The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 40

The more noon, the workshop more crowded, fortunately Fikri had returned home from college, so it had begun to help Reza. Ayleen sat in the cashier's seat, playing with his cell phone while waiting for Ibra who was taking a shower.

Moments later, when the bathroom door opened, the fragrant aroma of soap and shampoo immediately smelled. Ayleen looked at Ibra who had just come out of the bathroom while rubbing her wet hair with a towel.

Really great, many pantesan who have a crush.

"Waiting for a while?" ask Ibra. But there was no response, because the girl in front of him was daydreaming while looking at him. Ibra could not help but smile. Blow Ayleen's eyes until the girl flutters. "Dream Neng, charmed by Brother huh?" ledek Ibra while holding back laughter.

"Neither," said Ayleen with a reddened face in embarrassment. Curse yourself in the heart, it may be discovered Ibra when fascinated.

"Why, am I handsome when I take a shower? Moreover, his hair is still wet like this," he said while touching the hair. "It's a good thing to wear clothes, if not, you can be more fascinated, Yang." Ayleen chuckled at the sweetness of his girlfriend. But it is undeniable, he was indeed fascinated earlier.

Ibra pulls the plastic chair in front of Ayleen. Sit there and hand the towel to her lover. "Help me want my hair dong."

"Swept."

"Once in a while spoiled same girlfriend does not papa right?"

Ayleen took a towel from Ibra's hand, rubbed the guy's hair while slightly massaged to make it more relaxed. Ibra must be tired lately. College while working, it's not easy. Especially when the guy started working on the thesis.

"No boy?" ask Ayleen.

"Banget" said Ibra, closing his eyes. Enjoying Ayleen's massage on his head. Stress and fatigue slowly disappear, changing with a sense of comfort that gradually brings drowsiness. "Later if you're married, want to ask diginiin every day, will wash it every day."

"Yes every day."

"Yes, 3 times a day is not going to be once every day."

"Yee.it's a maruk." Sahut Ayleen while pushing Ibra's shoulder slowly.

"Well, what else, his wife's people are so cute. Where's the..." Seloroh Ibra while chuckling softly.

After Ibra's hair was quite dry, Ayleen ended the activity. Handed the towel back to Ibra who was then put back into the bathroom by the guy. No need for a comb, because his hair is short, Ibra only needs to tidy up with fingers. But the thing is, it's so cute too.

"You haven't eaten, Ay?" ibra asked and was immediately answered with a slab by Ayleen. "Do you want rice? Rice field across from the workshop yummy loh. The price is also cheap, the portions are many, want not? Or do you want to eat out? We're going to the tomb a little late afternoon, it's hot at this hour."

"Tell the field if so."

"Wait here, I bought it. We'll eat here." Ayleen shook his head quickly as he moved from his seat.

"Follow." He approached Ibra and immediately grabbed her arm. Afraid of being teased by girls again there, so it's safer, just intilin.

"It's hot, you've been stupid here."

"No, I'm coming along." Press Ayleen while glaring. "Entar Brother seduced another girl there." Ibra suddenly laughed at Ayleen's possessiveness. But honestly, he likes it.

Ibra took the marker pen on the cashier's desk and handed it to Ayleen. "You write here." He pointed at his own forehead. "This chowok belongs to Ayleen. Let no one get fooled anymore."

Ayleen chuckled at his lover's ridiculous idea. How could he cross the handsome face of Ibra. "Udah let's go." He put the marker pen back on the table and pulled Ibra's arm out.

"Remain sure, don't want to write ownership on my head?" kelakar Ibra's.

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In the afternoon, they headed for Ibra's mother's grave. Stop by to buy flowers in front of the tomb and enter. Mother's grave is quite far from the entrance, but fortunately, this afternoon is a bit cloudy, so it is not too hot. Ayleen had already brought the hijab from the house, so while heading towards the tomb, he was already wearing his instant hijab. As Ibra said, she was more beautiful when she was in the hijab.

Amalia Puspita, Ayleen read the name engraved in the gravestone. He and Ibra squatted and sprinkled flowers over the tomb.

Ibra recites a prayer for alm. Her mother's. Letter of Alphatiah and some short letters. Ayleen who also prayed became less solemn because of the reading of the letter Ibra. Didn't expect that the guy's reading was so good.

After praying, Ibra touched her mother's headstone with a smile.

"Today, Ibrahim didn't come alone, Mom, Ibrahim took his future wife, her name was Ayleen." He looked at Ayleen with a smile. "She's so pretty, Mom?" Ayleen smiled at Ibra's praise. "If she smiles, there are dimples on her cheeks, similar to Mom's. Ayleen's son Bu Kinara, Mom's friend. If only mother was still there," Ibra's eyes began to glaze over, remembering the alm. Her mother's. "Mom would have liked her. Just like Mom, she is also a coffee lover, the difference is, you can only enjoy coffee, but Ayleen is also good at concocting coffee. He's a great barista. Barista's most beautiful girl Ibrahim's ever met."

Seeing Ibra shed tears, Ayleen picked up the tissue in the bag and handed it to her.

"Look, Mom, Mom's daughter-in-law is very considerate. I don't have to worry about Ibrahim anymore, after this, someone will take care of Ibrahim. Some will eat, sleep and others." After a long story about Ayleen, they left the tomb.

"Sister..." Call Ayleen when they're in the parking lot.

"What?" ibra asked while pulling Ayleen's helmet. Seeing the girl hesitant to say it, she became curious. "What the hell is it?"

"Aren't you going to recognize me for Brother's Dad?" Ibra who was about to hook the helmet immediately stopped. Not that he did not want to introduce, but was afraid that his Father and stepmother would let out words that hurt Ayleen. He knew what their temperament was like, especially his stepmother. Since their quarrel that day, he and his father never communicated again.

"More time." Ibra hooked the helmet and climbed onto the bike.

"Why not today? Isn't Brother's house not far from this tomb?"

"Let's go up," Ibra turned on the motor. No more talking about this.

"Isn't that day, Dad asked Brother to bring family when applying. So sooner or later, Father Brother has to know about us." But Ayleen was still pressing.

Ibra breathed a heavy sigh. This was also what was still troubling his mind. He is very lazy to connect with his father, but after all, he is still his father. And when applying or getting married, the man should know.

"Whatever your relationship may be, he's still a father, brother." Ayleen said as he rubbed Ibra's arm slowly.

Ibra turned off the engine and looked at Ayleen. "All right, we're there. But before that, can you promise me."

"What?"

He took one hand from Ayleen and held it. "You will not enter into the heart of their words. And whatever they say, nothing will change from our relationship."

"Yes, I promise."

"Alright, after Magrib, we're there. Now mending we light a snack then to the mosque praying magrib. After that, go to my house." Ayleen immediately nodded in agreement. He put on a helmet and got on the bike.

"By the way, my brother was very good reading his short letter" Ayleen said.

"Beyond? But good dong, so can spit-cepet come to propose." Ibra is not the one who cannot pray or njai. He can, from childhood, also have taught privately. His mother called a special njai teacher to teach him. It's just that it's been a long time since leaving, so it's a little forgotten.