The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 59

Finally the day that Ibra was waiting for came. After a week of enduring longing due to an annoying ritual called pingitan, today she will be able to look back at the face of her heart. The longing that has lifted up the mountain. Which makes him sleepless and not appetite. Because it's always Ayleen's face.

With a body wrapped in white color complete with blangkonnya, his mouth continues to commat-kamit memorizing the pledge of kabul ijab. He was determined to recite it in one breath to look cool in the eyes of Ayleen and all the invitations. Therefore, he must memorize it out of his head.

Outside the workshop, his friends sounded boisterous. Plus the exciting sound of a simple motor that makes the location the center of attention of anyone who passes because of its crowd. Hundreds of men and women in batik clothes and dozens of sports motorcycles and cars lined the side of the road, a sight that is very rarely encountered.

"Bro, how about, what time do you leave?" ask Fikri who went inside.

"At that time, wait for Om Musa with the rest of the family. They are still on the way" said Ibra.

"Lo face is tense, relax," Thought patted Ibra's shoulder a few times. "Btw, who's under strain too?"

"Damn lo," said Ibra while glaring. While Fikri, looked satisfied laughing at him.

"If you get tense too papa, later tonight let's make the same glue Ayleen."

"Basic slovenly brain." Ibra stuck to Fikri's head slowly.

"Get out, join the others" asked Fikri.

Ibra nodded, along with Fikri, she came out from inside the workshop. Ibra gawked at the sight of so many people in the courtyard of her workshop. Not only the joker's son he knows, but many others he doesn't.

"The next gang will follow too. I can't refuse, sorry." Said Fikri while grinning and scratching his head.

"Woe, Bro." Bimo, the two biker gangs next door shouted while shaking hands. He walked over to Ibra after the trouble of finding a way because it was too crowded. "Crazy, brother Ibrahim wants to get married." Bimo punched Ibra's arm slowly while laughing. "We also do not want to miss ngenterin dong. Yes no guys," cried Bimo while looking at his average men who came to bring a partner. That's why more and more people are coming.

Ibra did not expect if their relationship improved again after some time ago, there were problems even to clash. After the night Ayleen collapses and Ibra goes to Bimo's headquarters to sell a motorcycle, the relationship between the two sides begins to improve. Although that day, Ibra was severely blasphemed while dropping his pride by selling motorcycles to enemies.

"Thank you Bro, for your support for me." Ibra replaces punching softly Bimo's shoulder.

"We have a surprise for you" said Bimo.

"What?"

"Guys point," cried Bimo. His friends immediately stepped aside, showing Ibra's motorcycle that Bimo had bought. The bike was decorated with a few flowers to make it look like a bridal motorbike. "Gue knows the motor means a lot to you and there is a history value. Today I'm good again, so I pinjemin make your vehicle to the bride's house."

"Thaks yes, Bro." Ibra hugged Bimo while patting him on the shoulder several times.

"Eist, from the joker there is also a prize for the former chairman," Fikri did not want to lose.

"Taraa..." Shouted Reza, Diki and the others. Indicates the new output matic motor is black.

"Our-us joint venture results. Let's not use that butut lo motor again. To my horror, the road was like a grandfather's reot, afraid of breaking down on the road," Fikri mocked a used motorcycle for 10 million that Ibra bought a few months ago.

"Thank you a lot." Ibra wiped away the tears while hugging Fikir. "Guys, thank you, yes" he yelled at the Joker's children.

Finally what was waiting came. A minibus stopped at the garage. Ibra knew it was Om Musa's car. It was seen that Moses and the rest of the family got out of the car. But other than the male nuclear family, and the Aunty Sejah family, there was another seoang. Joseph, yes, the man was with Om Moses.