The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 2

Arriving home, Ayleen still thinks about Ibra. The wound on his back looked very serious, what if the man bled out and died? Ayleen was made moody, unable to sleep until 3 am. Tomorrow is indeed a college holiday, but early morning has not gone to bed, definitely not something good.

Ayleen thought of Ibra's leggy wound that looked awkward. That guy doesn't look like an accident. There was no other wound other than her impalement, making her wonder, what was the wound because? Ah..had it, the more dizzy if you think about the wound. Better go to bed soon so that tomorrow morning he can immediately wake up before his friends come.

At 7am, Ayleen was ready and ran down the stairs of his house.

"For Mah" said Ayleen, kissing her mother's cheek. The middle-aged woman who was cooking kissed her beloved daughter cheek and forehead back.

"Sunday's tumben's been tidy at this hour?" ask Mama Nara.

"Eum...." Ayleen couldn't have told me about Ibra. "Leen's going to Mah's cafe."

"Huh, isn't the cafe open at 9 o'clock?" Usually if it opens at 9, Ayleen even just left at 10. With reason, males help others get ready, just want to be, directly standby in front of the coffee maker.

Ayleen smiled wryly as he scratched his head. "Important note Leen missed at the cafe. Afraid of anyone reading, so I'd like to come early before anyone comes."

"Ish, you teredor." Mama Nara pulls Ayleen's nose in a fit of anxiety.

"Morning." Ayleen and Mama Nara turned to hear Septian's father's voice. The man had just entered the kitchen after a workout with Aidin and Alfath in the backyard. Sweat still drenched his forehead and neck.

"For my dear father, too" said Ayleen as he approached, then hugged his father. As her only daughter, Ayleen was very close to her father.

"Where are you going, beautiful?"

Jesus, Ayleen almost forgot that he had to rush to the cafe. "Leen has to go to the cafe. Leen go first." He kissed his father's hand and then his mother. Take one plastic loaf of bread and small setoples of nutela and put it in his bag.

"Tok all taken?" ask Mama Nara.

"Just in case someone asks Mah," said Ayleen as he hurried out of the kitchen.

With his beloved matic motorbike, Ayleen rushed towards the Mezra cafe. Slightly speeding because of anxious thinking about Ibra's condition.

Arriving in front of the cafe, after parking the motorbike, he hurriedly opened the cafe and ran to where Ibra sat last night. The man was still there, lying on the floor in a curled up position.

"Did he die?" With a hesitant step, Ayleen approached Ibra's body, resting near her. Touching his arm then shaking slowly.

"Sister, Brother Ibra," he called out in a quivering voice. "Sister," he shouted as he shook Ibra's arm strongly. "Sister, please don't die. Sis...." Ayleen almost cried. He kept shaking Ibra's shoulder strongly.

"I'm not dead yet."

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Ayleen who was shocked immediately jumped back while holding his chest.

Ibra opened her eyes while chuckling softly. "I'm not dead yet, so don't cry. Love your tears."

Ayleen sighed in relief while. His heart almost fell out of shock.

Slowly, Ibra tried to get up. Holding the thigh while grimacing withstands the pain of being fetched.

Ayleen remembered the bread he had brought from home. Take the bread out of the bag with the small setoples of nutella.

"You brought it for me?" Ibra cringed in wonder. Don't they know each other, but why is the girl in front of him so nice to him.

Seeing the girl in front of him nod, Ibra immediately smiled. "Are you an angel?"

Ayleen who was opening the nutella lid was immediately blown away. "You said you weren't dead yet, where might you have met an angel?"

"Beautiful, well, what are you trying to do if you're not an angel?"

Ayleen went to pick up the knife in the pantry. There, he immediately patted the jidat. Maybe he bothered to bring bread from home when in the pantry there are cakes and dessert boxes. In addition, there are also various kinds of jam and other toppings in the pantry. Sometimes anxiety makes people forget everything.

Ayleen came back with a fruit knife and a box of melted brownies.

"You want this?" He thrust a box of melted brownies at Ibra.

"Thank you" Ibra accepted and immediately tried the delicious-looking dessert. Ayleen himself, he preferred to eat the bread he polished with nutella. "What a son, did you make it?"

Ayleen shook his head, "I'm a barista, not a chef."

"Barista, whoa!" Ibra looked amazed. Behind the soft-faced girl, as well as the lid of her speech, it turned out that she was a barista. Though according to him, the girl in front of him was more suitable to work in the kitchen making cakes.

Ayleen looked at Ibra who ate the brownie lumer she gave so voraciously. Not until 5 minutes, a small box of brownies was not left.

"Do I have to pay for this?" Ibra showed me an empty brownie box.

"Free for today, but next, you'll have to pay."

Ibra nodded quickly. "I'll come back here later. Oh yes, yesterday you came home last, and today, come early. Are you in charge of carrying the keys?"

Ayleen smiled, "This cafe belongs to my father."

"So you're the owner here?"

"No, my father's owner, I'm just hitchhiking to work studying." Sahut Ayleen while chewing his bread. "You still hungry? Want bread?"

"May," he said, nodding.

After Ibra spent nearly half a pack of bread, Ayleen offered to drive her to the hospital. He doesn't want his friends to know that last night, he hid a man here. But Ibra refused, instead asking for an address.

Ibra chuckles while riding Ayleen's matic motorbike. Because what, because he's sitting behind a piggyback alias. It seemed like all the way he had to bow down so as not to be embarrassed. Guys as cool as he is, motorcycle gang leader, hitchhiking girls? Hopefully along the way, no one will call him a sissy.

Ayleen's motorbike stopped in front of a crowded house. Lots of big motorcycles parked in the spacious yard. Seemed some men are engrossed, playing motor gas, there are also those who are busy packing motorbike.

"Let's go in, it's the Joker's son's basecamp." Ayleen's eyes instantly glared and his mouth was gaping. Joker, the name of the biker gang is quite familiar to him, because his friends often talk about. But the main discussion, of course about the head of the famous handsome joker gang, who else if not Ibrahim aka Ibra. But that's not what's in Ayleen's head right now. Entering into the nest of a motorcycle gang that he believes is dominated by men, could it be safe for him?

"Not to be afraid, there I am. No one will know you."

"I-I just go home," Ayleen refused.

"Ibra!" Shouted Fikri, Ibra's friend who happened to look towards them. He and two friends immediately approached Ibra and Ayleen.

"Lo don't papa Bra?" asked Fikri while watching Ibra from top to bottom. "We were really worried when you suddenly said last night."

"What's my motor?" ask Ibra.

"Safe, it's inside."

"Eh, who is he?" reza asked while looking at Ayleen.

"He's an angel who howls me" said Ibra, looking at Ayleen. As for Ayleen, he could only smile knots. Angels, it feels too much.

"I go home first" said Ayleen.

"Gapain hurried home, enter first what? Inside there is also a girl," said Reza while raising her eyebrows.

Ayleen shook his head quickly, "No need." Immediately he put on a helmet and hurriedly climbed on the bike. In his head, the motorcycle gang is certainly a group of guys not really. Inside, she was raped. Ayleen shuddered in horror and then gasped.