The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 10

Moments after calling Ibra, Fikri and Reza came to the scene to bring Ayleen's motorcycle. The spion broke and the front fender also broke. While that's all that seems broken, I don't know if it's checked.

Ayleen stared at the nanar of his motorbike which Reza was currently carrying. My favorite gift from my dad.

"Relax, it won't go away. How dare they help the motor of the Dean's son," continued Ibra.

"I don't know ka_"

"Yes I know," cut Ibra.

Instead of keeping it a secret, Ayleen was indeed uncomfortable if people knew he was the Dean's son at the university. He was afraid that later he would have achievements or anything, even associated with his mother. Ayleen didn't want to go to college there, but his mother insisted. Feel safer if Ayleen is in a campus that is still within his reach.

"What if I take your wounds to the basecamp of Joker's son. All that let you calm down, can see your motorbike which is being repaired."

Hearing the words basecamp Joker, suddenly Ayleen's guts. His imagination of the place was terrifying.

"Not to be afraid, we are not as cool as your mind. There's me, no one will dare touch you even if it's just a hair." Ayleen could not believe it just yet. He even imagined the boy of a motorcycle gang who was smoking, drunk and playing cards. When he gets in there, it's about what's gonna happen to him. No, it's the same as suicide.

Ibra breathed rough while scratching her head, confused as to what else to explain to Ayleen, if he and his friends were not that scared.

"You want my ID as collateral? SIM, Student card, KK, STNK motor, or what?" Ibra is confused. "We're not as cool as you think. Trust me the same. And if I prove a lie, I won't show up in front of you again." And in the end, fearing his bike was gone and feeling that if Ibra wasn't lying, Ayleen agreed to be invited to the Joker's son's basecamp.

While riding a high Ibra bike, he had a little trouble because his legs hurt. But after several experiments, he finally managed to sit in the back of the black sports bike.

Motor sport that the back is higher, making Ayleen less comfortable. It felt too arrears, and when Ibra braked later, he was not sure he could maintain his upright position. Ayleen quickly shook his head, casting off the shadow he would embrace Ibra later.

"If you don't want to hold my waist, hold my jacket, fear you fall" Ibra said before statering his bike.

With hesitation, Ayleen held the left and right sides of Ibra's jacket. "Don't go fast, I'm afraid to drive at high speed." Ibra is the son of a motorcycle gang, he believes the man is a kuntbutan. He was not afraid yet.

"As your request." Ibra starts to run the bike at medium speed. It's really not his style, driving slowly like this. His hands were itching to draw the gas deeper. But for the sake of Ayleen's request and in order to linger in piggybacking on the girl, Ibra was willing to hold her ego to not increase speed.

Along the way, there was no chatter between the two, both Ayleen and Ibra, were busy regulating the beating heart like a war drum. For the first time, they were this close.

Citt

True Ayleen's guess, his body crunched forward when Ibra braked too suddenly. Afraid of falling, she reflexively hugged Ibra's waist. And instantly, Ibra's smile expanded, although a few seconds later, Ayleen pulled her hands and body back into position.

Arriving at the Joker basecamp, Ayleen again hesitated to enter. The first sight that appears in his eyes, namely a row of black and red sports motorcycles on the page. There was also the sound of laughter of Joker children who were all male members. And at this moment, Ayleen's gaze was locked onto the horror-looking brown-painted door. The door is half open, but cannot show the activity inside.

"Well, I'm not inside?"

"Well, it's nothing."

What, Ayleen's eyes immediately glared. Reversing the body was about to run away but Ibra first blocked his path.

"Diobatin I mean," Ibra said with an amused chuckle. Surprised at Ayleen who is this scared to enter the Joker basecamp. Even though the Princess has been in and out hundreds of times there is also nothing to say. Maybe because Ayleen played less far, so too parnoan. "Let's go in." Ibra was about to hold Ayleen's hand, but suddenly pulled her hand back. Do not want to be considered presumptuous because hold-hold.

Ayleen stared at Ibra's hand which was pulled back. If only the hand had managed to hold his hand, he would not have refused. Because right now, he needed a grip to reduce his anxiety. And only He is the one who can do that.

Ibra goes first, while Ayleen twists behind him. It's more stressful than getting into a haunted house ride.

As soon as Ibra came in, his friends immediately kicep. Not afraid, but gawking because this is the first time, the chairman brought the girl here, of course besides the Princess. While Ayleen, got the gaze of Ibra's friends, reflexively hid himself behind the wide back of Ibra while holding his jacket. Like a scared little boy and asking for his father's protection.

"Hi."

Hearing the voice of the girl, Ayleen tilted his head. He saw a beautiful girl sitting on one of the benches and was looking at her.

"Well, there's a girl friend" Ibra said, pointing her chin at Lydia, Fikri's boyfriend. More precisely the new boyfriend who is around the last few months is often invited by Fikri to basecamp.

Lydia approached Ayleen, reached out to invite him to sit on one of the long sofas. "Do not be afraid, they do not eat people really," said Lidia while giggling amusedly.

It turns out that in there is not as scary as Ayleen's shadow. There are about 6 guys including Ibra there. 2 people seem to be cool playing PS. And others play cards, some are busy with cell phones. There's no liquor like the shadow. Just a cigarette, a soft drink, and a few snacks.

"Take him talk first" Ibra told Lydia. While he went inside to take the medicine.

"Your motor is still carried by Fikri. He said he wanted to find an ori sparepart" said Lydia. "Oh yeah, I forgot, I'm Lydia." Lydia extended her hand towards Ayleen.

Ayleen welcomed the helping hand as he mentioned the name.

"You're Ibra's girlfriend?" ask Lydia.

"Mom, no" said Ayleen, shaking his head quickly.

"Cirain chick. After all, Ibra is like a great care to you. Ibra never invited girls to play here, you were the first. Uh, except for the Princess anyway."

The princess? Again the name is called. Actually, who the hell is this princess? Ayleen was curious.