The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 41

Ibra's motorbike entered his yard. Fired earlier, 2 guards immediately greeted when they saw him coming. Ibra hasn't been home for too long, and right now, she feels like a stranger in her own home. He grew up in this house.

"Let's go in," Ibra asked while holding Ayleen's hand. Before we got here, they stopped by the cake shop. Buying a hand even though Ibra had refused, but Ayleen's whining made him speechless other than assuring. "Remember, don't be heartbroken if they talk nonsense."

"Yes, yes," Ayleen looked up at Ibra with a smile. I don't know how many times the guy repeated the same words, Ayleen to memorize.

Ibra knew that if he had this jam, his family used to eat dinner, so when he entered, he went straight to the dining table. The door of his house is rarely locked other than at night, because outside there is a security guard.

"Sister." Shouted Haura who first saw the arrival of Ibra. Haura's shout made Pak Yusuf and Ratna's focus on food instantly diverted. They stared at Ibra who was holding a girl's hand.

Haura's eyes immediately sparkled to see her brother coming. Although Ibra was never kind to her, for some reason, Haura always wanted to be close to her brother. He wanted to get off the chair to get to Ibra, but was held back by his mother.

"If you eat, you can not go for a walk" Ratna told her daughter. Haura nodded, she was indeed educated to always be an obedient child.

Ibra said hello and invited Ayleen to his father. Ayleen's heart skipped a beat as the sight of Ibra's two parents fell on him. Ibra's father was already looking aged, but his line of sight was still visible. From this Ayleen can conclude if the good looks of Ibra came from his father. While his stepmother, Ayleen did not expect if he was very young, even seemed more suitable to be his son Mr. Joseph.

With slightly trembling hands, Ayleen placed the box of cake on the dining table with a friendly smile.

"So we stopped by the cake shop, Ibra said, Om likes tiramisu," said Ayleen.

"The sugar content of Mas Yusuf is high, he can not eat sweet, sweet" Ratna cynical.

"Well, if so, the cake is for Haula," said the plain boy.

"Haura also can not eat cake, later the teeth are hollow," said Ratna while staring at Haura. The boy immediately drowned. Dare not argue anything.

Ibra clucked bitterly, Never mind giving a guest, Ratna could not appreciate the gift. What kind of woman did her father marry.

"Well, we'll take her home." Ibra tries to encourage Ayleen. "Children in the workshop must have loved cakes." Ibra looked back at her father. "Know Well, this is Ayleen, Ibra's future wife." Ayleen extended his hand towards Mr. Joseph. But his hand was not immediately welcomed, because Mr. Yusuf was still a little surprised by the term wife candidate earlier. But moments later, Mr. Yusuf finally welcomed Ayleen's hand. With a smile, Ayleen immediately kissed the back of Ibra's father's hand.

"Sit down baby." Ibra pulls out a chair for Ayleen. But the girl hesitated, because the host did not allow her to sit down at all. She has not been introduced to Ibra's stepmother. "Sit down" Ibra repeated as she pushed Ayleen's shoulder gently. "No need to worry, this is my house."

Ratna seemed annoyed to hear Ibra call this her home. In addition, it is also a little offended because it feels absolutely not considered its existence. He's not introduced, as if it doesn't matter at all.

Ibra pulled the chair next to Ayleen and sat there. "Next month, Ibra wants to propose to Ayleen. So Ibra asked, Dad to accompany Ibra."

"Are you serious?" ask Mr. Yusuf.

"So seriously, that's why I brought Ayleen here, to introduce him to Daddy." Ibra clasped Ayleen's hand, showing her seriousness.

"Why do you want to go to Ibra?" chirps Ratna.

Ibra immediately threw a fierce gaze towards her stepmother. "What does aunty mean by that?"

"Yes aunt just said what it is. He wants to be proposed to you who are still in college. You haven't worked yet, you can be full of doang love," cynical Ratna with a smile of disdain.

Ibra wanted to refute Ratna's words, but Ayleen first held her arm while shaking her head. Right now, she still wants to hear Ibra's stepmother's babble.

"Oh.don't-don't you want to know Ibra is the son of a rich man," continued Ratna while staring at Ayleen cynically. "Just like today's girls, you can't see the rich ones."

It was very desirable for Ayleen to reverse Ratna's words. Isn't he like that, can't see the rich little, no matter how old, even the husbands of people, just mess around. Doesn't he have glass until he can talk like that.

"You work or go to college?" ask Mr. Yusuf.

"Lecture, Om," said Ayleen.

"Still in college, why do you think of marriage? Why not focus on college first, pursue the ideals. You're not after something from Ibrakan?"

"Well," cried Ibra loudly. Didn't accept the charges his father gave Ayleen.

"Be quiet, Father asked him, not you" pressed Mr. Joseph.

Ayleen clasped Ibra's hand with a smile. His lips said I could not speak without making a sound. But Ibra remained restless, fearing Ayleen sahit's heart.

"Yes must have lost Ibra's fortune" Ratna said. "Udah has the faces of the matrenya."

Ayleen just smiled in the same way. "Indeed, Brother Ibra has a treasure, right?" ask Ayleen plain pretender. "I don't even know if Brother Ibra has any treasure. All I know, Ibra is only a student who is pioneering the workshop business. Every day you have to fight for money to eat and tuition. Struggling on her own, earning her own money," Ayleen repeated his words as emphasis.