The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 17

Ibra smiled to herself to see Ayleen who focused on watching her idol singer on stage. While singing, the girl did not know if since then, Ibra took her candid photos. When Ayleen turned to him, Ibra pretended to be filming the singer on stage. In fact, the guy was only focused on himself, not at all caring even though the famous singer was singing a song in front of him. Right now, his world was only filled with Ayleen, Ayleen and Ayleen.

Seeing Ayleen who looked hot, Ibra took off her jacket and used it to protect the girl. Although it is now 4 hours more, but the sun is still hot.

Ayleen who realized that, immediately turned to look at Ibra.

"Why do I think I'm that?" ask Ibra.

"No need to be this," Ayleen tried to lower Ibra's hand. "Entar Brother is tired."

"Don't just wear a jacket. You throw it many times, I will not be tired to keep chasing you."

"Ck, what the hell, no obvious shit." Ayleen exclaimed as he glared at her.

"Huft, look beautiful, let alone smile."

"Ish, it's getting more obscure." Ayleen looked back at the stage. He will really melt if the Ibra continues to be combined.

Without them knowing it, some people look enviously at their anger, especially the women. I'm handsome, considerate, who is still single auto want to have a guy like Ibra.

"Look, what a concern for the guy. The girl is in the same jacket, Bro," said the man who stood not far behind Ayleen and Ibra.

"Fear the girls' skincare faded," said a friend next to him while giggling. But his laughter suddenly subsided when he realized that the jacket used for mayungin looked familiar. Trying to remember whose jacket it was, until finally, he remembered the jacket he had taken from his sister's room. Yeah, that guy is Alfath, so he happens to be at a food festival with his friends.

Alfath tried to see the girl, baby not so clear because it was covered by the guy who mayungin.

"Today, what color is Leen wearing?" mumbling slowly. Twisting his brain to remember at breakfast, his brother wore what color clothes. "Eh, I'm in front of a moment yes," he said as he patted Aldi's shoulder next to him.

Because of the crowd of people, he had to rush the pressure first to be able to move forward. While Ayleen who turned his head back, immediately gasped when he accidentally saw the existence of Alfath. Fortunately, Alfath was not looking at him. His sister seemed to be trying to break up the crowd to come forward.

Without thinking 2 times, Ayleen immediately pulled Ibra's hand to go from there. Inevitably, Ibra was immediately confused.

"Where are you going?"

"A, I'm kebelet. We're looking for a toilet." While pulling on Ibra's arm, Ayleen tried to get out of the crowd. He had to rush out of here before he caught up with Alfath.

Arriving at the food booth area, Ayleen again looked at the whereabouts of Alfath. His sister was invisible, probably still drowned in the sea of humans in the middle of the field. Understandably, the singer is quite famous, so many people come.

"I asked the guy, where is the toilet?" bargain Ibra.

"You sure? The music show isn't finished yet?"

"No papa, let's go home." Ayleen pulled Ibra's hand towards the parking lot while occasionally looking back.

"What the hell were you thinking about earlier?" Ibra realized that since then, Ayleen's eyes continued to be vigilant.

"No, nothing. Cepetan, I can't stand it."

Arriving at the parking lot, Ayleen immediately put on a helmet. No more drama want to be tapped in or else. Right now, he just wanted to get out of here immediately. After Ibra's motorbike came out of the food festival area, she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. But before long, because there is another possibility, which is Alfath saw earlier. What if his brother complains to his parents and brother?

"Wouldn't come down, she said kebelet?" Ayleen was so unaware that at this time, they were already at the gas station, in front of the toilet.

"I, yes." Ayleen hurriedly descended and walked towards the toilet.

"Wait," cried Ibra as she pursued her steps. "Fort off the helmet."

Ayleen smiled wryly, out of fear, he forgot that he was still wearing a helmet. Ibra laughed softly as she removed the helmet on Ayleen's head.

Finished with the toilet business, Ayleen asked Ibra to drive him home. He had to get home earlier than Alfath.

"Thank you, today you want to go with me. I'm so fucking grim."

"I'm also grinning." Sahut Ayleen while thrusting the helmet he just released towards Ibra who was sitting on the motorcycle.

"Later malem, I can video call you no?"

"Yes, I can."

"I'm home first." Pamit Ibra while statering his motorcycle.

"Be careful."

"I love you." Ibra exclaimed for a moment before his motorbike sped away from Ayleen's house.

Ayleen was still flinching in place while staring at Ibra who was getting far away. He was not wrong, Ibra said I Love You. When Ibra and his bike were no longer visible, Ayleen opened the gate and entered. Just a few steps away, he heard the gate re-opened.

"Al," he murmured softly. Even if he wasn't sure if Alfath saw him or not. Just in case, he should go in and change his clothes immediately.