The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 11

After his trousers rolled up to his knees, Ibra began to treat Ayleen's wounds. According to Ibra, not too severe, maybe because he was used to the wound. Being the son of a motorcycle gang whose job is racing, makes him very familiar with injuries.

But it didn't seem like the girl in front of him. Just as Ibra cleaned the wound, Ayleen had been heard several times hissing, not even reluctant to complain of pain. And Ibra, will blow immediately to reduce the pain even though Ayleen is not asked. Inevitably, his other friends immediately looked at them, leaving a moment of busy playing games or chat in order to see the leader who was sweet on a girl.

If they're that good, what about Ayleen. Her heart doesn't feel fine being treated sweetly like this. His eyes locked on Ibra's figure who looked very carefully and painstakingly treating his injuries. The man who in his mind is very rude, campus-based, turns out to be gentle like this.

"You've never fallen before, I mean an accident?" ibra asked as she continued to treat.

"Once, just SD. Dibonceng motor with my brother who is still just learning to ride a motorcycle. Severe enough, until I broke an arm bone and didn't go to school for long. Up until now, I've been traumatized if I've been hit at high speed." That incident Ayleen will never forget. Aydin who just can bring a motorbike, seems not too good at mastering gas. The motorbike he was driving drove so fast that it ended up crashing into a tree on the side of the road.

"But you're not traumatized by riding a motorcycle?"

"No, just speeding, I'm scared."

Ibra mangangguk. From here, the difference becomes more real. He likes high speed, while Ayleen is even traumatized. Ayleen is a girl whose life is straight, and she, a lot of misfortune. Starting from like wild races, smoking, drinking alcohol, to being a drug courier. But why, he fell in love with Ayleen instead. Could it be because of that difference? Or maybe it was because the gentle Ayleen reminded her of the mother's alm?

"Kok daydreaming?" Ayleen's question awakens Ibra from her daydream. "Think what?"

"You." Sahut Ibra while chuckling softly. There was no jaim on his face. "I wish I could think of anyone, including you. Because I thought of using my own brain," he continued, putting the index finger on his head.

"Yes, my brain's lifetime" Ayleen chuckled.

"Pretty." Ibra was amazed to see Ayleen's laughter showing both dimples on her cheeks. Receiving praise and an intense gaze from Ibra, Ayleen's face immediately reddened. Throwing a glance in the other direction so that Ibra does not realize that at this time, he is blushing.

Ayleen's gaze suddenly locked on the 3 men who were seen being engrossed in playing. I don't know what to play, but it looks good. Laugh incessantly with a red face.

"What are they playing?" ask Ayleen.

"Oh.usual kids, play snake ladders."

Ayleen's mouth immediately gawked. Ladder snake? That little boy's toy? Didn't he hear wrong. Motorcycle gang boy, snake ladder toy.

"Why do you want to play too?"

After finishing treating Ayleen's legs, Ibra invited the girl to approach her friends who were playing snake stairs. Ayleen stared at the 3 guys sitting around the snake ladder. Those who usually perform macho on campus, suddenly ambyar today. Face full red, scribbled lipstick. And most prominently, clearly their lips, as red as blood, were as if people had eaten raw chicken. It seems that the first target of the graffiti is the lips.

Ayleen covered his mouth with a palm. Holding back his laughter does not break because of their clown-like appearance.

"You want to follow?" the Inspiration of Ibra and Ayleen.

"May, yuk sit." Ibra pulls Ayleen's arm slowly, invites him to sit on the carpet, join the others. Ayleen grimaced slightly as his injured knee was forced to bend. "It hurts?" ask Ibra. Stupidly he forgets that Ayleen's knee is injured.

"Little."

"We moved to sit on aja yuk," Ibra said to his friends.

"No, no papa. It's right here." Ayleen was obviously not feeling well. He asked to join, but instead made them riweh because they had to move places.

"Do not mind Leen, we do not papa really, if only had to move to Kofa. Yuk bro." Diki lifted the snake ladder board and brought it to the table. And then they went around the table.

"The rule is, every stop in the snake, get scratched. And that's the nyoret of every participant." Inspiration explains their way of playing to Ayleen. New participants who do not know how to play. "And the victor, who was blinded in the box number 100 first, was crowned king. But if you win, then queen. But a day's worth."

Ayleen still does not understand by being king or queen a day doang it. He becomes king or queen for a day, marry.

"The king or queen is free to rule anything with the loser."

"Please, whatever is within reasonable limits" Ibra added. "There is nothing strange as violence, let alone to the stage of abuse."

Since Ayleen already understood, the game finally started from the beginning again. Not yet able to throw the dice, Ayleen has been deg-degan first, afraid of getting hit by a snake, whose face will automatically be crossed out using lipstick.

They continued to roll the dice, until for the first time, Ibra stopped after the snake. Eagerly, Ibra's friends immediately took lipstick and took turns scratching her face. As Ayleen thought, the first part of the face was the lips.

Ayleen could not help but laugh at Ibra's lips filled with lipstick. That handsome and masculine guy, suddenly looks like a transvestite. And when it was her turn to doodle, Ayleen made a circle on Ibra's left cheek, making her look like a clown.

"When you try again, we can doodle his face Pack. Usually he never comes," slurried Ilham. It seemed like he was very satisfied to be able to cross Ibra's face.

"Package?" ayleen.

"Sir Chief," Diki explained. "That's not the case for a bouquet."

Ayleen's eyes immediately glared. Bouquet, chief lady?

"Udah, let's move on." Ibra said when she saw Ayleen was wrong.

The game goes back on, back to throwing dice and praying for luck. But apparently, the goddess Fortuna was not on Ayleen's side. This time, it was her turn to get a snake. And the 4 men who were there immediately stared compactly at Ayleen. Making the beautiful girl instantly smile knot.

"Yeah, the package ma Buket compact very. Not willing it looks like just a package that has been scratched." Ilham first took lipstick and was about to cross Ayleen's face, but Ibra prevented it.

"Score my face."

"It can't be dong, Bro," Rejected Ilham. "Sportive."

"No papa, just scratch my face," said Ayleen.

After obtaining his permission, Ilham directly crossed Ayleen's forehead, forming the letter I. After that whispered to 2 other friends. Until Ayleen's forehead, there are the words I, love form, and A. Anyone would understand what that means, Ibra love Ayleen.

Ibra lowered her head in laughter, while Ayleen still did not know what was written. And when it was Ibra's turn to cross off, just like Ayleen, he made a red circle on the girl's cheek.

The game continued, until finally, Diki came out as a winner. And now, he gets the nickname king, which means free to rule his friends including Ibra and Ayleen. And the first commandment, is to take a picture together with a face that has not been cleaned.

Diki called out to Reza on the page to take a photo of the five of them.

"I'm really his style," exclaimed Reza who this time cosplay as a photographer. "Ayleen sana Ibra is more decadent. Let's not count satru."

Diki, Ilham and Ade had posed as much as possible, but Reza did not want to immediately press the photo button. "Bra, slide doang, deketan ma Ayleen."

Ibra breathed heavily and got closer to Ayleen. Only then did Reza capture the picture.

After completion, Diki directly upload the photo in the story WA as well as its IG.

"Look at the photo dong," Ayleen reached out to Diki. Smiling meaningfully, Diki handed her phone over.

Ayleen's eyes immediately widened. He did not know if he wanted to, there is the inscription I love A.

"I uploaded it to the story."

Ayleen's body was getting limp again hearing that.