The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 1

"We go home first, Leen." Excited some people while waving at Ayleen who was still busy with his phone.

"Yes, be careful on the road" said Ayleen, taking a moment off his phone and looking at his friends. Waving a hand at Hana and Raka who were currently on the doorstep of Mezra coffee and dessert.

Ayleen, a 20-year-old girl, is a barista at the Mezra cafe as authoritative as the owner's daughter. He's been a barista there for a year. He inherited his talent from his father, Septian, who was also a barista.

Ayleen looked at the clock on his phone. It's been 12 more than 30 minutes, but the brother hasn't come to pick him up yet. 30 minutes ago, his brother told me if his car tire was leaking, so you have to change the spare tire and maybe it will be too late to get there.

Hana and Raka, the last 2 people to come home. And now, stay alone in that closed cafe.

Brakkk

The sound of the door being opened violently, made Ayleen step up and immediately looked towards the source of the sound. Ayleen immediately stood up with a trembling body to see a man in jeans and a black leather jacket walk into the cafe. His face was invisible because it was covered in a mask.

"Who are you. The cafe is closed" Ayleen said in a disjointed voice with fear.

Ayleen's words were not responded to by the man. He walked over to Ayleen. From the man's feet, blood dripped onto the cafe floor. Ayleen held onto his beating heart. That guy is very suspicious, he can't just shut up.

"Go, get out of here" Ayleen pushed back, away from the frightening figure that was getting closer to him.

But the man continued forward, ignoring Ayleen's words.

"To_ "Not yet Ayleen shouted for help, the man first smothered his mouth and held his arm. "Emmmptt, emmppt." It was the only thing that could come out of Ayleen's mouth.

"Please don't yell" the man said. "I'll let you go, just as long as you promise not to scream." Ayleen nodded, right now, the most important thing is to take care of first, other matters, he will think about later.

Ayleen breathed a sigh of relief as the man let go of his provisions.

"Who-you? Wh-are you a robber?" ayleen asked with a trembling body and breath that was still stung due to the freezing earlier.

The man took off his mask. How shocked Ayleen was, when he saw the man's face. He is Ibrahim or commonly called Ibra, his elder brother in college. The man was quite famous in the campus, no wonder Ayleen recognized him. But apparently, he doesn't know Ayleen.

Ibra's face looked pale and sweaty, making Ayleen immediately look at her legs which until now, still bleed. But the man seemed indifferent to his injuries, he was busy staring at the door. Like being scared if someone suddenly appeared from there.

"Please don't tell anyone that I'm here" Ibra said with eyes watching the door.

"B-but why?"

Ibra's face looked pale. His hand gripped tightly to the edge of the table so that his body was not unsteady.

"Yes, your leg is hurt. Do I need to call an ambulance?" Ayleen was about to grab the phone in the bag but Ibra held her hand.

"I'm fine. I just need a break here tonight." The man smiled even though his condition was not okay.

"But the blood keeps flowing." Ayleen again noticed the wound on Ibra's leg. He who only looked at it, was already grimacing, let alone the man. He must be in a lot of pain.

Ayleen's mind started to go around. Even to the lowest point, the man in front of him bled out and died. Not wanting Ibra to die in her cafe, Ayleen went to pick up a P3K box. "Attent." He ran towards the pantry, where the P3K was kept.

Not long after, Ayleen returned with a box of medicine and a long piece of cloth. He didn't find any bandages in the medicine box, so he cut the tablecloth lengthwise to cut Ibra's wound.

"It doesn't need to be treated, just cover the wound with the cloth" Ibra said as Ayleen opened the medicine box in front of him. Currently, the two were sitting on the floor because Ibra could no longer stand up.

"Hold on a second," Ayleen grimaced.

"Thank you" said Ibra, leaning her back and head against the wall.

"W-Do you need anything?" ayleen asked after finishing rubbing Ibra's legs. His hand still looked trembling because before, it had never treated a wound that was spitting out this much blood.

Ibra opened her eyes and smiled at Ayleen. "Are you not afraid of me anymore?"

"You're Brother Ibrahim, right?" Ibra's forehead instantly shriveled.

"You know me?"

Ayleen nodded slowly. "We went to the same college, even 1 school."

Ibra gawked while looking at Ayleen's face. There's a girl this beautiful in the campus, how could she not know. Being stared at in such a way by Ibra, made Ayleen nervous. He got out of his place, took a glass of water and gave it to Ibra.

Hearing the sound of the car stopping in the yard, the two suddenly turned to the door.

"It looks like my brother came to pick me up" Ayleen said.

"Can I sleep here tonight?" ibra Pinta.

Ayleen did not answer. What if Ibra steals when she gets home. Or if not, what if something bad happens to the man. If there is a death in his cafe, it could be dealing with the police. "You can lock me in here if you're afraid I'll steal," Ibra seemed to understand what she was thinking.

Looking at his current condition, it seemed unlikely that Ibra would steal, Ayleen's inner self.

"Alright," Ayleen said as he nodded.

"But please, don't tell anyone I'm here, not even your brother." As if hypnotized, Ayleen immediately nodded without asking the reason. "Turn off the lights so your brother doesn't see me." Again, Ayleen agreed to the man's request. He got up and turned off the lights, approached his brother who was just entering.

"I'm sorry, you've been waiting a long time" Aidin said as Ayleen kissed her hand. "The tires are leaking."

"Yes, no papa Bang."

"Come on home."

Ayleen nodded then followed his sister's steps out of the cafe. As he was about to go through the door, he turned his head briefly towards where Ibra was. Then go out and lock the door.

"Wait a minute, what is this?" Aidin saw blood droplets on the floor of the terrace. It's brighter than the one in which the headlights are turned off. "It's like blood," Aidin was about to duck down to make sure, but Ayleen first pulled his arm.

"Mung-maybe the blood of an injured cat or something. Come on Bang, go home yuk," he whined. "I'm so sleepy." As promised to Ibra, he told no one about her whereabouts.

"Yes, come on." Ayleen breathed a sigh of relief and followed his brother to the car.

While inside, Ibra was relieved when she heard the sound of a car moving away. That must be the sister's car from the girl. Jesus, Ibra just remembered if he didn't ask what his name was.

Never mind, maybe tomorrow he can ask. Right now, he wants to rest. He feels lucky because tonight was off the police. He did not know from the police to get information if the location is often used as a wild racing event, there is a practice of buying and selling drugs. And his leg wound was caused by police gunfire. Fortunately, the bullet did not hit him exactly in his kit. It deviated and only slightly injured his calf. Although the bullet only scratched his calf, it still hurt and shed a lot of blood.