The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 21

In a long chair on the sidewalk, Ibra and Ayleen sat side by side. The road is quite slow because it is now 10 more hours. The rising night wind forced Ibra to take off her jacket and enclose Ayleen's boat.

"No," refused Ayleen. "I'm wearing a sweeter." The girl was already wearing a knit sweeter, but seemed unable to withstand the cold of the night wind. Especially on a road like this. Evident from the position of his arm that hugged himself.

Ibra did not criticize Ayleen's refusal, draping her leather jacket on the girl's shoulder. Then circulate the view to find something that might make the body warm.

"Do you want me to buy hot coffee?" Ibra found a coffee shop not far from the palace.

Ayleen shook his head slowly. "I want to go straight home."

"Still angry with me?"

"No. Who would want to be angry with you."

"My girlfriend" Ibra replied straightforwardly.

"Daughter?" Ayleen frowned. When's so?

"Now if that's it."

"Ngaco," Ayleen chirped as he rolled his eyes lazily. Ibra looked at Ayleen's expression. Do all women like this, need recognition, need so many words so that there is a date to celebrate the anniversary.

"Let you have the right to be angry with me. Be jealous, and have the right to my attention. So yeah?"

Ayleen shook his head, "I don't want to."

"Why? Don't you love me too?"

"Don't be so smart to know." Ayleen tried to deny. Even if it feels like lying to yourself.

"If not, why jealous with the Princess?" Ibra justifies the position of his jacket on Ayleen's boat so as not to fall.

"I'm not jealous." Ibra was made to laugh.

"The girl is complicated. His heart is A, but he says B. Wanna C, but you're telling me whatever? Very hobby anyway, tell a guy to be a shaman. Intar if not sensitized, immediately sulk." Ibra breathed a rough breath. "Trust me, only a man who really loves will stay. If you don't, you've stopped, the girl is too complicated."

"Udah knew the girl was complicated, why hijack soan." Said Ayleen ketus, as offended by the sentence Ibra just now.

"Because I've been in love."

Ayleen opened his lips, thinking that Ibra's words were only a joke, although it was undeniable, there was a sense of pleasure to also hear the man blatantly say love.

"Daughter, what are you talking about?" ask Ibra. Ayleen hesitated for the story, but if not the story, surely Ibra will continue to urge out of curiosity.

"She said we're different, I'd better stay away from you." Ibra chuckled softly at Ayleen's reply. Staring nanar towards the vehicle that passed on the highway while leaning back in the chair.

"You know why rainbows are so beautiful?" Ibra turned towards Ayleen. "Because the colors are different. If the rainbow is only red or green, it will not look beautiful" he continued with a smile. "And Indonesia is also beautiful because of its cultural diversity. Everything that is different, that is different, that is beautiful. Like us, our differences, will cause a spark of love that is very beautiful. Trust me, differences are more beautiful than similarities. Do you think guys dating guys is beautiful?"

"Ish, I'm even running there."

"Just want an example. Not all the same is good. Sometimes the difference makes it beautiful."

Ibra straightened her back, sitting leaning towards Ayleen. Staring at both of his eye beads was intense to the point of being stared at groggy.

"Don't worry about me like that." Ayleen lowered his head, avoiding Ibra's sharp gaze. But instead of stopping to stare, Ibra lowered her face to keep looking at Ayleen. "Ish, Brother Ibra what the hell." Ayleen turned his head in the other direction when his head was no longer the way out.

Ibra grabbed Ayleen's wrist and placed the girl's palm on her own. "Throwing no?"

Very quickly, Ayleen said in his heart. But there was no way he would admit so clearly. "Put down, if you don't die," he answered randomly.

"I asked her to pound the pretty lady, not beat. Pounding like a drum to war."

"Whatever, whatever. But just let me know what I said. Here, pounding fast." Ibra was still holding Ayleen's wrist where her palm was attached to her chest. "That's the sign, you love me."

There is nothing wrong with Ibra. Ayleen did feel his heart pounding, his blood rustling violently. And the longing that was so heavy when not meeting Ibra, also jealous. Unable to deny it anymore, she fell in love with the man before her.

"You want to be my girlfriend?" Ibra asked again, and again Ayleen replied with a headband. And that immediately made Ibra cluck slowly.

"Why don't we love each other?"

The main reason Ayleen refused was obviously because his family was definitely against the relationship. "Are you still thinking about the words of the Princess, if we are different?" Ayleen replied with a sling. "Then what? What made you refuse to be my girlfriend?"

"I'll want to, if you promise."

"Promise, what?"

Changing someone is not easy. Especially if there is no intention from this person. Between sure and not, Ayleen finally conveyed his thoughts.

"The real college boy. I want my boyfriend's future clear. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend, brother. I also don't want to make you someone else, the person I want to be. I just want you to be a better person. But then again, I don't mean to be someone else." Ayleen lowered his head, feeling sassy for asking Ibra to change. Although it was for the good of the guy himself, but Ayleen still feared the guy was offended.

Ibra grabbed Ayleen's hand and held it. "Yes, I want to. I'm going to college with a real. But I can't get the terms either?"

"Condition?" Ayleen frowned. Love is not unconditional. But that's it, he was also giving conditions, so there was no mistake Ibra ngajuin terms.

"Help me learn. We learn the same, to be more passionate. Help me do the job, and start preparing the thesis."

Ayleen nodded quickly. If Ibra wants to change for the better, there's no harm, he helps. "I'll help you, brother. I'm still under Brother, but I can help you get excited."

"What does this mean, from now on, we're dating?"

Ayleen nodded timidly while looking down. "Yess" Ibra reflex was about to hug Ayleen, but she suddenly pulled back her body and her arms were stretched out. "Sorry," he said, scratching his head. Although the status has been dating, Ibra does not want Ayleen to feel uncomfortable because of the touch that may be considered presumptuous. Actually he still wanted to linger with Ayleen, but it was already too late. "I'm anterin coming home now, afraid your parents are anxious because the girl never came home."

Ayleen nodded then stood up, as did Ibra. Help Ayleen wear a jacket and then walk the same way to the motorbike parked on the side of the road.

"I helped wear it." Ibra took over the helmet Ayleen was holding.

"I can do it myself."

"I knew. But I'd rather her chick be a little spoiled and rely on me."

"But I want to be an independent girl."

"Yes, I know and I support that." Ibra said while hooking the helmet strap. "Be an independent strong girl. But when it's just the two of me, be the spoiled chick that depends on me. There is a time for each."

"Yes, yeah, bring me my guy." Their immediate Ibra smile is called her guy.

"What the hell, not horrified? Try again," pinta Ibra.

"Udah ah." Ayleen was embarrassed.

"Once again dong. I was what you were?" Ibra brought her ear closer to Ayleen.

Ayleen couldn't help but hold back his smile. "Cowok me. Okay, satisfied?"

Both of them then went up on the bike. Ibra was flabbergasted when Ayleen's two arms coiled around her waist.

"Why bengong, street game?" ayleen.

Ibra instant giggle. Because of Ayleen's embrace, he lost focus. Touching Ayleen's hand that was in his stomach and then turn on the motor. Drove at medium speed because Ayleen is afraid of speeding.