The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 25

Ibra's eyes immediately opened wide with her mouth open to see who was coming. Someone he least expected his presence. Because what, because it will only disturb the moment of his friendship with Ayleen. Regretting it was posted on IG together with Ayleen, other people so know where he is now.

The princess walked in without being told. Even to hit the shoulder of Ibra who was standing on the doorstep. Though the man deliberately remained there so that the Princess did not enter, but the unyielding girl did not hesitate to hit him, until making Ibra cluck up.

Because the living room is fused with the kitchen, Ayleen can immediately see the arrival of the Princess.

"Oh, there's another guest huh," The princess smiled widely. Just a stale base, because actually he already knew that Ayleen was there. "I just happened to be passing by, so stop by. I brought you your favorite chicken teriyaki." The princess showed Ibra the plastic bag she was carrying.

"Gue has eaten" said Ibra. Walking past the Princess just like that then approached Ayleen who was still sitting in the pantry seat.

The princess gave a loud snort, stomped her rough feet and walked over to Ibra and Ayleen. Looking at the two empty bowls still on the table, he immediately sniffed the smell.

"Instant noodles!" with a shocked expression. He then looked at Ayleen with a cynical smile. "Lo is how the hell to be a girl, can not cook or how? Ibra time you feed instant noodles, this is not good for health. Want to make Ibra sick?"

"Do not let me live," said Ibra while twisting his eyes lazy. "Not to be a doctor. There are many people out there eating instant noodles but healthy. Within reasonable limits, no problem."

"Even instant food is not good for health, Bra." Like the host, the Princess took the dishes from the shelf and moved the food she brought there. Seeing Ayleen's expression that looked upset, Ibra immediately invited him to move to the sofa.

"I'm anterin to yuk's cafe. I'm meeting you with the kids." Ibra tidied up her laptop and books on the table. Likewise with Ayleen, put his things in a bag.

Feeling that his arrival was not considered, the Princess again approached Ibra and Ayleen. Staring at Ayleen cynically while crossing her arms. "Where is saturday. You're racing against me, what is he?"

Ibra immediately clucked. He doesn't want Ayleen to know this problem, but the Princess played ayerocos.

"Racing? What race?" Ayleen looked at Ibra, asking for an explanation.

"So Ibra hasn't told elo?" The princess was before Ibra.

"Lo can be mistaken, Put," Ibra snapped. Stop tidying up his books just to stare at the sharp Princess. "Mending lo go home, we're out."

"Ibra wants to race on Saturday, challenge her while making girls." The princess became more and more upset with the clash just now.

"****," as Ibra. If only he did not remember the services of the Princess to him and the son of the Joker, he had expelled the girl.

Ayleen looked at Ibra. "Really, Sis?"

"Yes, really," again the princess answered. "Now the question is, as Ibra's girl, you can't let her race." The princess smiled slanted, sure if the calm model Ayleen girl and the house child, would not be able to do that. Racing takes a lot of courage. Early invited Ibra alone, he until the tremor fit down from the motorbike. "Pointing out that you're a pantes girl Ibra. Contribute to the Joker gang. But mami kayak elo's son, I'm not sure how brave he is," he said.

This cannot be allowed, the Princess will talk more and more. Ibra took Ayleen's bag and the keys to the bike. "Let's get anter to the cafe."

Not wanting to be left alone inside, the Princess came out with the two of them.

"If you can't be Ibra's girl, back off from now." The princess walked first after whispering in Ayleen's ear.

Ibra takes Ayleen to the Mezra coffeeshop. All the way, the girl was silent. Just briefly answer all Ibra's questions because it is still thought with the words of the Princess.

"Do not listen to the words of the Princess." Said Ibra while tidying Ayleen's hair messy upon arrival in front of Mezra cafe.

"Why didn't you tell me about this the same thing as me?"

"I know you have the trauma of driving at high speed. The race was too dangerous. I don't want you to do anything. I love you so much, Ay."

"If you already know the danger, why are you still racing?" rengek Ayleen grasped Ibra's hand.

"Racing has become my world, Ay. I'm used to it, and I'll be fine." I really want Ayleen to say don't race anymore. But he was afraid that he might be selfish, wanting Ibra to be who he wanted to be. After all, they are only a month old, if you want to change Ibra-pun, he should not be too hasty, must be slow, all need a process. "Udah, get in there." Ibra pointed her chin towards the door of the cafe. "Don't think macem-macem. Even if I'm racing a princess or some other girl, it's only at the race track. My boyfriend keeps you. Because in my heart, there's only you."