The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 38

"I go home first" Ayleen told his friends at the cafe. After the incident, every day Septian's own father picks up Ayleen from the cafe. And Raka, the guy is still reluctant every time he meets the boss. Lucky he wasn't fired.

While holding his father's arm, the two came out of the cafe. But when he got outside, Ayleen frowned when he did not see his father's car. "Where's Dad's car?"

"Dad take the motor." He answered while pointing at Ayleen's matic motorbike. "You don't want to, if tonight, I take you for a walk?"

"Walk? Wanna not?" Ayleen tapped his index finger on his forehead. "You dong." He smiled as he clenched his arms around his father.

They then walked to Ayleen's motorcycle in the parking lot. "Here I put it on." Dad tidied Ayleen's hair and put a helmet on the princess' head. "You still want to, first learn to ride a bike?" Ayleen tried to remember, but it seemed, back then he was so small, that he could not remember. "When learning to bike in the field, you cry to buy a helmet because you see a child who is cycling wearing a helmet. But once bought a helmet, you often cry. You know why?" Ayleen. "Because every time you want to wear a helmet, you always can't. You were 4 years old at the time, you couldn't fix the hook." I laughed when I remembered those moments.

"Definitely at that time, Dad was sprained by Leen?" guess Ayleen.

"Where there is, there is a Father always spinning when he sees you trying desperately to hook a helmet. But that's the ending, failing, then crying." Father planted both netra Ayleen while holding his shoulder. "But now, Daddy's daughter's grown up. Already pinter wearing a helmet, even have dared to date."

"Dad...." Rengek Ayleen who is embarrassed if it has begun to be glued about men.

Septian's father wore a helmet and climbed on the motorbike, as well as Ayleen, sitting in the back corner while hugging his father's waist.

"We're just muttering around here?"

"Come on, Dad," said Ayleen. "I nurut the white motorized prince anyway." Dad immediately chuckled, started the engine and left Mezra cafe.

They were muters not far from the Mezra cafe. Along the way, keep telling stories about Ayleen's childhood while laughing. Not infrequently Ayleen grunted when his embarrassing childhood was revealed by his father. Like when he wet the car, so afraid to see the clown in the red light.

Seeing that there was a meatball shop that was still open, Dad turned his bike and stopped in front of the store. "Would you eat meatballs?" Ayleen actually avoids eating close to bedtime. It's almost 11 o'clock now, eating meatballs? How's it going with the weight? "Come, won't be fat just eat a bowl of meatballs. Thanks for the sustenance to the merchant."

Ayleen could no longer refuse. Get off the motor and enter with my father into the shop that was quiet buyer.

"It's so quiet, Dad." Ayleen said as they waited for the order to be prepared. "Don't taste bad" he whispered, afraid of the seller.

"Not yet fretting can not judge first," said Father. "Usaha is like gini, sometimes quiet sometimes crowded. Yesterday when passing in front of Ibra's workshop, I saw a lot of people. Pinter him, but just opened a month more, but it's been a lot of."

"Maybe because he knows a lot. And that's all the motor kids."

"But I saw yesterday, more customers are girls. Maybe because the mechanic's handsome."

"Did the hell, Dad?" Ayleen immediately panicked while tugging at his father's arm. He had been to Ibra's workshop once, during the grand opening, and was accompanied by Alfath. After that never again. He and Ibra only met occasionally on campus. Going to college, with Mama Nara, coming home to Dad, like that every day.

"Ish, Daddy's a mute." Ayleen frowned while folding both arms in his chest. Though earlier he had been ketar-ketar, fearing Ibra teased the same customer. The risk of having a handsome guy is like gini.

Moments later, their meatballs and drinks came.

"Here's Dad cutting the meat." Dad pulled Ayleen's meatball bowl. Cut the jumbo-sized meatballs into small pieces. The thing he always did back then, when Ayleen was a kid.

"Leen is tired, Dad. I can cut my own meatballs." Ayleen just talked, but didn't stop what his father was doing.

"Dad knows," said Dad while looking at Ayleen for a moment. "But to me, you're still my little daughter."

"Dad..." Ayleen who was baper immediately hugged the waist of the father who was sitting next to him.

Finished cutting the meatballs, Dad pushed the bowl in front of Ayleen. The girl added soy sauce and chili, then ate it.

Septian's father noticed Ayleen eating. Without even knowing it, her tears melted. His little girl, who was an adult now, already knew love, there was even a man who had come to propose her.

He's been spending a lot of time on Ayleen lately. Rela took her anywhere, helped Ayleen work on a college project, to teach Ayleen the hardest techniques in making coffee, for fear of no longer being able to have a moment of togetherness like this with his daughter.

When the girl gets married, she will belong to her husband, not hers anymore. Seeing Ibra's smooth efforts, and the man looked serious about studying, making him sure that soon, Ibra would come back to propose to Ayleen. A few days ago while passing through Ibra's workshop, he heard a murottal sound coming from the workshop. It seems that in addition to working, Ibra also studied. The young man seemed to be very serious about wanting to immediately justify his daughter.

Ayleen who accidentally turned his head, was surprised to see his father shed tears. "Dad why?"

My father hastily wiped his tears. "Father, I'm just a pain." Unable to believe the father's answer, Ayleen scoops his father's meatballs and then tastes them.

"Lies, people don't care." Dad smiled wryly as his lie unfolded. "Dad why?" ask Ayleen again.

Septian's father touched Ayleen's head, tidied his hair and slipped it behind his ear. "Pad's daughter is already big. Though it feels like just yesterday Dad taught you 1 plus 1, but suddenly, already want to get married." Dad's tears came back, and he hurriedly wiped them away.

"Dad..." Ayleen hugged his father. Carry the atmosphere and follow the cry. Fortunately the stall was quiet, otherwise they would have been the center of attention. "Dad's still his first love, Leen."

"You know what a father fears most? It is to give his daughter to a man who has the title of her husband. Afraid that the princess he loved, whom he kept wholeheartedly like a diamond, he gave it to the wrong person. Afraid that his daughter wouldn't be treated the way she treated him." Ayleen sobbed, his father's shoulder wet with tears.

"You've heard of Leen, tired of waiting for a mate, not worth the tiredness of living with the wrong person. Expand the prayer istikharah, ask for instructions about your soul mate. When Ibra comes back later, the decision is in your hands."