The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy
CHAPTER 3
Ibra's arrival is greeted with joy by his gangmates. How not, last night when there was a raid on a wild race, Ibra just disappeared. At that time, the bike was being used by Fikri for the race. Ibra like lost swallowed by the earth, even his cell phone can not be contacted. They think Ibra was taken by the police. Because last night, there were some people who were secured.
"Why couldn't your phone be contacted last night?" ask Fikri.
"Low bat" said Ibra casually.
"That's your leg, why?"
"Call the Princess here for my conversation," with a slight limp, Ibra walked over to the couch. Princess is a medical student who is usually called Joker's child to treat when someone is injured. Biasalah, his motorcycle gang racing, reckless, so accidents often happen. The daughter who likes Ibra, of course, never refused the call of the man. She is the most frequent girl in the Joker's headquarters.
After calling the Princess, Fikri sat next to Ibra. He was still curious about Ibra's leg wound.
"Every night he said there was a drug courier being chased by the police, it wasn't Lo, was it?" lirih Fikri so that other friends do not hear. Although they are a motorcycle gang, but the rules there, every member must be free from drugs. For alcohol, it is still allowed, except when racing, because it is very dangerous.
"Gue," said Ibra casually.
"Lo crazy," cried Fikri restrained. "Ngapain anyway, you're still working on it. Is money from your bokap not enough?" Ibra is the son of one of the successful entrepreneurs. It's just that his family was out of harmony after his mother died and his father remarried.
"That's enough, but I'm just challenged. It's more adrenaline-inducing than racing. You can imagine not, as cool as what the job is."
"Keren nutmeg lo peyang," Fikri pushed Ibra's head back straight. "What if the kids knew. Our gang is focused on motorcycles, and you make drug-free rules yourself, but you're the one who..." Fikri was at a loss for words.
"Gue is drug-free, you calm down," Ibra patted Fikri's thigh. "And last night, that was the last."
"Good, before your feet stay 1."
"It's so bad you pray." Ibra shook Fikri's head quite hard.
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Princess treating wound fetish Ibra. As a prospective doctor, he was already very capable for things like this. Being in the basecamp of Joker children who are majority of men, he is not at all awkward because he is used to it.
"Is this a gunshot wound?" ask Princess to the point. He let down the voice so that no one would hear their conversation.
"Not to be pretentious. Is there a bullet?"
"Gue's not a stupid Bra. I had an internship at a hospital. So don't think I'm stupid. Good thing only scratches the bullet, if the bullet got lodged in your legs, you could be limping." Instead of being afraid, Ibra laughed at hearing that.
"Yes, I know you pinter" Ibra said.
"And you also know, if I like the same lo?"
"Gue don't know," said Ibra origin while looking at his friends who are busy playing PS.
The princess breathed a heavy sigh. I don't know how many times he expressed his feelings, but always, Ibra refused. Though the Princess has tried to mingle with the joker children. In addition, he also often nemenin Ibra races when required to bring a partner. But still, Ibra has not been able to open her heart to him.
Their conversation stops when Reza comes to bring Princess and Ibra food.
"Eat first Put, before you eat ati because Ibra rejected for the 101st time," teased Reza while putting 2 packs of food on the table.
"What did Za drink?" tanya Galih who suddenly joined in.
"What's the food, drink it?" shout Reza.
"Teh bottle of sosro," said his friends compact
"Damn you guys," the Princess maki while throwing gauze packs at Reza's annoying face. He knew they were all mocking him.
"Yok i," said they were compact.
"Well be with you," the Princess replied with a glare. He packed his medical equipment because he had finished treating Ibra.
"Eh Put, you know, Ibra was ushered a girl here?" Reza is heating up the manation. "Such beauty, I swear."
The princess looked at Ibra sharply, and the one being stared at was even a whimper without guilt. "Really?" ask Princess.
It feels like the Princess still can't believe if Ibra is close to the girl. As far as he knows, Ibra is a very cold figure in girls, since long ago, never dating, just engrossed in his world in a motorcycle gang. She did not believe in love after her mother died and only a month later, her father remarried.
"Yes, really, cook me a lie" Reza replied. The style of the rancor immediately made the Princess rise in blood and ended up throwing her heels at Reza's head. Lucky Reza was quick to avoid. "Busyet, bar-bar really you become a girl," grumbled Reza. "Good thing is, if it's ugly, I've thrown it to the north cover."
"Diem lo, my heels are still 1, want more?" princess Benthic.
"Well, could leak my head. Heels lo taper terribly," Reza gulped at the tip of the right shoe Princess. Fortunately, that did not hit his head. If it does, it actually leaks his head.
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After the incident 2 weeks ago, Ayleen never met Ibra again. Usually he still sees Ibra hanging out with his friends at the park next to building A. Anyone knows if that place is where the Joker kids hang out. But since that incident, Ibra has never been seen the trunk of his nose.
Brucks
"Aww..." Ayleen chuckles when a girl hits his shoulder just entering the cafeteria. The milo ice she was holding spilled and hit Ayleen's shirt.
"That's why look around." Ayleen was shocked when he was sprayed. It's not that girl who walks around not looking. Fun joking with his guy to not pay attention to the road.
"Well, aren't you the one who doesn't see the road?" Dian, Ayleen's friend is talking.
"Who are you following along, the bodyguard?" sneer the girl while smiling slanted towards Dian.
"This is it, college people but money, not brain capital, so attitude is zero," said Dian.
"What are you talking about? Dare ama senior?" snatch the chick.
While the girl was debating with Dian, the guy even winked at Ayleen. I swear, he was not fascinated, Ayleen actually wanted to vomit. It can be tempting to other girls when the boyfriend is next door.
"Udah Di, mending we go," Ayleen who was sick of seeing the guy's face, chose to leave.
"Eh..Where are you going?" The guy instead took the chance to hold Ayleen's hand. "I'm sorry to my girl first."
"Let go," Ayleen tried to pull his hand but the man's check was too strong. Ayleen did not stop thinking, pretending to defend his girlfriend, but looking for an opportunity to hold onto her. "Let go," Ayleen continued to rebel.
"I apologize first" he said.
"Take him off" the cry from the canteen's entrance, made the attention of the people at the canteen go straight there. "Gue said loose," cried Ibra as she walked closer to Ayleen.
Romi, the guy immediately took off Ayleen's hand. His face immediately pias saw and several members of the joker gang approached him.
"Dare you hold her hand" Ibra pointed at Ayleen. "Gue bet your hand will break."
"Sorry Brother," Romi who was trembling immediately lowered his head, as well as his courtship, he also lowered his head in fear.
"I apologize to Angel" Ibra snapped while pointing at Ayleen.
Angel? Dian frowned. When did Ayleen become Angel?
