Bad Boy Agents

Started the day

“Lo how are you?” gayatri asked as she hugged her sister. It had been a long time since he had embraced Galih this tightly.

“Good,” Galih voice sounds slow. The man also rubbed Gayatri's back gently. “Lo race?” ask the man again. Last night in his ear kept ringing Mira's words if the younger brother participated in the race.

Gayatri let go for a moment of her embrace. “Gue is here, make lo,” the girl said with a smile. Galih did not chim in, he was still downcast and occasionally glanced at Gayatri. “According to you, I can race no?” Gayatri asked back.

According to psychiatrists, one of the therapeutic efforts of people with depression while at home is to invite him to communicate and show more attention to his feelings and thoughts.

“No, no may,” although the answer is short but quite clear.

“Okey, I'm gonna massage you. I will not race again,” said Gayatri with passion. The girl looked at the older brother fixedly and Galih looked to look back despite the hesitation.

“Ya already, chat while sitting, babeh same Shaka want to go ahead first.” Barkah wants to make room for Gayatri and Galih. Hoping his daughter could make Galih's mental and psychiatric condition improve.

“Babeh equals Shaka to where?” ask the girl later.

“Yaa, walk around. Muscle lemesin, is old Babeh, cramping less the same tingling.” The man reasoned. His hand joints He bent until it sounded.

“Abang want to travel is also not the same Aya?” ask the girl later. “Aya seneng if you can walk the same brother,” Gayatri began to act spoiled on the brother. He intentionally did so that Galih felt important to him.

Galih gave a small nod, asserting Gayatri's invitation. “Okeeyy, Aya change clothes first. Brother also changed clothes. We have five minutes, okay?” exclaim Gayatri with spirit.

Galih nodded back, she turned towards her room as well as Gayatri.

“Babeh help tong!” exclaim Barkah while following his son. They walked excitedly towards Galih's room.

As Shaka stood alone, he stood beside himself and looked at the two doors of Gayatri and Galih's room. It seems that interpersonal therapy between family members is going well. Seeing Gayatri's spoiled behavior on the older brother, Shaka wants to put the girl in a jar. Surely funny.

The spruce family is currently walking around the Shaka housing complex. Fir families are not always happy, but when they fall they try to be there for each other. Strengthen and look after each other even though each other is not intact. It makes Shaka smile happy to see the interaction of the Barkah family.

Gayatri faithfully clasped the brother's hand. Men who still seem unfamiliar with the outside world, sometimes seem to avoid when there are vehicles or people who cross paths with them.

“Quiet, there's me, Babeh and Shaka. They won't bother you lo.” That's what Gaytari always reminds her of her brother.

Galih did not chim in, however, the man still looked calmer.

At a porridge vendor's stall, their steps were currently at a standstill. Walking about a few hundred meters, it turned out to be quite sweaty.

“Temenin Aya eat porridge yes Bang,” invite Gayatri with enthusiasm. Galih follows Gayatri and the two people behind her seem to smile happily at Gayatri's efforts to involve Galih in everything.

“Mixed?” ask the man.

“Mixed, be complete,” only that Shaka said.

“Okey, on wait.” The porridge seller immediately made four bowls of porridge for his customers. Barkah noticed his two children who had not been able to hold hands.

“Entar lo put it this way old. Love each other and take care of each other. Adek lo need very same lo tong, so healthy and strong again. Not in the same care you he became violent,” said Barkah to his son.

“Hehehehe. But if it's the same brother, Aya must be receding.” Gayatri re-embraced the older brother, making the man a little surprised but there was a sense of warmth in every attention and spoiled attitude of Gayatri. Shaka smiled at Gayatri. Semanis is the girl he knew when he was with his sister. When he was cold and stiff.

Four bowls of porridge were already in sight. They immediately concocted the porridge by adding other spices. Soy sauce or pepper, according to taste. Gayatri began to savor her food voraciously, several times she nodded happily as Galih turned her head.

This porridge meal event became a useful therapy session for Galih.

“This Shaka, also good same Aya Bang. Brother can be friends with him,” said Gayatri suddenly, when he felt that Galih often glanced at his best friend. Like beware of a man who offers drinking water to his sister.

The man nodded his head, glancing silently at the man in front of his sister. In his mind, it seemed like this man was also the one guarding Gayatri.

“Mau use telor quail Bang?” bargain Shaka to melt the atmosphere. He must join forces to get closer to Galih.

The man shook his head. He prefers to eat without much sound of food, because it makes him calmer and not confused.

In a different place, Mira was still sitting on top of her chair. He looked at the four letters he had read over and over again. It felt until he memorized every line of sentence following the point and comma of the contents of the letter.

“Gue has made my son try hard because of this difficulty. Was I too rude last night with him? Did Aya's hand hurt because I hit her?” The woman asked herself. There was a sense of anxiety in his heart, as he began to become aware of his rudeness towards Gayatri. Out of annoyance and anger, this woman could not control her own emotions.

“Hah, what kind of mother am I,” muttered the woman while looking down and massaging her temple slowly. A pair of koyos attached to the left and right temples did not make the dizziness subside. He still had to think about what he would do the next morning when he faced the headmaster. Is it possible that Gayatri will be expelled?

“She's been trying a lot for this family, where maybe I let my son out. No, I will not let this family more destroyed,” determination suddenly appeared in the mind of Mira.

His scarf was always shrinking whenever he imagined when he faced the headmaster Gayatri. Moreover, the man had intimidated his family so as not to fight the law also involved the school for the murder case committed by his son. But this time it seemed like a Mira would not give up a second time.

“Yes, I have to defend my son in front of that fierce principal. The cave won't let him fuck my second son. Enough he maki-maki in Galih, but I'm not sure he's acting rough with my daughter.” So unanimous was Mira's determination to defend her daughter.

A mother may be upset and angry at her child, but she will not allow others to scold her, let alone act rudely towards her child. Isn't that how every mother treats her child?

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