The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 4

Romi and his girlfriend apologized to Ayleen. Not because of pure regret, more to not want to dance because of the Joker's son. Apologizing was over, the two of them immediately left the cafeteria.

Ibra took off her jacket and thrust it at Ayleen. Not immediately accepted, Ayleen even stared confusedly at the jacket.

"Wear this," said Ibra.

"That's okay, sister," Ayleen refused, shaking his head.

Ibra leaned towards Ayleen. "Daleman you sneak," he said near Ayleen's ear. Without thinking twice, the girl immediately pulled Ibra's jacket and put it on. The smell of typical men's perfume immediately smelled in Ayleen's nose. The jeans felt like they wanted to swallow his body because of its large size. But better than the floor looks people.

"What do you want to eat, let my cool friends?" bargain Ibra.

Fikri and Reza who were there looked at each other while frowning in wonder. Ibra speaking my language you, wow, this is amazing.

"I'm full" said Ayleen.

"Loh, instead of you saying Laper Leen, he said he wanted soto," said Dian.

Ayleen immediately turned to Dian and glared at him. Without being told, Reza who understood immediately went to order soto, while Fikri looked for an empty seat.

"We sit there yuk," Ibra asked when she saw Fikri waving at her. Quickly the guy gets an empty table. But Ibra doesn't care, either ngusir who's sitting there or what, the important thing is to get a table.

"I-I'm going to the toilet, sister," Ayleen intends to run away.

"You're not fit to lie." Ibra's speech made Ayleen who just turned back not so step. "Have a go instead of brownies that day" Ibra continued.

Brownies? Dian frowned. If you're talking about that day, it's not the first time Ayleen has interacted with Ibra, but why hasn't his best friend ever told you about it? I think he should go deeper after this.

At a table that Fikri had chosen, the five of them gathered. If Ibra and her friends seem relaxed, unlike Ayleen, she looks restless. His hunger suddenly disappeared and the soto that entered his mouth felt bland. Either there is a problem with his tongue or the cook forgets to give salt. Not to mention Ibra who was blatantly staring at him, making the girl like a dead flea.

"Ati ati sprain meatballs," ledek Reza. Since then he noticed, Ibra only focused on staring Ayleen, not meatballs in front of him.

"Your class is done?" ask Ibra.

"Live 1," said Ayleen, stirring orange ice and sipping it slowly.

"I'll come home later."

"No, don't go" Ayleen refused. "I brought a motor."

Dian had been watching Ayleen, not usually his best friend was restless like this. But who would not be nervous if faced with a guy as cool as Ibra, inner Dian.

"Udah would like to, motorcycle business, I'll bring it," Fikri joined the conversation.

"Yes Njel, please. It's like a jacpot. Rarely, Ibra wants to bring girls home," said Reza. "Party of Princess Doang. Aww.." -..." The guy groaned as Fikri kicked his leg. Not only that, Fikri also glared at him. No morals indeed the boy, already know his friend pdkt, uh.malah call another girl.

"Angelkan's name?" Reza pointed at Ayleen.

"His name is Leen, Ayleen," Dian said. "However, play change people's children's names only. Scolded her mom just found out." Ayleen immediately nudged Dian's arm. He did not want Dian until he said that his mother was the Dean of the MIPA faculty.

"So your name is Ayleen?" tanya Ibra and immediately embraced by Ayleen.

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After the last class was over, Ayleen came out with Dian. It felt relieved after finishing the lecturer kiler class. But the leg did not last long, his steps stopped to see the existence of Ibra not far from his classroom. The man leaned against the wall while staring at him. And most made him salting, Ibra waved at him. Inevitably, it provoked the attention of Ayleen's friend. They didn't think Ayleen was quiet, close to a campus rascal.

When Ibra walked up to him, it felt like Ayleen just ran away, but what was later attracted attention. For some reason, every time he saw the man, he was immediately nervous. His heart was suddenly insecure, beating very fast.

"Have you finished your class?"

"Su-already Brother," said Ayleen while looking down. Staring at Ibra will only make it more groggy.

"I'll take yuk."

"I brought a motor."

"I drove to the parking lot that means," said Ibra while holding back a laugh.

"Hahaha, oops." Dian instantly covered her mouth with a palm as Ayleen and Ibra compactly looked at her. Oh, my God, he could be as crazy as he was. At such an awkward moment, the goddess of fortune sided with Dian, from a distance, she saw, Clouds, her lover is waving at her. "I'm leaving first, Leen" she said.

"But Di_"

"Excuse me, sister," Dian ran over to her lover, leaving Ayleen with Ibra. Making Ayleen no choice, except to accept Ibra's offer to take him to the parking lot. Whether it's just his feelings or right, some pairs of eyes like they are locking the gaze towards both of them. Really, this makes him uncomfortable.

"Just feel it, just relax" Ibra said, making Ayleen look at her. How could the man know his heart?

Arriving at the parking lot, Ayleen made a shock when he saw the motorbike tire maticnya deflated. Even though it was when leaving there was no problem, why suddenly deflated.

He immediately looked at Ibra sharply. "It's really bad, Brother deliberately crammed my motorcycle tires?"

Accused like that, making Ibra just plonga plongo because it does not feel like doing it. "It's so dirty" Ayleen sneered with a cynical smile.

"I swear, not me."

"I'm disappointed in Brother. Just because I want to go home, use how to grind my motorcycle tires." Ayleen let out a rough breath and guided his motor.

"I swear it's not me Ay." Ibra held back the back of Ayleen's motorbike for the woman to stop walking.

"Yes, not you. But you tell your friend, what's the point? Take off my bike, I want to go home." Ayleen could not guide the bike because Ibra's hand was still holding the back of the bike. The motor cannot move at all. "I said loose," Ayleen snapped.