Bad Boy Agents

Morning greetings

“Gayatri,” one word that was just read Gayatri in a message that just entered in the morning. I don't know who contacted him in the morning, about three. Best time to sleep.

As usual, Gayatri ignored the message from the prankster. For him it does not matter who the person is, after all, this phone is rarely touched after friends exchange messages no longer hold the phone. Gayatri continued her breakfast, enjoying the rest of the unsold soto. Not yet stale, because the mother warmed him properly.

The phone shook again and forced Gayatri to glance at it. The sender is still anonymous, he does not recognize. He peeked a little without opening the message. “Lo have read my message, why not bales?” the message was from the same person, the one who called his name at 3am.

Gayatri was curious, she opened the message to see the profile photo of the message sending. The picture is of a helmeted man, sitting on his black motorcycle. Gayatri tried to remember who owned this bike.

“Habisin first breakfast, not even dumbfounded play hape!” said the mother who noticed the behavior of her daughter while preparing sales materials.

Gayatri did not chim in, she put back her phone. He still had to finish his rice before his mother got angry. But just about to bribe, his phone again vibrated, making Gayatri again peek at him.

“Gue see lo online, why not bales?” Hah, still the same number. So annoying. Who exactly is this guy. It felt like Gayatri wanted to nag the person who was interfering with her breakfast.

While biting his spoon, Gayatri replied to the prankster's message. No, he stopped replying. He deleted the message he had typed long enough. He checked first who the owner of this number, is it in the same group?

Exactly, this person belongs to the same group as Gayatri, namely XII IPS 1. Then the man's name, Shaka Praditya. Huh, this guy again. Popular students are so noisy and annoying that.

“Burnished breakfast first!” exclaiming Mira to make Gayatri stunned. Almost his phone fell in shock.

Barkah smiled at the surprise of his daughter. He offered a glass of milk he made to Gayatri while whispering, “You need energy to face the fire country that began to attack,” said the man as he glanced at Gayatri's phone and smiled slightly. I don't know what that means, Gayatri doesn't understand.

Quickly Gayatri put down her phone and finished her breakfast. Until now he did not reply to the message. Several times his phone shook and he simply ignored it. After his breakfast was over, he sipped his milk until it ran out.

“You're on anter?” tawar Barkah's. This man in a singlet and gloved shirt was acting so sweet this morning. As usual Gayatri does not chim. The girl immediately picked up her backpack, jacket, helmet and motorcycle keys. Salim to his father and mother then turned on the motorbike which he then drove to the streets. Only his back was still visible then disappeared after turning in that small alley.

“You don't be fierce with girls. Different girls same boys.” Barkah tried to remind the wife whose temperament was getting louder and rougher.

“Boy of the same daughter. Both must be trained to be strong physical and mental children. My bluff is not how hard the world appeals. I don't want my son to be such an easy kid! I don't want to lose my son a second time. One day, he'll thank you for snapping.” Mira answered with ketus.

"Yes, but the Aya is already big, he knows it hurts to be snapped. You make our children further away if your attitude is so rude. The woman should be meek, not coarse."

Again, the rickshaw reminded the wife. He looked closely, Mira who was folding the blanket that Barkah used while sleeping on the sofa. The man really likes to sleep on the sofa, because he thinks it is more comfortable. There was something he was waiting for his return.

Mira just glanced at the husband, then glanced annoyed. He no longer chimed in Barkah's speech and chose to go to his soto shop which he soon had to open. He was lazy to argue something that he already believed in the truth.

On the creeping road, Gayatri still competes with other vehicles. Though he had left quite early in the morning, but still the streets of Jakarta was never relaxed in the morning. Preceding each other is common, even many are ticking each other without permission, which is important to arrive at the destination on time.

The same thing was done by Gayatri. With his matic scooter he sailed the streets. About half an hour later he arrived at the school gate. Other students were already flocking in, some were even running. It was definitely because he had not done the task of his teacher.

Gayatri just rolled her eyes, then put her bike next to Shaka's. He also put his helmet on one of the rearview mirror rods. When it was finished, it just passed.

“Eehh, where are you going?” Shaka suddenly pulls Gayatri's bag, until Gayatri's thin body is pulled back. The girl thrashed around trying to let go of herself, but Shaka instead held up the Gayatri bag high like a marionette doll whose legs and hands were tied together and in a gesture at will by Shaka.

The young man chuckled amusedly at Gayatri's attempt to free herself. If only this wasn't in the school environment, it was certain that Gayatri would beat this man up.

Eventually, Gayatri chose not to rebel. He lets Shaka behave as he pleases. Sure enough, when Gayatri did not rebel, the man no longer held the Gayatri backpack. Take off the bag so easily that the bag almost makes Gayatri lunge. He held the rope of his left and right sides and gripped it firmly as a form of venting his frustration.

“Why not bales my message?” the man asked, leaning his body on Gayatri.

“Gayatri did not chim in, she just rolled her eyes irritated then walked ahead of Shaka.

“Hey, you haven't answered. You're not mute, are you? Can you talk to me? Aja little.” The man continued to force.

Gayatri turned around, facing Shaka. The man smiled as he believed Gayatri would speak. But in fact, this girl instead showed her 5 fingers to Shaka which means silence or talk with my hands. After that he just left Shaka who gawked in disbelief with the attitude of this girl.

“Gosh! Does he really not want to talk?” grouse Shaka. He really does not understand the figure of Gayatri. He had seen other people talking to the girl, which meant that she was not mute and understood her language. Why is it always silent?

Shaka looked at Gayatri who had already walked far in front of him. He had to speed up his pace and run a little. He deliberately walked a few steps in front of Gayatri and turned to face the girl. Look at the griny smile of this man walking backwards. She had her hair covered in a helmet.

“That was your number, that's my number. The most handsome guy in this school. Simpen yes,” Shaka whispered a little at the end of his sentence, then blinked his eyes flirtatious.

Gayatri does not chim in, she prefers to look the other way. “Many girls chat me, but only lo I chat first. Can I not bales I once so, show if you can interact with others?” shaka again. He made a slight turn when he almost hit a girl. Gayatri immediately turned to the man, thinking how could this man know that there was someone behind him? Does he have eyes on his nape? Or have a rearview mirror?

“My sensitivity is high, you don't need herman.” Looks like Shaka understands what Gayatri's forehead pain means. Then he turned and walked side by side with Gayatri. “Gue just want to be friends with you, can?” this time he extended his hand to Gayatri. He tried to establish closeness with the girl who had once been a close friend of his sister. Perhaps by approaching Gayatri, he will find a lot of important information about the death of his younger brother.

Destiny is sometimes funny, since the first time he entered this school, Gayatri silence has attracted his attention. And now the destiny line also makes him have to be closer to this Ansos (anti-social) girl.

Unfortunately, Gayatri just ignored Shaka's hand that was stretched out on her. He turned to the classroom and sat in his place.

“Gosh, she's a stubborn girl,” Shaka murmured while scratching her head which is actually not itchy. Just misbehaving, confused looking for a way let alone to approach this girl. “Gue no idea,” suddenly Shaka footsteps stopped. He turned around and went into the classroom and went to the parking lot. There is a big plan he is preparing.

“Liat aja, after this I make sure you will talk to me,” Inner Shaka while smiling obliquely.

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