The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 13

Arriving at home, Ayleen immediately made the entire house frenzied. Especially if it was not because of the wound on his leg due to the accident last day. Mama Nara immediately called Aydin who was still in the hospital. He sent his eldest son who had just become a general practitioner immediately home to treat his sister.

"Leen doesn't have a papa, Mah. No need to take care of brother, Leen was treated earlier."

"Why didn't you just call Mom or Dad?" mama Nara asked with an anxious face.

"Leen doesn't want to make Mama and Dad anxious."

"So, who's doing this?"

"Eum..." Ayleen scratched his head while thinking of the most appropriate answer.

"His best man, Mah," said Alfath with a whimper.

Bugh

The guy instantly grimaced as the sofa cushion floated up against his shoulder.

"Silent little boy," Ayleen joked.

"Yes, yes, I'm a child. It was a big situation, had dared to date," cibir Alfath. Instead of being afraid, the guy is even more so.

"There are no other injuries besides being legged? I was afraid there was an internal wound. Still remember when you broke a bone first."

"Not really Mah, just scuffed at the foot of the doang. Oh yeah, don't tell Dad, Mah. Ayleen won't worry me."

Mama Nara nodded immediately. "Where's the motor, something's broken? If there is, let Al take it to the workshop."

"Udah fixed my friend, Mah."

"Temen, what's temen? His girlfriend's time, Mah." Alfath still continued to pester, making Ayleen immediately throw a fierce gaze at him.

"Leen rest first yes, Mah," said Ayleen. Long time here can be high blood because of Alfath.

"Yes, later Mama anterin food to your room."

"Leen has eaten, Mah" he refused.

"Cie.cie..who has been treated by his guy," plucked Alfath with a whimper. Can't take it anymore, Ayleen took off his flat shoes and, uh,

"Leen..," cried Mama Nara saved Alfath from throwing shoes.

"Al mrs, Mah." Ayleen could not accept if his sister was defended.

"Udah, I'm tired of my mom fighting you guys."

Ayleen snorted softly and then climbed the stairs slowly towards his room. Put the backpack on the bed and then fall while staring at the ceiling of the room. He's still thinking about Ibra's story at the cafe. He did not expect that Ibra who looks fine outside, it turns out to have a very deep inner wound. His laughter was just a pseudo, just a way to cover up the wound in his heart.

The house that was supposed to be the most comfortable place, even felt like hell. And the family that should be the closest person, even opened both hands wide, not to embrace, but release it.

Clifft

The notification sound coming from the phone blurted out Ayleen's daydream. Grab the flat object in the bag to see who sent the message to him. Long live, it turned out that the person he was thinking about was sending a chat.

[What else? Think of me, huh? ]

The corner of Ayleen's lips instantly curved upwards. Showing two dimples on his cheeks. How could Ibra's guess be so precise. And what is this, why does it feel so happy just because of the message from Ibra.

Smiling to himself, he typed in a reply to Ibra's message.

Send it right after you finish typing. And it didn't take long, the message instantly ticked two blue. And look, Ibra is typing.

[How exactly is it? I also ]

Ayleen's eyes immediately widened to see the reply of Ibra's message. Is that guy counting stars? But he was just lying.

[There's a shooting star, don't you see? ]

The follow-up message made Ayleen jump off the bed. Forgetting the pain on his knee to immediately head for the balcony. Who knew he could also see the shooting star. Ah, but I think it's too late. He didn't see the stars falling in the sky.

[A lie, huh? ]

Ayleen wrote on the phone and sent it to Ibra.

[Not really. I even made a wish earlier. And my hope was immediately realized ]

[What is hope, brother? ]

[Wants to see you. Look down, across the house ]

Again Ayleen's eyes widened. He saw Ibra across the street from his house. Waving hands while smiling. Don't you think that guy hasn't come home since?

Can't wait to type first, Ayleen immediately called him.

"Not come home from that?" Ayleen asked as he watched Ibra across the street. It's been a long time since Ibra's dropped him off.

"I stopped by Joko's house earlier. This is just coming home. Still waiting to be picked up by the kids."

"I'm sorry I took care of you today."

"I like you repotin. Even if you can, every day. Oh yeah, what time is college tomorrow? I'll pick you up?"

"No, no, no, no." Ayleen isn't ready for his family to know if he's close to the head of a motorcycle gang. Especially if until his protective brother knows, it can be a long business.

"Why? I dare, ask your parents for permission. Miss Kinara, isn't it, your mama?"

Maybe Ibra is brave, but it is Ayleen who is afraid.

"Tomorrow, I'm delivered, Dad."

"Yes_" Ibra's sentence was cut off when she saw her friends coming. "Wait a minute, don't go anywhere. The phone won't be shut either."

From the balcony, Ayleen could see Ibra's friends. There are about 6 motors. They were seen carrying something, like banners. And as the banner unfurled, Ayleen instantly covered his gaping mouth with a palm.

Will U Merry Me?

Is that guy crazy? Inner Ayleen. This was only a month after their meeting at the cafe. But Ibra, the young man had already dared to propose to her.

"Yes, Ay."

Ibra's phone call made Ayleen nervous. "D-yes."

"Wiil you merry me?" ask the guy.

Ayleen clicked slowly when his brother came at an inopportune time. Seen from above, his brother's car drove slowly almost to the gate. Ayleen immediately panicked. Being scared and nervous, he went straight into the room and closed the balcony door.