The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 44

Ayleen thrusts a cup of chocolate ice on Ibra. Sitting next to the man then poked his chocolate ice. Looking at Ibra who had been silent since then, even the chocolate ice from him had not been tasted at all. Today, both are in a garden near Ibra's house.

Ayleen patted her shoulder. "Tonight I'm making a pinjemin, brother. I want to cry."

Ibra smiled bitterly as she looked at Ayleen. "I'm not a bad boy."

"Any child is a child who can cry? Everyone can cry. A hero, a leader, even a strong bodybuilder, who is able to lift hundreds of kilos, can also cry. The origin is still in its portion, not protracted. To me," Ayleen placed the brown ice next to him and grabbed Ibra's hand and held it. "Sister is still a real man despite his cry."

Ibra dropped her head on Ayleen's boat, along with that, her tears shed. "You're very lucky, Ay. You have a good family, who love you very much. He has a great father, a loving mother, and a brother like a guardian angel. As for I_" Ibra was unable to continue her words. Too stifling to remember all the treatment of her father. And her stepmother, is not worth mentioning at all. "I don't have anyone to call family."

Ayleen didn't want to cry. Wanted to be a booster for Ibra, but she wasn't that strong. The stifling words from Ibra's lips, in fact, made her cry.

"Sister still has me," Ayleen tightened his hand. "And in a moment, me and my family, will be family, Brother." He didn't want Ibra to feel alone anymore.

"Losing someone we love hurts a lot. I've felt it when Mom's gone for good. I don't want to feel pain like that anymore. Don't ever leave me, Ay." Ibra raised her face, looking at Ayleen.

"We'll always be together."

"Until death do us part?"

Ayleen shook his head with a smile. "Until jannah." Letting go of Ibra's hand and wiping the boy's tears.

Ibra stumbled on his sobs. Grab Ayleen's hand on his cheek and kiss him. "I love you, Ay."

"I am too."

Ibra clasped Ayleen's hand, returned to lay her head on the girl's shoulder. "This is the most comfortable backrest." He said while closing his eyes.

"But not for long, pegel."

"Promise?" Ayleen raised his pinky.

"Hem, promise." Ibra links their little fingers.

"Review if you dare to minjemin my backrest on another girl," threatened Ayleen while glaring. "Daughter, Delisa, I don't know who else. There are so many girls who are fussing over you."

"Resiko being a handsome guy is like gini," continued Ibra while chuckling. "You're more beautiful when you're jealous." He said as he tilted his head, looking at Ayleen who was leaning on his shoulder.

Ayleen opened his lips, raised his head while taking the brown ice next to him. "Look at this, the ice melts to the horror of your dread." Show her ice and suck it.

Ibra could not help but laugh. When Ayleen finished sucking, he grabbed the ice and sucked it.

"That's mine," sewot Ayleen. "I didn't buy it yet."

Ibra took the ice next to her and gave the ice she had not been drinking at all to Ayleen.

"Former lips, as good as this, let alone direct lips." Ibra's curse made Ayleen wrong. Throwing a glance in the other direction while drinking Ibra's ice. "Have you ever kissed, Ay?"

"Ish, what the hell is like that," sewot Ayleen. "Most Brother is a pro" he guessed.

"Do you want me to teach you?" Ayleen reflexively looked at Ibra with a dislike look. "Kid you dear." Ibra continued while ruffling Ayleen's head.

"Not funny."

"Yes, yes sorry. The secret is outrageous." Ibra tidied Ayleen's hair while tucking it behind her ear. "I'll take your first kiss when we're halal. Huft," he then let out a rough breath. "I can't wait to get rid of you." By the way, making Ibra think about the cost.