The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 33

Ibra compressed her face with an ice bag filled with ice cubes. The wounds on his body were nothing compared to his concern for Ayleen. That girl must be in trouble right now. Stupid, he should have taken Ayleen home, not even to the basecamp. If only he hadn't brought Ayleen basecamp, it probably wouldn't be like this in the end. But everything that has happened, like anything, will not be able to change what has happened.

Ibra put the ice bag on the table and took her cell phone. Trying to contact the girl but over and over again, only the voice of the operator she heard. Dozens of chats that he sent since this morning, also only tick one, it looks like Ayleen's phone is not active. He turned to open the gallery, seeing dozens of photos of Ayleen there.

"I miss you Ay." Ibra touched on Ayleen's photo which she made wallpaper. Though only a few hours he did not meet Ayleen, but it feels very bad. "Hopefully you don't get into trouble" he murmured as he put the phone back on the table. As he closed his eyes, his apartment bell rang. Could it be Ayleen who came? Or his brother who still wants to make calculations.

Ibra came down from the couch. Walking towards the door while holding his stomach which was painful due to Aydin's blow.

When opening the door, it was not Ayleen let alone his family, but the Princess who came.

"Gosh, Bra." He screeched when he saw the bruise on the guy's face. She was told by Reza that Ibra was injured by beating her brother Ayleen. But he didn't expect it to be this severe.

"Well, why are you here?" tanya Ibra flat.

"Gue Denger from Reza, you're hurt. So I came to do lo." The princess was about to enter but Ibra got in the way by sliding her body towards the middle of the door.

"Gue doesn't worry, you don't have to worry. Right now, I want to put myself. So sorry, I don't accept guests." Ibra was about to close the door again, but the Princess held her back.

"Wait a minute." The girl opened her bag and took the medicine out of there. "It's a painkiller, drink it."

"Thank you." Ibra took the medicine and closed the door. Go back to the sofa and drop the weight of his body slowly there.

Ibra stared at the medicine from the Princess while smiling bitterly. He doesn't need this medicine, he just needs Ayleen, just the girl. Without thinking for a long time, he threw the medicine into the trash can next to the sofa.

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Three days had passed, Ibra was made even more upset because he had no news from Ayleen. The phone is still inactive. Either he's not activated or he's blocked. And Joko said, since that day, Ayleen did not come to campus. This morning, even though the bruise on her face had not gone away, she was reckless to come to campus.

"Sister Ibra." Dian was surprised when he just got parked, already visited by Ibra. The girl's forehead shriveled at Ibra's facial bruises.

"Can you please call Ayleen on your phone?" Ibra did not want to speak stale first, immediately expressed his purpose to come to the girl.

"Ayleen," murmured Dian.

"Yes, Ayleen. Please call him."

"I haven't been able to contact him since 2 days ago, brother." Ibra clucked slowly. Though his last hope is only Dian, but apparently, the girl also does not know the news of Ayleen. "She didn't go to college for 2 days either."

Ibra was worried, what really happened to Ayleen? Given their last chat, could Ayleen really want to end the relationship? Or is the girl in a position not to reach him?

"Well, why are you here?" ask Raka cynically. "Lo, I got mad at Mr. Asep and almost got fired."

"Sorry" said Ibra lightly. Although his lips said sorry, but his face did not look earnest, making Raka growled. "Ayleen's not here?"

"You're just here to find out more about Leen, mending home. Here's coffee sales, not information sales." Sahut Raka while smiling sideways.

"I've already taken the espresso one. Same brownie lumer." After taking down Ibra's order, Raka immediately left. If only he could not remember the buyer was king, Raka would have thrown him out.

"He's Ayleen's nyariin?" ask Abdi as Raka approaches him. Since then, he had secretly noticed the interaction between Ibra and Raka. He also told Aydin that Ibra had come to the cafe.

"Yes" said Raka, turning to Ibra. "I'm so sorry I'm with him."

"Don't blame him. You are wrong too. I knew I could trust Ayleen nganterin every day, but not even done. That's his name, you can't keep trust. I'm going to work, I want to make him a special coffee." Abdi's eyes continued to focus on looking at Ibra.

"Special?" Raka frowned.

"Special use cyanide." Raka was in shock. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was wide open. "That's your expression, I'm kidding," Abdi to the bells.

"I think it's real." Raka breathed a sigh of relief. "So, I like Ayleen. I want to miss a rival forever."

"Gue still has faith."

"Aamiin's."

"Unclearly," whispered Abdi as his hand held the cup. Raka rushed to escape from the rampage of her senior.

After her order came, Ibra grinned bitterly staring at the melted brownie. Recalling the beginning of his encounter with Ayleen, the girl gave him a lumer brownie.

"I miss you Ay."

Ibra took a photo of a brownie and sent it to Ayleen's number. No matter the girl saw the order or not, at all times, she still kept sending messages.

What are you doing, have a meal, have a good night, good morning, I love you, I miss. The sentence was never absent he sent to Ayleen's number. During these 3 days, it might have been hundreds of chats that he sent. Even if he ticks 1, he doesn't care.

[I'm at the Mezra cafe. The first place we met. Again eat brownies while remembering the beginning of our meeting. I miss you Ay, I'm really missing. ]