The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 23

Ibra's motorbike drove at medium speed towards his apartment. Many times his left hand took off the handlebar only to wipe the back of the lover's hand that is currently circular on his waist.

Unlike usual that much talk, Ayleen just shut up, the girl was upset. Sorry why I used to say study in the apartment. What if something happens later considering they will just be alone. Not only that, if his family knew, he would definitely be in big trouble, because it has been considered to hurt the trust given by his parents.

No, no, Brother Ibra can't be a macem. He's a nice guy, a guy who can't possibly have any intention of ruining me.

Ayleen had all the bad thoughts about Ibra. He should have believed in his girlfriend, Ibra could not have macem-macem with him.

"Cowok, what did you say?" Ibra asked while looking at Ayleen for a moment.

"Nothing."

"Not lie. I'm afraid he's making fun of me in front of you."

"That's not to be discussed. What matters is that I don't eat his shit."

"Rare you more inedible? The proof is now you're upset." Ibra had guessed it from Ayleen's attitude that had only been silent since earlier. "Don't believe that I'll keep you. Afraid I'll macem in the apartment later."

Ayleen fell silent, not expecting Ibra to know his heart.

Suddenly the matic motor driven by Ibra turned in front of a minimarket. The guy turned off the engine and took off his helmet.

"What did you buy?" ayleen asked as Ibra turned her head.

"I'm anterin you to Mezra cafe aja ya."

"Not to learn?" Ayleen frowned.

"I'll do my own job. I don't want to make you depressed because I have to." Ibra clasped Ayleen's hand with a smile. A smile that even makes Ayleen feel guilty for not believing in his own girlfriend.

"I didn't have to" Ayleen lowered his head. "Just fear the khilaf because we're just the two of us."

Ibra raised Ayleen's chin to look at her. "Believe in me. I'm not going to macem-macem. I love you so much, Ay. I will take care of you, not destroy you. Yeah, what do you want now? I'm reckoning, I'm up to you."

"Well, we're going to the apartment, brother."

"You sure?" Ayleen nodded quickly. He didn't want Ibra to misunderstand, thinking he didn't believe the guy. "Yes, if so I go in first. Buy the same drink. What are you gonna come in for outside?"

"Just go in," he said while taking off the helmet.

Both of them then entered the minimarket. Buy drinks and snacks that will be eaten in the apartment later. After that, proceed to the apartment Ibra.

Arriving there, the first impression Ayleen saw was clean, neat and fragrant. Ibra lives alone, but her apartment looks well-maintained.

"Don't be surprised. Last morning I finished first to be neat, my girl wants to come here," continued Ibra while putting a crackle of food on the table. The living room that blends with the kitchen is very elegant shades of brown white. "Would you look at the other room? My room maybe?"

"No," Ayleen shook his head. "You never showed me when we video call that day." Ayleen felt that it was not yet time for him to see the most private area of Ibra's milim. Not wanting to see the room, does not mean Ayleen is not interested in seeing the other part. Currently, his eyes are locked on a minimalist kitchen that is equipped with a table. "See the kitchen, can't you?"

"Don't just look, cooking can be, too" Ibra said. "Please look like your own home."

Ayleen walked towards the kitchen, while Ibra followed behind him. Watching Ayleen while smiling to himself. Imagine if the girl became his wife and lived here with him.

"Open the fridge can't you?"

"Brought home is also possible if you want," said Ibra while giggling slowly.

It turns out there's nothing inside. There was only mineral water, some soft drinks as well as isotonic drinks and a few eggs

"No, no suudzon, no" Ayleen denied. "I just want to see what it is. There's only food I can cook."

"Well, why didn't you say that. Then we stopped by the supermarket for shopping."

"Yes next time," said Ayleen while closing the refrigerator door.

"Other times?" ibra's face immediately sparkled. She held onto both of Ayleen's shoulders while looking at him deeply. "What does that mean, after this you still want to come here again?"

"Originally today you can prove your promise not to macem-macem, I don't mind coming here again."

"Yesse.." Ibra reflex hugged Ayleen, but she stepped back and placed her hands in front of her chest. "Can't you?" ibra asked as he scratched his nape.

Ayleen shook his head. In a situation like this, he had to be really firm. "If anywhere else is possible, if you're alone like gini, no," he stressed.

"Ok, okay." Ibra mangosteen with a smile. "But selfies are both okay?" Ayleen nodded with a smile.

Ibra took the phone in her bag and went back to the kitchen. Embrace Ayleen's shoulder and the two smile at the camera. Very slick photos, making Ibra can not bear to not upload it on IG. He wanted everyone to know that Ayleen was his.

[Capitalist kitchen ruler ]

Write it in the caption of the photo.

Seeing Ibra who was even engrossed with a cell phone, Ayleen immediately pulled the man's arm towards the sofa. "Udah, let's start working on a task."

Both focus on the task. Even though he has not yet reached the material, Ayleen still tries to help. The sound of the noise sounded earthy from the phone Ibra. He was sure his friends were commenting on the photo. It looks like it will be a trending topic. This is the first time she has ever posted a photo with Ayleen.

"You what?" ayleen asked as Ibra was about to reach for the phone on the table. Sharp shots of the girl made Ibra stop taking her phone.

"No," he answered with a smile. Continue to do the task and ignore the sound that does not stop.

"Focus, don't look at me mulu." For some time, Ibra received a reprimand from Ayleen.

"Eat him don't be pretty being a girl. My eyes are so hard to focus in the other direction."

"The combals are saved first if I don't want to stay back."

"Yes, yes, bebel," hissed Ibra. Staring at Ayleen was anxious until it felt like he wanted to pinch his lips which from earlier nagged mulu. "Ay, laper," Ibra rubbed her stomach. "Make instant noodles dong."

"Yes I made it. But promise, brother must immediately finish the challenge. Can't hold HP."

"Yes, bebel," said Ibra while glaring with anxiety.

"Don't glare, ugly." Ayleen got off the sofa and walked towards the pantry.

"But do love?" ibra exclaimed as he turned his head, looking at Ayleen's back that was walking towards the pantry.

"depends." Ayleen without looking.

"Depends what?"

"If it gets worse, yes I stay, hahaha." Ayleen let out a laugh while looking at Ibra, sticking out his mocking tongue.

"That dong laughs. Don't parno here, I'm not gonna do anything about you."

Ayleen who was picking up a pot to boil water, could not help but smile. It turns out that he was not as scared as he thought. Ibra never looked for an opportunity.