The Conqueror the Delinquent

23

It was getting late and it was time for the cafe to close. Kitchen workers have finished cleaning their work tools directly out of the kitchen and want to go home.

Arabella walked out of the cafe from the back door as usual. The inspiration that saw it immediately followed in its footsteps.

And when Arabella was about to go towards the stop, Ilham held the hand of the girl who was even strongly rejected.

How not to reject the handle of Inspiration if it suddenly touches, while the girl is not aware of the existence of Inspiration behind it. So the mere reflex of Arabella's hand releases Ilham's hand grip violently.

"I'm sorry" said Ilham who felt guilty had surprised the girl. What else Arabella stared intently at him.

Without caring for Inspiration, the girl walked again but got another splendor from Inspiration.

"Why?" ask Arabella with her lazy face.

However, he did not have the money to pay for the bread in his bag if Ilham won, that is what is currently on Arabella's mind.

"Let me take it" Inspiration bargained pulled the girl just like that.

Arabella's eyes glared in disbelief that she would be driven home by Ilham. Later he asked to pay the fare again thought Arabella. I don't know why the girl always thinks negatively about something. His feelings are always vigilant and not good with someone's good intentions, always feeling that there will be something behind the good intentions.

"No! I got on the bus" Arabella refused to pull her hand from the handle of Ilham.

"It is not good for women to go home alone, what else is almost midnight" said Ilham again held Arabella's hands that had been released.

Arabella's eyes stared intently at Ilham suspiciously.

"No! I want to go home alone" refused Arabella again want to pull his hand but could not because Ilham clasped his hand firmly though not to hurt.

"Let me take you, so the fare can be for tomorrow again" Ilham said.

"So!" the harder Arabella tried to pull her hand.

The late night made Inspiration have no other choice. He quickly lifted the body of Arabella on his shoulder and lowered the girl on his motorbike which was only two steps away from where they were standing earlier.

"What are you doing?" arabella was shocked as her body floated and suddenly sat on the motorbike.

Aware of him being on a high bike that made Arabella hold the shoulder of Ilham strong enough to grip for fear of falling.

"Tu put me down" pinta Arabella nervously.

"Calm down! I will not do anything with you" said Ilham who realized why the girl in front of him did not want to be taken home.

There was a fear that could not be explained from the expression of his face when Ilham forced to take him home.

"How do I know you're not gonna fuck around?" lirih Arabella lowered her gaze.

"Hey! lookatme! I'm serious, I won't mess with you believe me" said Ilham gently raised Arabella's face with his hands until their faces faced each other and their eyes looked at each other.

Arabella saw a very deep sincerity from the eyes of the young man in front of her. There was no doubt or other intent that could make his heart hesitate. On the contrary, the vision of Inspiration would suggest that he would always protect her.

Again, Arabella looked down unable to stare at the handsome face in front of her for too long. Other than that he had never looked at others face to face, this was the first time he had looked at the young man's face intimately and seriously.

Very beautiful but full of inner pain Inspiration when looking at the face and the two eyeballs of Arabella which is seen save a lot of pain and doubt.

"We're home!" Arabella nodded while still hesitating, but I don't know her reflex head just nodded when Ilham asked.

The two took a motorcycle together to leave the cafe. Heart of Inspiration felt very happy because it could finally deliver Arabella home as she wanted.

From now on Inspiration will always deliver Arabella back to work for fear there is nothing on the road. Although there is a desire to always be with the girl but Ilham does not want to force.

After Ilham's motorbike left the cafe's parking lot, there were two men who looked at it with their smiles.

Who else if not the two Ilham's older cousins who were very curious about how their indifferent cousin's sister approached the girl of his tribe.

"Stuck the gas yes Ilham" exclaimed Hesa amazed by the strong determination of his cousin's sister in approaching Arabella.

Quite cheat also Ilham movement of the young man indifferent and indifferent in terms of approaching girls.

"Who does not want to be the same Inspiration, handsome face like a big brother anymore" said Hesa confidently making Ardi look directly at him.

"One of your pedes! ilham's face was like there were bulls if the brother was not a bull" Ardi stopped his speech when Hesa saw him.

"So what's wrong?" ask Hesa curiously.

"I think there are bego beganya" said Ardi who immediately get tonyoran in his head from Hesa.

"Basar brash sister! there is no politely talking about his brother like that" said Hesa.

"Sister, too! the time of Inspiration in the same brother yes bedalah, Ilham is an international standard if the Indonesian national standard brother is not enough" he said again.

Hesa immediately pulled his sister's head and put it under her armpits. While the man's forehead was rubbed using Hesa's fist.

"Basar brash sister! ask in the sack, rasain nih" Hesa quickened the rubbing of her fist on her forehead to Ardi's head.

"Also brother! my goodness! no more fucking geez!" said Ardi who felt hot in the rubbed part of his brother.

"No mercy to you" Hesa still continues to do what she wants to do until finally stopped because of a call from her boyfriend.

Huh congratulations inner Ardi while rubbing his head and forehead that feels hot.

Elsewhere, Ilham and Arabella are still on the bike to the Arabella house. While in front of the alley of Arabella's house, there were some people who stopped them.

"Who are they?" arabella asked fearing increasing her embrace in the stomach of Ilham.

"Calm down! if you show a scared face they are even more happy" said Ilham slowly calm Arabella.

The four men stood around Ilham's motorbike and stared with fierce gazes.

"Hey down! this bike is ours" said the man in front of Ilham's bike.

Ilham just remained silent without answering but his eyes stared intently at the man in front of him with his flat face covered with a helmet.

"Let's get off fast!" sniff the man on the right.

"May also girls" said the one on the left approaching Arabella and watching the girl.

For fear Arabella increasingly hid her face on the shoulders of Ilham with a body that was already trembling.

Inspiration is a little confused how to fight those street thugs. Not a confused face but a way to release himself from the arms of Arabella who was very frightened.

There was no way he would let go of the frightened girl's embrace. But silence alone will only make them wretched if until the thugs do recklessly.

"God! quick down! this is our bike" said the thug in front of Ilham who has since recognized Ilham's bike as his own.

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I'm sorry if the story is not in accordance with your expectations. You see here the author wants to make a different story with most other delinquents.

The author wants to give a different view of a group of school children who are given the nickname of delinquent. And it's just a nickname not really a delinquent.

Because if you make a real story like a delinquent child difficult to pass the review.

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