The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 15

While listening to the song playing in the car, Ayleen leaned his head on the seat. Checking the phone for so many times in the hope that there is an incoming message from Ibra. Since last night, Ibra hasn't contacted him again. Could it be that the man had already given up because last night he had indirectly already rejected her? Ibra who was rejected, why is she upset?

"When will you be with Mama, what did you pick up?" Ayleen who was daydreaming did not hear his father's question. "Cathy..."

"L-yes Dad, what's wrong?" sahut Ayleen is nervous.

"What's the hell, your girlfriend?"

"Aren't you. Leen doesn't have a boyfriend."

"Then what, crush. Kids nowadays, like to call it a crush, right?"

"Dih, I understand the language of young people. Know who hayoo is from?" god Ayleen while pointing at his father and smiling.

"You know from the kids, how you are. Dad's boys are all young. Customers are also many young people. A little bit of Dad knows slang," said Dad while chuckling softly. Age can be ripe, but his soul is still young.

"If Leen says to Mama, she must be jealous if she finds out that Daddy likes to look young" Ayleen said, giggling.

"Heis, you're fuckin' shit. Dad's just talking to them, anyway same guys, not girls."

"Yes, yeah, Leen knows. Leen's father is the best." Ayleen hugged his father's arm and kissed him on the cheek.

"What are you going to ride home? Want to go with Mama or pick up Dad?"

"Leen is riding aja jol aja," said Ayleen while releasing his father's arm. Fear of disturbing his concentration while driving.

"Are you sure you don't want to be picked up, Dad?"

"No, Leen's riding a jolt."

"Yes it's up to you. Don't go to the cafe first, wait until your feet really heal."

Ayleen smiled at the father while nodding. Actually, she had asked her mother to keep this a secret from her father. But it looks like Mama can't hide anything from Dad. At night, they are accustomed to sharing all the stories that occur today, even no matter how small they occur, do not escape their stories.

Ayleen looked towards the window as the car stopped at a red light. His heart was like jumping when he saw Ibra was next to his car. Yeah, the guy's bike stopped right next to his car. His eyes seemed to narrow as he opened the glass of his fullface helmet. Indicates if the guy is smiling at her. Is this just a coincidence, or is Ibra following her car?

When the light was green, Ayleen was still watching Ibra from the rearview mirror. The guy's bike is still stalking behind him. Despite the chance to get ahead, it seems Ibra is reluctant to do that.

Ayleen gave a smile, he thought Ibra was no longer willing to approach him because of yesterday's refusal. But apparently, the guy never gave up.

Arriving at the campus, Ibra entered first when Ayleen's father's car stopped near the campus gate. The guy is waiting for Ayleen in front of building A, because of course, Ayleen will pass through there.

While leaning back against the wall and putting both hands nailed to the jacket, Ibra continued to look at Ayleen who was walking towards him.

The look that made Ayleen salting. Justifying the position of the bag, tidying the hair behind the ears, regulating heart rate, while saving the tip of the blouse, all that Ayleen did to reduce nervousness.

God, why do people say that love is so beautiful. In fact, just breathing with relief is difficult. Heart pounding, hot, cold, it's really excruciating.

After a short distance, Ibra walked over to Ayleen. "Morning," he said, smiling.

"Morning too" said Ayleen, looking down. Staring at Ibra only gave him a heart attack. They walked hand in hand to Ayleen's class.

"Yuk's breakfast?"

"I had breakfast."

"Well, I'm ready to have breakfast with you."

Ayleen's steps stopped immediately. Nyiapin? Didn't Ibra tell you yesterday that she just lives alone? Could it be that a rogue campus napiapin lunch? Cook that?

It was like Ayleen was still in disbelief, Ibra took out a box of supplies from inside her backpack. And when the box was opened, Ayleen's laughter broke. Sandwich shaped animal head. Whether it's a cat, a dog, or a bear, the shape is not very clear. The eyes and nose made of chocolate blend together.

Seeing Ibra looking at him, Ayleen immediately stopped laughing. "I'm sorry," he said with a knotty smile.

"I can't cook, I can only make a sandwich filled with nutela. Believe me, it was not like this shape. Maybe because of the swipe in the lunchbox, so his eyes and nose are fused and dented."

Ayleen nodded while covering his mouth with a palm holding back a laugh. "Yes, I believe."

Ibra took the mineral water in the bag and washed her hands. Take a sandwich and hand it to Ayleen. "There is no poison" he said when Ayleen did not receive the sandwich.

Ibra's smile instantly expanded as Ayleen reached out to receive the sandwich. He took another one and ate it together.

Nothing can be commented on by the taste. Because the bread is smeared with chocolate jam, yes it tastes like that.

"Sometimes bosen also eats bread or stalls. When I was there, Mom, she always cooked for me." Ibra's gaze looked far away. Remembering the happy times in her life when her mother was still around.

Ayleen felt very lucky. Living in a warm family, which gives him an abundance of love.

"I've always missed Mom's moments." Ibra turned towards Ayleen. The man's hand suddenly moved towards Ayleen's head.

Ayleen's body stiffened instantly. His heart was racing very fast. And when Ibra's hand landed on her head, Ayleen seemed unable to breathe.

All this did not last long, for Ibra again withdrew her hand. Shows the dry leaves in his hand.

Ayleen smiled wryly. The man only took the leaves on his head, he could have been pounding.

"Will get picked up?"

"Get ojol."

"I'm anther, huh?"

Ayleen shook his head quickly. Could be bad if any of his family saw him delivered Ibra.

"Why? You're not comfortable with my proposal yesterday, are you? Forget it, I don't mean it."

Ayleen was confused as to what to answer, there was no way he would say that he was afraid of his family.

"You want, I'll take you?" Ibra pleading.

"Eum...." Ayleen was confused as to how to resist the subtle. Which makes Ibra not offended and does not feel out of his way to label him as a delinquent. "I'm actually not comfortable riding your bike. Too high, I mean, too bad for the piggyback."

Ibra scratching the head. Just this time he heard a girl who was bullied riding a motor sport. Girls usually like it, it looks cool.

"Yes, my class is about to start." Ayleen confirmed the location of his backpack and stood up. "I'll go first."

"Wait." Ibra's shout made the new Ayleen step straight to a stop. The man approached Ayleen and stood in front of him. The distance is quite close, making Ayleen's heart again difficult to condition.

Ayleen's eyes reflexively closed as Ibra touched the corner of her lips.

"There's nutella left over here." When Ayleen opened his eyes, he could see the brown on Ibra's index finger tips. Oh, my God, it's a shame, he could eat up to a cane.

Ayleen cleaned the area around his mouth with his palm, afraid that there was still something left.

"It's clean" Ibra said with a smile.

"Excuse me, Brother." Ayleen hurriedly left from there before his heart grew more and more unfazed.