The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 20

Clifft

The noise and vibration from the phone forced Ayleen to reach into the apron pocket to pick up the flat object there.

[What else? ]

Ayleen smiled wryly looking at the chat from Ibra. After waiting all day, Ibra finally sent a message to him tonight. But his resentment towards the guy made him reluctant to retaliate.

Come to think of it, Ibra really shouldn't have reported anything she did to him. They're not lovers or anything, so he shouldn't be angry. But the annoyance that the Princess knew more about Ibra than she did, made her feel jealous. Maybe the Princess does have a plus in the eyes of Ibra, so the girl knows everything, different from her, who knows nothing. That afternoon must have looked like a fool in the eyes of the Princess.

[Busy, aren't you bales? ]

Ibra again sent a message after the message tick blue 2 but never returned.

[Where are you? Home or cafe? ]

The message again went unrequited, Ibra decided to contact via video call.

Ayleen thought by not replying, Ibra will not send chat again, but it turns out he was wrong. He dropped a call from Ibra and typed in a reply.

[I'm home, I'm going to sleep ]

A message that seems to be made up. It's still 8 o'clock, but you're ready to go to bed.

[You're angry with me, aren't you? Sorry, yesterday can not video call you and I also did not menggampus ]

Ayleen did not reply because he had to help Abdi make coffee. Tonight was a bit of a rame so the two of them were both busy. He silenced his cell phone so as not to be distracted by a message from Ibra.

If he usually comes home at 9, tonight because it is crowded, he was forced to go home almost 10 with Raka delivered.

"I'm sorry Ka, take care of you. I can't take my own bike with me." Ayleen said as they walked out of the cafe.

"Father Leen, relax" said Raka. Among all the cafe workers, Rakalah was the one who was most often asked to comment Ayleen came home. Because he's one of Septian's trusted employees.

But just out of the cafe, a black motor matic approached Ayleen and Raka. "Wanna go home?" Ayleen was shocked to see Ibra suddenly appear. Ibra had been waiting for him in the parking lot. And whose bike he's on, it's different from what he was yesterday.

"I'm anter yuk," hailed Ibra.

"No, I'm going home with Raka." Ayleen reflexes holding Raka's arm, making Ibra's eyes immediately locked towards the handrail. Is he jealous? Answer yes.

"You know him, Leen?" ask Raka.

"Yes" said Ayleen, nodding. "Yes, come on, Ka." Ayleen pulled Raka's arm towards where the man's motorbike was parked. Hurriedly put on a helmet and then climbed on the motorcycle as soon as Raka turned on the engine. But when Raka's motorbike wants to go, Ibra's motorbike blocks the way.

"Surge, Mas," cried Raka.

"Let me do it."

"Can't," refused Raka. "I have the trust of Mr. Septian. So I'm the one who nganter."

"I'm not going to macem, just calm down."

"Udah Ka, the street quarry," Ayleen patted Raka on the shoulder.

Raka slightly deflected his bike to get past Ibra. Drive the motorway to Ayleen's house. But Ibra was not willing to give up, he was chasing Raka's bike. As a reliable racer, it is certainly not difficult to be able to catch Raka.

"Tomorrow," cried Ayleen.

"I want it now." Ayleen didn't press Ibra. Hopefully that way, the guy will leave. But he forgot that Ibra was a warrior, anti-battles who gave up. "I want you to go home, right? Stop, get down Ay."

The position of the Ibra motorbike that continues to hold the Raka motorbike, making the young man less comfortable. Moreover, Ibra shouted continuously asking Ayleen to go down, it attracted the attention of other riders.

"Mas, stop dong, I want to talk to Ayleen."

Raka was really upset. Choosing speeding to get away from Ibra, unfortunately the guy can always follow him.

"Ay, I want to talk, just," cried Ibra for the umpteenth time.

Realizing that they are currently the center of attention, Ayleen tells Raka to stop. And once Raka stopped, Ibra did the same. Stop right in front of Raka's motorbike, get off and then approach Ayleen.

"Let me go home, Mas" he told Raka.

"I can't, it's trust." Raka is afraid something will happen to Ayleen, who later, he will instead be blamed.

"I'm with him, Ka." Ayleen decided to get off the bike. He knows what Ibra is like, rejected even if it is useless, it must continue to pursue.

"But, Leen," Raka was still hesitant.

"No papa, he's against me" Ayleen assured.

Raka stared at Ibra's appearance from top to bottom. Still can't believe the guy, afraid Ayleen why.

"He must be safe with me" Ibra's turn was convincing. He took out a wallet and took out a ID card. "If you want, just hold on, make bail."

Raka looked at Ayleen, the girl shook her head. And finally, inevitably, Raka left both of them.

"Are you angry with me?" ask Ibra.

"No."

"If not, why keep me away. Lying to sleep all over, when again in the cafe."

"So why don't you?" Instead of answering, Ayleen turned back.

"I'm not feeling well."

"Lie," Ayleen said with a bitter smile.

"What do you mean?" Ibra frowned.

"Sister races all night, right? Keep winning, then party until morning." Ibra was surprised Ayleen knew all that. "Don't be surprised, Princess told me everything."

"I'm sorry, I didn't talk to you." Instead of not being honest, Ibra only fears Ayleen ilfeel if he knows what the relationship is like.

"No need to apologize. We have nothing to do anyway, so there is no need to tell let alone report the same I was the brother. Enough Brother to tell Princess."

"You're jealous of the Princess?"