The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 12

After the bike was repaired, Ibra drove Ayleen home. He who is used to riding motor sport, felt a bit awkward at the beginning of riding Ayleen's matic motorbike. But long ago, delicious too. Either because the bike is served by Fikri, or because the cute chick bonceng, which is sure, delicious.

"Would you stop by for a meal?" Ibra turned her head for a moment towards Ayleen who was sitting behind her.

"Not to." Sahut Ayleen while slightly shouting, afraid Ibra did not hear because of the noise of the vehicle.

"It's late in the afternoon, sure you're not hungry?" The sky looks orange. And the air that was so hot, it's starting to feel a little cool. "Today I didn't go to the cafe, eat yuk first. Do you like chicken geprek? My friend is opening a small shop. But it tastes good and the place is instagramable. Wanna stop by?"

Ayleen is hungry. That afternoon did not eat the bagin because yesterday when just entered the canteen, there was a nyodorin soto who said from Ibra. And that makes it uncomfortable. Until the end, he did not want to enter the canteen so as not to be the center of attention yesterday.

"You want?" Ibra asked again while looking.

"Yes already."

Ibra's smile instantly expanded. Drove the motor at medium speed towards the latitude scruffy chicken, a small shop owned by his high school friend first.

As Ibra said, the shop was not big. The area is still inferior compared to Mezra cafe. But the visitors are quite a lot. The average young person, even some of them, still wears school uniforms.

"Can we walk? Do you want me to carry?" Seloroh Ibra's.

"That I am paralyzed" said Ayleen, grinning. Beautiful and sweet combination. Dimples and tiny lips make Ibra anxious. If you do not remember the girl in front of him is so special and must really take care of him, he must have kissed. "Why do I think I'm that?" Ayleen frowned upon Ibra's strange gaze.

Ibra immediately grinned while scratching his head. "Udah ah, come on in. I can't be strong later."

"What's not strong? I didn't ask to be carried?"

Oh, my God, his innocence makes me even more anxious.

Ibra took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. Neutralize heart rate and turmoil in the chest. "Let's go in," she asked again. He may be crazy because of the girl in front of him. His charms make Ibra not strong.

"It's not clear" murmured Ayleen.

"Whoever do it" said Ibra random.

Because Ayleen's legs hurt, they walked slowly towards the entrance. And a loud voice immediately welcomed their arrival.

"Woi Ibrahim!" A man with a big laugh approached them then. He pointed his fist at Ibra and was immediately greeted with the same thing by the man. Maybe greetings like that, inner Ayleen. "Not here for long. Who the hell, lo girl?" He looked at Ayleen with a smile.

"My hope is that" said Ibra with a crisp laugh. "Know, Ayleen."

"Junaedi. Call me Junet." The man reached out towards Ayleen, and was immediately greeted by Ayleen while mentioning the name.

"Where's bini lo?" ask Ibra while wailing.

"Home, runny."

"Teller?" Ibra is confused.

"Young pregnant Bro." Ibra immediately gawked while lifting two fingers. "Yes, you want two" Juned said with a big laugh. "Good young marriage, good hunting."

"It's the way it is" said Ibra while glancing at Ayleen. And the one glimpsed immediately choked on his own saliva, salting.

After chatting for a while and ordering 2 packs of hens, Ibra took Ayleen up to the rooftop. Afraid of late chatting, even not get a beautiful view of twilight. And sure enough, when they arrived at the rooftop, they were immediately greeted with a very beautiful view. Maybe because at this time, dusk is beautiful-indanya, the color of the pink is so pampering the eyes. Ayleen was unceasingly amazed.

"Run the place?"

They both looked for an empty table and sat there. Diarea rootop there are no chairs, only mats and tables, aka lesehan.

"That was really a high school friend, Brother?" ask Ayleen.

"Yes, why?"

"I'm older than her older sister." Ibra laughed at Ayleen's honesty.

"Maybe because he's married and has children. So his aura is like that of the fathers."

Their conversation came to a halt when a waiter came to deliver 2 glasses of orange ice. And for the food, it still seems to have to wait.

"Aren't you thinking of a young marriage?"

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Ayleen who just sucked orange ice directly sprained.

"When only asked about young marriage, not proposed, but already sprained," Ibra sneered while laughing.

"I still want to go to college. So a great barista. Want to pursue a career until later have your own coffee brand. And there's so much more I want to do."

"Lecture, so barista. Isn't that all possible even if you're married?"

"Married is far from my shadow."

"Why am I disappointed to hear that." Ibra exhaled heavily while staring at the beautiful twilight sky.

"Hahaha, what the hell is Sister Ibra. Try to wear disappointed too. If you want to marry young, then marry."

"Where to marry, the candidate does not want to."

Understand if he meant it. Ayleen immediately pretended to look the other way. Not want to get to the baper, because indirectly, Ibra invited him to marry.

Fortunately, the awkwardness did not last long because the waiter came to deliver their order.

During the meal, Ibra did not tire of staring at Ayleen. The more you look, the more you look beautiful. And that really drives him crazy.

"Don't think I'm like that dong," Ayleen felt uncomfortable.

"You ever dated Ay?"

Ayleen shook his head.

"We are married."

Ayleen exhaled heavily while staring at the two beads of Ibra's eyes. Although Ibra's tone of speech is flat, but the look of his eyes radiates seriousness.

"Why do you want to get married young?"

"Because I want to have a family. I want someone to tell me every day and wait for me to come home."