The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 53

Waking up, the first thing Ayleen did was check his phone. And wow, his eyes were perfectly rounded seeing hundreds of messages and dozens of calls from Ibra. Last night he deliberately silenced his phone because he did not want to be disturbed.

Judging from the time, it seems like Ibra did not sleep all night. Almost every 10 minutes, Ibra always sends spam chat. And on average, it's an apology.

Ayleen had not finished reading all the messages, his phone vibrated. There's an incoming call from Ibra. Looks like the guy knows he's online, so call right away. Being still upset, without a second thought, Ayleen immediately lined it up.

Since there was a morning lecture, Ayleen immediately got ready. Come downstairs for breakfast with the backpack he had brought with him.

"You have a problem with Ibra?" mama Nara asked as Ayleen helped her prepare breakfast at the dinner table.

"Nothing." Ayleen Sahut.

"If there wasn't, why was yesterday crying? And yesterday, Ibra's tumben came here just a moment. Usually before visiting time runs out, don't want to go home."

"Ish, what the heck Mah, when visiting, like a hospital," Ayleen rolled his eyes to hear the term. This house has a curfew. When there is a playmate, the limit is only until 9. Even if you go out at night, 9 o'clock must be at home. Late 5 minutes, will get a penalty, deducted pocket money.

"Cie.yang yesterday finished prewed," teased Alfath while nudging his brother's shoulder. "Where did it go, cool? Where try to see. Must have, 1 or 2 photos did not take using HP Kak Leen." Though waking up earlier, seeing hundreds of messages from Ibra, Ayleen was willing to melt, eh Alfath even discussed prewed, auto kesel again the same Ibra.

"Oh yes, my mother forgot. Yesterday you were prewed, right? Tumben you don't make status?"

Ayleen was confused to answer. I said cancel, it felt so shameful.

"Yes, the tumben is not nyetatus," Alfath chimed in.

"Your friends, a little bit of nyetatus, a little bit of live" said Ayleen.

"If you were prewed yesterday, why didn't you go home together? You guys don't fight anymore, do you?" guess Mama Nara.

Ayleen let out a heavy sigh and dropped his butt in the dining chair. "Cancel," he mumbled.

"Cancel!" Pekik Aydin is pretty tight. "Can't you?"

After breakfast, Ayleen left immediately. Departing to campus on her own motorbike because Mama Nara today did not go to campus, she had a seminar outside the city, and will go alone with Septian's father.

Just arrived at the campus park, Ayleen was immediately visited by Ibra. The guy was deliberately waiting near the gate earlier, because Ayleen usually escorted Dad. Seeing Ayleen bring his own motorbike, he immediately tailed behind him to the parking lot. Parked the motorbike carelessly and approached Ayleen.

"Ay, I'm sorry about ya."

Ayleen didn't know anything. Toss the helmet and then just leave.

"Well, please, don't think gini dong." Ibra pulls Ayleen's wrist but is immediately knocked down by the girl. Staring at Ibra nyalang with pursed lips. "Don't put me in a dick like this. Angry with me, maki me, mukul also can, as long as not diem. I'm sorry about yesterday, I was wrong. Please, by the way, don't cuddle me."

"Why was yesterday so late?" ask Ayleen coldly.

"I'm a lot of work, too focused, so I don't look at the clock."

Ayleen smiled bitterly at Ibra's reply. "Fokus continues to work together. Don't focus on our wedding preparations." Ayleen's eyes began to glaze over if he remembered yesterday's incident. Why the effect, only he is enthusiastic about preparing for marriage. "You're the intention, don't you want to marry me?" He pointed at himself.

"Astaghfirullah Ay, let's say it. Yes clearly intention, intention really, nget, nget. More intent than any other world affair, even from the thesis, the inheritance, or whatever."

"Lying" Ayleen said, wiping away her tears. "You're not that artist." Ayleen left after saying that. And Ibra immediately chased him.

"Ay, don't go first dong." Ibra held Ayleen's wrist. "Don't go in our condition again marahan. We talk first, we clearin' our problem."

"Please."

"No, we'll solve our problems first."

"Detach, Brother. We've become a spectacle" Ayleen growled. Ibra looked around, and sure enough, some people noticed them. And he had to take Ayleen's hand off and let the girl go.