The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 50

Ratna entered the house with an annoyed face. How not, when driving Haura to school earlier, a lot of guardian mothers who openly looked at her cynically. Even he had heard someone call him a grandmother attached, annoying is not it. All this because of the Ibra application event yesterday that went viral. His absence with the husband, became the main highlight.

The video application is widely shared on social media. It was very easy for Ratna to see what the cover event was like yesterday, not to mention, there were some people who directly tagged her.

Netijen's comments are very true to make Ratna more inflamed. They made fun of her who was considered an evil stepmother. Not infrequently who said that his father did not attend certainly because his stepmother was forbidden. It seems like netizens immediately sped up to find out about their families, the proof of his social media account was immediately overrun by hatters. And forced, Ratna deactivated the comment field and privatized her account.

Just like Ratna, Yusuf also got an uncomfortable look from his subordinates in the office. He was sure, behind him, they were talking about it.

"Do I need to clarify something?" ask Riko, his assistant. "I can say if yesterday the Father and Mother are having business outside the city" suggested Riko.

Mr. Yusuf simply responded by raising his palm, which meant there was no need. Free he clarified, because they will still look for gaps to continue to ugly him.

Just as Riko resigned, Om Musa entered his room.

"Have you seen that viral video?" ask Moses while grinning.

"I have more work, you better go home, "push Mr. Yusuf.

Knowing that his brother was just pretending, instead of going, Om Moses instead sat down before Mr. Joseph.

"One Indonesian feels sorry for Ibra, but his own father does not, miris," said Om Musa. "Ibra is your son, Mas, your biological son. Can't you care a little about that kid?"

Mr. Yusuf rested his back in the chair and closed his eyes. Her relationship with Ibra began to deteriorate since she married Ratna. Ibra blatantly refused the marriage, but she did not care, still married Ratna.

"Ibra is actually a good boy, why is he so delinquent and unruly? It's because he's protesting against you, he's looking for your attention. Ever, after marrying Ratna, you had a heart-to-heart conversation with Ibra, never? Your world is filled only with your new wife, until you forget Ibra. Like iron, when he's a little crooked, you should straighten it, not even pressed until it's bent."

Mr. Yusuf was still faithfully silent, did not deny or agree with all the words of his brother.

"Harta relics of his mother, already divided. I hope, I'm not doing anything by asking for Ibra's rights. That's right, Mas shouldn't have to ask for a share, give it all to Ibra. 2 more months, Ibra will get married, I hope, Mas wants to come that day." Moses went away after revealing his heart which he had been watching for many years. Because actually, he also did not agree that his brother was married to Ratna.

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It turns out that the viral application video, brings its own blessing to Ibra. The motorbike shop is getting crowded. The main increase occurs in female customers. Maybe they want to get acquainted with the handsome joker members. The workshop has turned into like a joker basecamp because Ibra adds employees due to consumer flooding. If it used to be just him, Reza and Diki, now plus Rio, Bono and Noval.

"It's often like this Mrs Bos" Reza said. He immediately sipped the iced coffee that looked like that seger. "The coffee made by Bu Bos is the most beautiful," he said.

Ibra and Ayleen went into the workshop to have lunch together, while the others would take turns eating.

"You cook, Ay?" ibra asked as Ayleen opened his food box. And instantly, a savory scent immediately smelled.

"Yes, I'm on vacation today." Ayleen scoops the food and feeds it to Ibra. "Lusa don't forget, we have a prewedding photo session."

"Hem, remember," Ibra nodded slowly.

"Not that spirit?"

"Dear spirit, baby" Ibra pulls Ayleen's nose. "Ak again dong," he opened his mouth wide to receive a bribe from the lover.

Ibra and Ayleen finally agreed to hold a marriage contract at home by inviting relatives, friends and neighbors. Om Musa gave a loan of money to Ibra which will later be replaced when it can cash out the time deposit money belonging to his mother. Actually Septian's father refused Ibra's money, he wanted to finance the marriage, but Ibra obviously objected. So taken the middle, the cost is borne by both parties.

"Don't bring food here often."

"Why?" Ayleen frowned. "Nice?"

"Because it's too good, so don't. I did not want to share them," Ibra pointed her chin at her friends.

"Marrel."

"Not stingy, not sincere cuisine would-be wives enjoyed them too." Ayleen only chuckled at hearing that.

"Basic possessive," Ayleen grumbled.

"Biarin," Ibra grabbed Ayleen's shoulder. "Misone yourself beautiful." He looked at Ayleen's face. It was very desirable for her to kiss those tempting looking pink lips. But he held it because he promised to take his first kiss when it was halal. "You will be finished when we are lawful" furious Ibra who desperately held back.

Ayleen just chuckled at Ibra's expression.