The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 30

"Stop the race and join the biker gang" Ayleen repeated his request

Ibra flinched while looking down deeply. Permin taan that he felt impossible to grant. For the past few years, his soul has been in the Joker gang. Racing is one of the things that gets him back excited. After his mother died and his father remarried, only his family, his home, abandoned them, it was too heavy.

"I just want Big Brother out of the Joker. Apart from the life of a motorcycle gang that is synonymous with wild racing, recklessness and many more negative things. But you can still keep them together." Ayleen gripped Ibra's hand as he broke into tears. "I beg you, Brother."

Ibra pulled her hand from Ayleen's grasp, wiping away the tears that drenched the girl's cheeks.

"Ask the others, I will grant."

Ayleen shook his head quickly. "I don't want anything else, I just want Big Brother to stop biking, stop running wild."

"That's impossible, Ay," said Ibra, looking down.

"Why is it impossible?" lirih Ayleen's. "Nothing is impossible, brother. I can do the impossible for Brother. I'm willing to fight my trauma, I'm willing to be so scared that I can barely breathe." Ayleen patted his chest, recalling the terrible moments of the race. "I'd do it all for you, brother." He continued while beating Ibra's chest. "Then why can't you stop racing for me." Ayleen's crying broke. "Wild racing is life's stake."

Just like Ayleen, Ibra was also crying. He wanted to hug, but the girl first brushed off his hand. "My father no longer gives me monthly money, even tuition fees. Only from the ship can I get money, Ay."

"No, not just from the race," Ayleen shook his head quickly. He disagreed with Ibra's words just now. "I can't make money any other way. Brother can work. If you want, you can work at the Mezra cafe." He looked into Ibra's eyes while holding both of her shoulders. "There are many ways to make money, brother."

"Tuition is expensive, Ay. Salary there won't be enough for college and everyday." Ibra is used to living well, having a lot of money. Imagining mediocre life, obviously it is very heavy.

"I, I have money," Ayleen patted his own chest. "I can't use my money for college." Ibra smiled wryly while looking down deeply. Where is his pride if he uses Ayleen's money. "Please stop racing, brother."

Ibra did not answer immediately and just bowed quietly, making Ayleen desperate. It seems, Ibra can not leave the world of his motorcycle gang. He was too confident, thinking Ibra loved him very much and was willing to do anything for him. In fact, he is no more valuable and important than his gang.

"Alright if you can't," Ayleen released his grip on Ibra's shoulder. "I will not make meaning. But it seems, our relationship can't continue."

"Ay," cried Ibra. "Please don't talk like that." Now replace the one holding both Ayleen's shoulders. "I don't want us to separate, I love you, dear."

"But my family won't accept a big brother like this. If our relationship continues, it's free, we'll eventually split up." Ayleen wiped his tears and looked at Ibra with a bitter smile. "It seems right said the Princess. We're too different. And better yet, this sense that's just beginning, we'll end it."

"No," Ibra immediately grabbed Ayleen's body. "I don't want us to separate." Not lost his fear of losing Ayleen, now the girl even split up.

"There's no other way, brother. We'd better split up." Although painful, Ayleen remained confident in his decision.

"No," Ibra shook her head as she tightened her embrace. "Give me some time, Ay. Give me some time to get out of the biker gang slowly. I promise to go to college with a real. Graduate soon and find a job so you can apply."

Give it time, but until when?

While they were still late with their own thoughts, there was a noise outside.

"Something's going on outside" Ayleen said, letting go of Ibra's embrace.

Brakkkk

Ayleen and Ibra were shocked as the door of the room opened violently.

"A-bang," murmured Ayleen. His body immediately trembled and his face pias saw the arrival of Aydin.

Likewise with Aydin, he was very shocked to see his sister alone with a man in the room. Both are on the bed at this time.

"Fuck, fucking lo." Aydin boarded the apoplexy, approached Ibra and immediately threw a punch. "Lo apain my brother, huh!" aydin. Pulling Ibra rough from the bed and beating her.

"Bang, stop Bang," cried Ayleen who was frightened. He felt sorry to see Ibra being beaten all out without any intention to fight back.

Ibra's friends were about to come forward to help the chairman, but Joko forbade him. "We don't have to interfere. If Ibra wants to, she can fight alone." It was almost Aydin was beaten by the Joker's son because it was considered to make a riot, fortunately there was Joko who knew Aydin, he was the one who broke up his friends.

His friends nodded and then snorted. Seeing Ibra who only resigned when beaten, makes them sure if the guy does not need help.

When Ibra fell on the floor, Aydin immediately turned his body, occupied the stomach and beat his face babis exhausted.

"Unfortunately, what have you done to my sister?" yelled Aydin while continuing to throw a punch. "Bags, biadap." Various kinds of oaths Aydin issued.

"I'm not in anything. Leen please, stop, Bang." Ayleen shouted hysterically while trying to hold Aydin's waist to stop hitting Ibra. He didn't see fresh blood coming out of Ibra's nose and mouth. "He could die, Bang. Quit..." She kept begging while crying

Aydin finally stopped. With a stingy breath, he looked at Ibra whose face was battered. Behind her, Ayleen was still crying while hugging her waist.

"Leen ain't nothing, Bang."

Aydin broke Ayleen's embrace and rose from the body of Ibra. Drawn Ayleen stood up and then gripped tightly by his arm.

"Aren't you?" aydin asked and was immediately answered with a nod of the girl's head. Aydin smiled bitterly, not expecting that his sister had become such a cheap girl. "So you're the one who wants to come to a place like this?"

Ayleen did not dare to answer, he just lowered his head. Actually it was not his wish, he was forced to for Ibra, but not forced.

"I forced him" Ibra said. Right now, not only did his face, chest and stomach also hurt from Aydin's punch his whole body was crumbling, but he did not want Ayleen to be scolded for coming here.

Ayleen. "I came alone, not forced."

Aydin looked at Ibra who was still lying on the floor with a bloody face. Kicking his stomach and pulling Ayleen's arm out. While at the door, he let go of Ayleen's hand, opened the jacket that his sister was wearing and threw it at Ibra's face.

"From this second on, don't ever bother my sister again. I don't want my brother hanging out with a delinquent like you."