The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 28

"Jagain my girl yes, Jok." Ibra patted Joko on the shoulder before he started the race. Beside her, the Princess crossed her arms while staring at Ayleen cynically. It was like being on a cloud right now.

"I'm just fucking jerking off, Ay." Ibra kissed Ayleen's forehead and was immediately greeted by a hug by the girl. "Don't be jealous of the Princess."

Ayleen glanced at the Princess from the corner of his eyes, where perhaps he was not jealous.

Ibra and Putri then get ready on the bike. Besides Ibra's motorbike, there is Bimo who is also with his girlfriend.

Ayleen held onto his chest, why this drag is love. And it hurts so much, so much more than he imagined before coming here. Especially when the Princess grinned at him while hugging Ibra's waist, his chest was like being stabbed by thousands of knives.

Ibra and Bimo threw fierce gazes at each other. The same plays the gas until the smoke billows in the air.

"Wait!" Shouted Ayleen while running towards the Ibra motorbike. Seeing Ayleen running towards him, Ibra opened the helmet glass and turned off the engine.

"What's up, Ay?"

"Let me go with Brother." Ibra immediately glared, as well as the Princess who was in his arms.

"No," Ibra shook her head quickly. "You're traumatized by high density, and this is very dangerous. I don't want you to do anything." The princess snorted sebal. Why does it feel like he's a substitute. When the danger scene, he's proposed, but if you're on a whim, same Ayleen. But for Ibra's sake, he put that upset aside.

"Down" Ayleen said as he looked at the Princess.

"No," said Ibra. He won't harm Ayleen.

"I said get off" cried Ayleen.

"Woi, what the hell is this drama?" shouted Bimo who was impatient to immediately race. "Eat him Bra, got one girl. Nothing yet, it's been playing polygamy, ribetak." Ledek Bimo while laughing crazily, as well as the girl behind him.

Joko does not want to stay silent, approached Ayleen and pulled his arm. "Let's step aside, Leen, don't be weird."

"No," Ayleen pulled his hand. "I'll race."

"Alright if that's what you want." The princess smiled as she went down and took off her helmet. Actually embarrassed also he was told to go down like gini. Everyone knows that she's not Ibra's girl, just a spare that's taken when needed.

Ayleen took the helmet from the Princess and put it on. While Joko, he took off his jacket to lend to Ayleen, but Ibra forbade it. The guy gets off the bike, takes off the jacket and puts it on Ayleen while Joko's jacket, she wears it.

"You sure Ay, you wanna come with me?" Ibra is back.

"Yes" said Ayleen, nodding. Once everything was ready, he got on the Ibra bike. Hopefully, the steps he took were not wrong. He wanted to show Ibra if she could do something that seemed impossible for him. And hopefully after this, Ibra will also do things that feel impossible, for her sake.

"Hold firmly on my waist," Ibra's message "Don't let go of anything that happens. If you are afraid, close your eyes. Imagine if right now, we're not racing, but doing something fun together."

Ayleen nodded, tightening his embrace at Ibra's waist.

3, 2, 1

Ayleen's heart was like wanting to be dislodged when the bike carried by Ibra shot at high speed. His body began to tremor. It's scarier than all the extreme rides he's ever been on.

Dad, Mama, sorry Leen.

"Yes," Ayleen tried to shout even though right now, just breathing was difficult. Ayleen's breathing became more and more congested, he had no idea when this was all over.

Imagine we're not racing Ay, we're doing something fun.

Not wanting to die silly, Ayleen began to seek comfort in his subconscious. Imagine if at this time, he and Ibra were lying on a vast expanse of green grass. While staring at the clear sky, their hands interlocked. Blowing breeze feels directly touch the skin, cool and comfortable. Slowly, his breathing was relieved.

"I love you, Ay."

"Me too, Brother."

Ayleen opened his eyes when he heard the boisterous sound of cheers.

"Oh, we won." Ibra's voice made Ayleen slowly open her eyes. It turned out that Ibra's friends had gathered around them with wide laughter and an unceasing mouth praising the greatness of the chairman.

Lidia helps Ayleen down and takes off the helmet. When stepping on the asphalt, Ayleen's body was still like floating, the world felt spinning.

"We win Ay, we win." Ibra hugged Ayleen tightly. Simultaneously, Ayleen felt his body so limp and all of a sudden dark.

"Yes, Ay." Ibra panicked when she realized Ayleen had fainted.

"Ayleen looks like he's passed out, Bra." Said Lydia who followed the panic. While other friends who do not know, still fun to celebrate the victory of Ibra.

"Find Lid's cab" Ibra said. He then carried Ayleen's body, taking him to a place where there was a taxi. Meanwhile Lidia is busy looking for online taxis on mobile phones.

"Fainting, fainting." Shouted some people who were watching. Joker's children gather to help the taxi. Likewise with the Princess who tried to check Ayleen's pulse Ayleen.

Without Ibra guessing, Bimo instead came to him. "My men have a car, wait for the cave call to come here."

Shortly thereafter, Bimo's men arrived in his car. Ibra immediately brought Ayleen in there.

"Where are you taking this, bro?" ask Bimo.

"Hospital" said Ibra without thinking twice.

"Don't go to the hospital, take it to basecamp. Ayleen just fainted like he was, out of shock," said Lydia. Actually the Princess also wanted to say that, but she was sure that the stubborn Ibra, would not hear her words.

"No, to the hospital. I'm afraid Ayleen is okay. Cepetan take him to the hospital," cried Ibra. The current situation, it feels more stressful than the race. She was very afraid that something would happen to Ayleen. If that happens, he won't be able to forgive himself.

"His head is not on me," said the Princess. "Positionine of the feet higher than the chest, keep the jacket open and loosen the clothes, so that the breath is relieved." Ibra does whatever the Princess tells her to do, because she thinks the Princess understands better.

On the way to the hospital, Ibra continued to hold Ayleen's hand, which she now had on her foot. "Oh, please open your eyes, don't scare me." Ibra patted Ayleen's cheek. "Wake up Ay, get up. Please open your eyes." Ibra sobbed, not caring if his main rival, Bimo, was sitting in front of his men.

"He must be fine, Bra," Bimo said, looking back. "The princess said, she just fainted."

"It's all my fault, Bim. I should have prevented him earlier. He's got trauma at a high speed. Honey, Ay, get up, I'm gonna get up. Come on." Ibra's tears soaked her cheeks.

Bimo gave Ibra a therapeutic aroma oil. "Try this polish around his face, hopefully he'll wake up soon."