The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 39

"Sir Ibra, his face is oiled." Said the young girl who had been glaring at Ibra who was serving his motorbike. He picked up a tissue in a bag and squatted near Ibra, wiping her face without excuse.

"No need, justin," Ibra refused. Trying to shake the girl's hand.

"No papa I'm clean." His force while rubbing Ibra's cheek using a tissue.

"I said no" Ibra held the girl's wrist. Sighing in rough breath while looking at him. A look that implied his dislike. "Dam." In a hurry, he threw out the girl's hand and stood up. Approaching Ayleen who was standing in front of the workshop. I don't know since when the girl was there, which must be at this moment, her gaze implied anger. "Well, how come it's here? Mom-don't you say you'll be home by 2, will you?" Ibra gets nervous for fear of Ayleen misunderstanding. Last morning Ayleen did tell if this afternoon came home at 2. Ibra has obtained permission to pick up Ayleen because he wants to take her to his mother's grave. But it's still 12, but the girl just showed up.

"So you think it's behind me?" ayleen asked as he looked at Ibra's nanar.

"You misunderstood, dear." Ibra grabbed Ayleen's hands and held them. "It's not what you think."

"Then what was it like? I see you, Brother held his hand while looking at him."

"Yes that's right, ta_"

"Stay right," Ayleen pulled his hand from Ibra's grasp violently.

"I'm not done talking about it yet." He was about to grab Ayleen's hand but first the girl kept her hand away.

"Sir Ibra, what is my bike, how is it left so?" the girl who was with Ibra. Her name was Delisa, the son of the owner of the building that Ibra contracted. He looked at Ayleen fiercely and then approached them. "Who is he?" ketus tanyanya.

"My wife's candidate."

Delisa immediately glared with her mouth gaping wide. Staring at Ayleen from top to bottom with a gaze like he was judging. Likewise with Ayleen, his eyes looked at the girl who managed to make him jealous.

"Ay, this is Delisa, her son who owns this place. He's here to service the bike" Ibra introduced. But neither Ayleen nor Delisa, it seems like no one wants to get acquainted.

"Sir Ibra is still in college, how do you have a wife?" delisa asked with a stale face.

"What if you're still in college can't have a wife?" ibra said with a smile. "If you can't, it's still High School. If Brother, marriage now is also possible, already 19 years and above." Ibra then grabbed Ayleen's hand and grabbed it. "Let's go in." He pulled Ayleen's hand into the workshop room.

"Sister Ibra, what is my bike?" delisa shouted while stomping her legs.

"Za, run out of it, work Delisa's bike," Ibra exclaimed at Reza who again improved another bike.

"Ready, boss," Reza said. "Beautiful bell, this is over Brother, wait a moment." Instead of answering, Delisa instead looked up. "Yeah, don't frown so dong, later cute. Udah, do not think Ibra, you think 7 days 7 nights, even up to 7 full moon, Ibra still no one has. His love Ibra has stopped. Like the word, if the room, already full of content is the same Ayleen, you want to nyempil anywhere, already can not, has run out of place. Mending to my heart, still empty, still vast, as wide as the Pacific ocean."

"Bodo very," said Delisa. "I want to go home." He glanced at Ayleen and Ibra at a glance and then left.

"Her motorcycle?" shout Reza.

"Anterin if it's finished" he said without looking.

Meanwhile, Ayleen was looking around the inside of the workshop. The contents are definitely oil and spare parts motor. There is also a cashier table with chairs.

"To the toilet yuk." Ayleen was shocked when Ibra pulled her hand towards the toilet in the corner of the room.

"How can I squirm like that?"

"Do you know what to try inside the toilet? I don't like it, I'm like Ibra." There was an angry look mixed with disappointment on Ayleen's face.

"How do you think?" Ibra back nanya. "You don't think I'm gonna go bawling in the toilet, do you?" guess it.

"What else try if you don't jump into it." Sahut Ayleen ketus while pursing his lips.

"Gosh, Ay." Ibra chuckled while shaking. "Look at your hand." Ayleen reflexively looked at his hand, only to realize that his hand was very dirty, black and oily. "I want you to wash your hands. Because I'm holding it, your hands are getting dirty."

Ayleen's face immediately flushed in embarrassment. He might think of nothing. Though all this time, Ibra has never fouled the nonchalant, even a lip kiss, they never even though it has been a few months officially soan.

"It's like that pervert's your mind, '" ledek Ibra. "Yes code, have the spitters halted?" ask her while raising one eyebrow.

"Ish, what the hell, not clear." Ayleen who was wrong, immediately gawked into the toilet. But about to take the soap, Ibra first took it. He lifted Ayleen's palm and gave him some soap.

"Let me wash it." Ibra rubbed both of Ayleen's hands using her hands.

"I'm not a kid at times, can wash my own hands." His words sounded like rejection, but his body language, showing absolutely no rejection, resigned.

"All of you wash your hands. More craving soap, 2 hands can be clean with one wash, really not?" Ayleen just blushed his lips. Snirling soap is said, even though the mode, let it be able to hold hands. "On that matter, don't be jealous." Ibra said while rinsing their hands in the sink. "My heart is only for you."

"It's for me, but his hands are for all girls" Ayleen said. Walking out of the toilet leaving Ibra.

"You know what, why did I hold her wrist? Let him stop touching my face. I'm not comfortable being touched by another girl, Ay. I want to just touch you." Ibra grabbed Ayleen's palm and put it on her face. "Not only my heart, but my body is for you."

Ayleen flicked his lips, "Start the zombie."

"Let's make you smile" said Ibra as he chuckled. "Do you like it when it's combinable?"

"No," Ayleen denied as he pulled his hand from Ibra's face.

"Lied, the proof is a smile," led Ibra while pointing at Ayleen's face.

"What the hell, Brother Ibra." Ayleen turned his back in shame.

"Cie, cie..salting..." Ibra moved to the front of Ayleen while looking at the face of the girl who looked down. "His face, red. Melt the heart of brother dreadlocks Abang." That guy was so happy to tease Ayleen.

"Sister Ibra," whined spoiled Ayleen. He who was embarrassed intended to cover his face with the palm of his hand, but it was void when he saw his palm back dirty. "Well, dirty again. This must be because of Big Brother's dirty face."

Ibra chuckled at Ayleen's annoyed face. "You don't need to be angry, I wash his hands again."

"Mouthing mode from earlier."

"How else, who is modusin like," Ibra chuckled.