The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy
CHAPTER 18
Ibra lay her body on the bed while staring at the ceiling of the room. Use both arms folded behind as a pillow. Recalling his friendship with Ayleen this afternoon, made him smile to himself. Just arrived at the apartment after dropping off the girl, she was already a heavy kanget. Grabbing a cell phone nailed to his pants and then opening the gallery.
His smile grew even more when he looked at Ayleen's candid photo on his screen. If only he had the courage to take her selfies together, it would have been more romantic.
Ibra cursed while still fun to enjoy Ayleen's face, the phone screen instead rang and changed to display the name Fikri.
"Moran?" tanya Ibra.
"When you've been sprained by LPG, bro? So loud."
"People are busy, you just play the phone."
"What's busy?"
"Melototokin angel."
"Lo again with Ayleen?"
"The same picture is done."
"Haha..." Fikri's laughter instantly exploded. Since he knew Ibra, only this time he saw his best friend was upset because of love. But good too, he supports, rather than being a perpetual singles whose work kerecokin temen again dating.
"Damn lo," maki Ibra who was annoyed with Fikri's laughter. "Oh yeah, what's my phone?"
"Ntar malem there's a race, you're in the gih."
"Gue is not excited anymore. My bike was taken by Burhan. We took a motorcycle at the college."
Fikri was silent, Ibra was sure that at this moment, his expression was grinning, glaring, agape and somehow more. In that way his favorite motorbike, and the price is not cans, the best among the Joker children. Eh even dituker same matic a million people owned by Burhan. His brain moved in hoeing times.
"Go get your motorbike."
"Males ah." Ibra still wants to wear matic for a long time so that it can walk Ayleen road. "You guys are coming. I'll come watch it later."
"Rarely going to come? Great gift this time."
"Seriously!" Pekik Ibra while sitting down. At this time he again needs money because his father has not given monthly money. Denger big gift, he immediately spirit.
"Make a sport bike."
"Ok, I'm going to Burhan's house right now, taking the bike. After that to basecamp, lo setting my motorbike to be more fast. Tonight, I have to win." Ibra closed the call and got out of bed. Loading motorbike keys, wallet and jacket impatiently and then sliding into Burhan's house. Only this time he was this excited to race. Perhaps because there was already nothing he could rely on in terms of finances except himself.
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Clifft
The notification sound made Ayleen who was wearing skincare immediately move from the dressing chair. Hastily gesa took the phone in the hope that there was a chat coming in from Ibra.
But again, he was disappointed because the ones who did not speak Ibra, but Abdi. That guy wants Ayleen to go to the cafe again.
It's 9 o'clock more, but Ibra hasn't called him yet. Didn't that guy say he was going to video call, but until now, no chat came in, let alone video call.
Ayleen sighed heavily then put the phone back on the nightstand. Go back to the dresser to continue wearing skincare.
Chequelek
The sound of the door opening made Ayleen turn his head immediately.
"Al, I can't, knock on the door first" he jolted to Alfath. Instead of feeling guilty, the guy even entered while grinning and then sat on the bed.
"So Leen's sister to the food festival huh?"
Ayleen who again patted his cheek immediately stopped. Staring at Alfath from the mirror reflection with a feeling of unworthiness. Could it be that Alfath had seen her?
"No, why?" her lie.
"What's wrong with what he means?" ledek Alfath while giggling. "Al saw Leen as a guy."
"You're wrong look at the times."
"No way, that guy's jacket wong is exactly the jacket that Kak Leen used to carry. Keep the girls carrying bags." Alfath pointed at Ayleen's backpack on the study table. "That's his bag, can't be wrong anymore."
Ayleen bowed lethargic. This time, he couldn't be able to swallow anymore. His sister turned out not only to be a pinter in the field of doang science, but also meticulous.
"Known dong with his girlfriend Kak Leen. Once a sister-in-law would like to treat me," he said laughing giggling. If the business is free, his sister is the most advanced.
"Just a friend, not a girlfriend."
"But really, really romantic. Leen's sister until she's in a jacket." Alfath continued to tease Ayleen.
Clifft
Ayleen's eyes immediately glared at hearing the sound of a notification from his phone. Hurriedly he went to pick up the phone but baby, Alfath first.
"Sir Ibra," Alfath frowned. "This is Leen's guy?" His sister saw pop up chat wa on the screen of a phone that is still locked.
Ayleen immediately grabbed his phone. He believes Alfath has read the beginning of the chat, hopefully there is nothing strange about Ibra chat.
"You fight, why is he apologizing?" Alfath started kepo. He could only read the first part of the chat.
"Don't go, it's out there." Ayleen took a pillow to hit Alfath to get out.
"Oh, ouch, yes, yes, I'm out." Alfath tried to avoid the onslaught of pillows. "By the way if you want to chat ama crush. I told you Mama yes that Leen has a boyfriend."
"Based on the ngadu," Ayleen snapped. Slamming the door of his room rough until Alfath had just come out in shock. "Have a really nice sister, anyway" Ayleen grumbled.
After locking the door, he immediately opened a message from Ibra.
[I'm sorry I couldn't make your video call. I have business. See you at the college tomorrow morning ]
Ayleen threw his butt on the bed while breathing heavily. If he is disappointed, the answer is yes. If he misses Ibra now, the answer is yes. The miss is heavy.
