The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 16

Ayleen was standing at a stop near the campus. Busy looking at social media while waiting for the ojol order to come. Several times he seemed to wipe away the sweat because the weather this afternoon was quite hot.

A red matic motor stopped in front of him, but Ayleen, who was initially staring at the phone, turned his eyes. Maybe it's his order ojol motor. Seeing the motorbike driver was not wearing an ojol jacket, Ayleen looked back at the phone. But a moment later, he again saw the man in front of him, he was familiar with the jacket he was wearing.

"I'm anter yuk." Said the guy while opening his helmet glass.

"Sir Ibra," murmured Ayleen. His eyes bought wide knowing that the man in front of him was Ibra. But whose motorcycle is he on? Wasn't this morning, the guy was still on a motor sport? Don't tell me just because he said he wasn't comfortable riding a motor sport, Ibra immediately changed the bike. While Ayleen was still busy thinking, he heard his name called.

"Ayleen's mom?" call the driver of the green jacketed motor that stops behind the Ibra motor.

"On cancel, sir." Ibra said, looking back.

"But it can't be, Mas," protested the driver of the online motorcycle taxi. He obviously objected to having come to pick Ayleen up here.

Ibra got off the bike, took the money nailed to the tack and gave it to the driver. "Please change for gasoline."

Ibra's back in her shit. Take the helmet in the seat and put it in Ayleen's head. And like being hypnotized, Ayleen just resigned from earlier. Even today, his mind travels to his favorite romantic novel. The male lead put a helmet on the female lead. While reading the passage, he smiled his own smile, but upon feeling straight like this, his heart seemed like it was about to explode. His feet were limp and hot cold. Thankfully, I did not faint.

"Let's go up," Ibra asked after she finished putting on the helmet. But instead of going up, Ayleen even budged on the spot. Until Ibra started the machine, the girl was still sculpting. "When do you want to stand there?" ibra's question awakens Ayleen from his daydream.

"L-yes," she answered in nervousness. Ride on the motor with a heart that is again difficult to condition.

"What do you want to go home first?" tawar Ibra looked back. "Today there is a culinary festival. There's a music scene, too. The kids started the afternoon. It's already 2 o'clock, just a moment again must have started the show. Wanna go there?"

Ayleen also knew about the event. He had invited Dian there, unfortunately his best friend had already made an appointment with his girlfriend.

"You don't? Want huh?" Ibra's question turned into a insistence when Ayleen never answered.

"All right."

Yesss, cried Ibra inwardly. Back to look ahead and then forward the bike to the festival place. The jammed road makes the motor driven Ibra only runs slowly. But it doesn't matter, it doesn't upset him at all, because he can linger with Ayleen.

"Not comfortable?" ibra asked while looking at it for a moment.

"What?" ayleen asked near Ibra's helmet-covered ear.

"Dibonceng put on matic."

"Poor." But make it hard, he continued in his heart. "Whose bike is this?"

"Borrow a temen. I'll do anything as long as I can deket you."

Blushes

Ayleen's cheeks instantly turned red. It was fortunate that Ibra could not see, if only she could, she would be ashamed. Either chatter or honesty, for sure, can make Ayleen a baper.

They walked together to see the various culinary there. But because of the crowd of people, Ibra had a little difficulty to always be close to Ayleen. Sometimes people suddenly interrupt between them.

"Can I hold your hand?" ask Ibra. Seeing that Ayleen was just silent, he became clumsy himself. Afraid that the girl is angry. "So, no mean brash, anyway" he scratched his head with an absurd smile. "But it's very crowded here. I'm afraid we'll be separated later. If not, not papa either. I don't make it, it's as comfortable as you can."

Is this the man her father meant? Men who consider it valuable. Treat and treat it very special.

Ayleen looked at Ibra's hand. Smiling, he grabbed Ibra's palm and then grabbed it.

Ibra's feeling instantly burst. Her lips could no longer be held back from curving upwards. Handrails, in fact the physical contact he was used to with the opposite sex. But this time, it felt very different. His heart was racing and ah.hhhhh, it was hard to answer his feelings at this time.

Visit one by one booth with interlocked hands and a smile that never fade. Anyone who saw, would immediately think if they were lovers.

"What do you want to buy?"

Ibra laughed at getting such a question. "I should have been that."

"I want to buy Brother today" said Ayleen.

"Heis, you think I don't have any money, because I brought supplies from home?" ibra asked while breathing heavily.

"No," said Ayleen with a smile. "Once in a while change my money. That day you have paid compensation, I practised chicken and this morning gave me a sandwich. This time, change me."

"Are you sure you want to buy me?" asked Ibra while grinning.

"Yes sure."

"Alright, then ...." Ibra watched the booth line of food and drinks there. "I want that, that, that..." Ayleen saw Ibra pointing to the many food booths. Even the one Ibra pointed at could not be counted on the finger. "Yuk." While still dumbfounded, Ibra pulls her hand towards the booth of the durian ice shaker.

"Es beat it 2, Bang." Ibra exclaimed at the brother of the ice vendor. When he turned to Ayleen, he saw the girl's face pias. "Why?"

"You're sure to buy that much." Ayleen re-appointed the booth that Ibra had appointed.

"Yes, why? There is something to buy." Seloroh Ibra while raising his eyebrows.

"I guess...." Ayleen hesitated to say. "We went to the ATM first. Money in my wallet isn't enough." Honesty that made him lose face. The PD wants to buy it, money is not enough.

He held back his laughter so as not to break. This girl in front of him is so innocent, just trust her when she works.

"Yes, if the money is not enough, today I am practicing."

"But your time again."

"That's a man's job" whispered Ibra near Ayleen's ear.