway, why do you bother me? I reflexively thought there was an intruder coming into my room,” grumbled Gayatri while blowing on Shaka's hand that must have hurt.

“Gue will give you a surprise.” Shaka is still grimacing sick.

“Do not use surprises with me, my life has too many surprises.” The girl chimed in with annoyance. “Try here I saw his hand,” Gayatri pulled Shaka's hand for him to check properly.

“Aw... aw... aw... can slowly neng?” shaka Whine.

“Can't!” exclaiming Gayatri while glaring.

“Oh okay,” Shaka directly resigned. He laid his body on the bed, while Gayatri massaged his wrists, fearing a sprain. Every now and then the girl blew on him making Shaka watch the girl silently.

There was a smile etched upon seeing the anxiety drawn on Gayatri's face. This girl began to show her caring attitude.

“On press gini, pain not?” ask the girl while looking at Shaka,

“Akh, auhh.. yaaa, it hurts so much.” Shaka pretended to complain. Though actually the pain is not much, it has healed also thanks to a gentle massage and blow-blown Gayatri.

“Gue compress only. Next time don't worry, I'm like that. Fortunately I did not slam into the floor.” Gayatri glared annoyed at the prankster.

“Iyaa, yaa... sorry.. don't be taken by dong, I'm sick again. Should be in love,” Shaka directly moved his head to the top of Gayatri's thigh. “Kayak gini it feels more comfortable, do not need to be compressed,” said the man with a smile expanded.

“Hubility lo!” decik Gayatri while pinching Shaka's life is bangir. The habit of making both thighs Gayatri as a cushion.

Shaka just chuckled, he took Gayatri's hand for her to place on his chest. He put his finger between Gayatri's fingers so that the girl would not move.

“Aya,” call the man gently.

“Hem,” is just that Gayatri said, stared back at Shaka for a moment then turned to look the other way, to reduce the pounding of his roaring heart.

“Udahan ya race. It's done, right, lo?” business shaka asked gently.

“Gue can help. You don't have to race anymore. I have money. How?” persuade shaka with a fixed look.

Gayatri feels right Shaka's attention towards her is so great.

“Gue can still do it yourself Shaka. Don't keep helping me. If you keep helping me, keep going one day, I'll lose you. I'm gonna limp and lose my back. Can you be responsible if I'm not as strong now?” just this time Gayatri confesses her feelings for Shaka.

The man also shook his head. “No bad thing happened to you, later I can't forgive myself.” Shaka sulked, he clasped Gayatri's hand tightly.

“Yes that's my effort so I don't depend on lo.” Gayatri confirmed her determination. The girl placed Shaka's hand on the bed, then moved the man's head onto the pillow and moved out of place.

“Kok left anyway? Went where? not finished talking,” Shaka immediately got up, looking at Gayatri who was sitting in her study chair.

“Lo don't see me studying anymore?” ask the girl.

Shaka did not chim in, he flipped his body face down and propped up his chin with his right hand. From his place he looked at Gayatri who looked seriously open her textbook.

“We look for other ways yes, make it all, not with the race. I'm sure your brother and your family will also not be happy if you help them in this way,” said Shaka.

Gayatri only fell silent, she bowed lethargic as she closed her eyes. Shaka's words were true, but he had no other way.

"What kind of ways can be mengumpulin money hundreds of millions in just a semester? Swash it?" gayatri asked which made Shaka chuckle.

"Why do you think about it anyway?" with one long hand the man rubbed Gayatri's head. There's just this girl's head.

"Yes, your advice is not accompanied by a solution. If,"

“AYA! AYA!” call a voice out there. Gayatri's sentence immediately stopped. The two young men were both stunned when they realized that the voice belonged to Gayatri's mother.

Quickly Shaka and Gayatri went out to meet the woman.

“Why Nyak? Why yell? Brother already asleep...” welcome Gayatri who walked quickly to his mother.

The woman was still wearing an apron with her hair tied in a mess. In his hand he carried an open envelope and held it tightly. His eyes were glazed and red, staring intently at Gayatri pepper.

“Babeh already said, but Enyak lo base, the throat has its own mosque toa.” Barkah who followed also felt like touching the ears of snag wife who did not obey.

“Sit lo! as long as I speak well.” With a sign of his eyes Mira told Gayatri to sit down.

“By the way Mira, cocot lo tuh ngeselin! This inget is people's home, you keep the attitude!” Barkah said with annoyance to his wife. He also looked embarrassedly at Shaka.

“No problem Beh, please proceed first yes. Shaka excuse me,” Shaka has a saying, he wants to give flexibility to this cypress family.

“Do not go lo, I also want to ngomelin lo!” mira exclaims to Shaka.

Shaka's steps immediately stopped. He turned around and showed his smile to Mira.

“Not to be whiny and handsome! Sit!” exclaim that woman.

“Ish Mir! He who has a house, napa lo more fierce anyway?” Barkah patted Mira's hands firmly pointing at the sofa.

“Diem! I am botakin lo!” mira exclaimed with her eyes glaring.

What is it with this woman that is so upset?

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