The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 6

It has become suratan, if the weekend is not as crowded as the weekend, such is the atmosphere in the Mezra cafe. It's not so crowded tonight because it's not the weekend. If usually at times like this, Ayleen prefers to chat with Ajeng in the pantry, not with tonight. The girl remained standing in her place while watching the cafe visitors.

Is he waiting for Ibra? The answer is yes. He didn't understand how he felt at the moment. But one thing's for sure, he's hoping Ibra comes along. It's almost 9 o'clock, but the man hasn't seen the trunk of his nose yet.

"Aren't you going home, Leen?" tanya Abdi, the barista who today works the afternoon shift. Usually at this hour, Ayleen is ready to go home. His parents did not allow him to come home too late.

"Before more."

"Again waiting for someone?" Abdi felt that since then, Ayleen kept staring at the door. Like waiting for someone.

"No," lied Ayleen. He's still there, even until the clock has shown at 9:30 p.m. Not yet moved from the front of the coffee maker with a feeling of anxiety.

You were hoping for Leen too much. Too naive to be a girl. He's just ngibbling. Popular guy like him, a lot of girls. You are still baper with his words. Come on, Leen, there's no point thinking about him, let alone waiting for him.

Ayleen sighed deeply then threw it away slowly. Trying to smile maski in his heart, was feeling what it was to be disappointed. Move from the coffee maker to the pantry and then remove the apron there.

"Why are you Leen, lemes?" ask Ajeng.

"Father ma'am" said Ayleen. Take a glass of water and then gulp it up the toilet. When he was about to store his apron in the locker, he saw Ibra's jacket that the man had lent today. Take the jacket and keep it in the bag while smiling bitterly.

You're too baper Leen.

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Ibra was racing his iron horse very hard. He looked at his watch a few times and then cursed. It's been 10 o'clock, he hopes Ayleen hasn't come home yet. In a hurry, he parked his bike.

Brakkk

The motor collapsed and hit a motor next to it.

"Sial," said Ibra while trying to lift his motorbike assisted by the parking attendant. Maybe he had let go of the motor before lowering the standard so his mind.

"Be careful dong Mas. This is a scuffed motor," said the parking attendant. The matic motor that was hit by the Ibra motor suffered a slight scuff.

"Yes sir, sorry. I go inside first. Later if the person asks for responsibility, tell me to come inside." Ibra ran towards the cafe. Arriving inside, while adjusting his breath, his eyes were immediately fixed on the barista spot. It only looks like a male barista over there, and it's not Aylenn.

Ibra heads to the bar table to ask the barista the man wearing Abdi's name tag.

"Excuse me, is Ayleen here?"

Instead of answering, Abdi looked at Ibra. He knows some of Ayleen's friends, but this one, he's never seen.

"Ayleen's home."

Ibra reflexes swearing while hitting the table. Make the person next to him look directly at him. But Ibra didn't bother because of that, she went back out to the parking lot.

"Would you like to go home?" ask the parking attendant when Ibra gets on the bike and puts his helmet back on. "Later if you have a motorbike for compensation, how?"

Ibra just as sekakli did not care about the remark of the parking attendant. Just plunge the gas without even paying a penny parking fee.

"Based on the bad boy," shouted the parking attendant while settling Ibra's motorbike which began to enter the highway.

Along the way to the Joker headquarters, Ibra continues to curse. All this because of his father, if that man hadn't forced him home, he wouldn't have been late to the Mezra cafe.

Flashbacks

The dining table that used to make Ibra very comfortable linger there, now is no longer the same. He was even sick of having to sit there and stare at the intimacy of his Father and stepmother.

It is not that I do not want to accept the presence of a new mother, it's just that Ibra is disappointed with her father. About a month after his mother died, his father married his secretary. Is this like love? Is there no sense of loss? Even when her mother died, Ibra saw no sadness on her father's face. Does true love really not exist?

"It's not polite to eat while talking. Finish your meal, and then we'll talk in Dad's room."

Ibra clucked slowly. She promised to see Ayleen tonight. But if you think gini, he might be late. Especially if later his father discussed at length. The distance between his father's house and the Mezra cafe is quite far.

"Aren't Ibla here tonight?" ask a little girl sitting next to Ratna, Ibra's stepmother.

"Gue is not your brother" Ibra snapped. His eyes were glaring at the little boy who was the son of his father and Ratna was.Inevitably due to fear, his eyes immediately glazed over.

"Wwaa..." Tangis Haura instantly broke apart instantly.

"Ibra, take care of your attitude" said Joseph, Ibra's father. For him, Ibra is nothing more than a problem.

Ratna seemed to be trying to calm Haura down, all the while, throwing a fierce gaze at Ibra. "Your son is getting less and less manners Mas, can not be arranged," grumbled Ratna. "Had his mother never taught him manners?"

"Don't bring my mother," Ibra snapped. "A actor like you, doesn't deserve to judge my mother. You're so ja_"

BRAKKS

The shaking of Joseph's hand on the king, made Ibra immediately silent.

"Take care of your manners Ibrahim" Yusuf snapped. Not only the buzz and snapping, the man's spoon also floated on Ibra's head. "Honor Aunt Ratna, she's your mother now."

Ibra clenched her palms while smiling bitterly. Until he dies, he will not accept Ratna as his mother.

This is what makes Ibra never want to go home. Prefer living alone in an apartment rather than having to see Ratna. The young woman he believed had been his father's mistress before his mother died. And Haura, even though the boy was still in blood with her and didn't know anything, he also got his sap. Accepting Ibra's hatred.

After the meal, Ibra followed her father to the man's office. Ratna, the woman does not want to miss, come in there too.

"Sign this." Yufus handed Ibra a map containing a statement.

Because he did not want to stay here for long, Ibra immediately opened the map and read the contents of the statement.

"Will this house be sold?" Mata Ibra immediately boughtak wide.

Yusuf just had Ibra sign a statement if he agreed to sell the house.

"Dad can't sell it without your signature, because it's a certificate in your mother's name."

"Ibra doesn't want an autograph." He pushed the map in front of him towards his father. "Ibra doesn't want this house for sale." There are so many memories of this with her mother, and she doesn't want to lose it.

"This house is old, Ibra. The model is also outdated, even with its location far from your father's office. So it's better to sell it" urged Ratna. Actually Ratna wants a house where there are no more memories or belongings of Alm. Ibra's mother in it. So he urged the house to be sold so that he could move to a new house.

"Better Auntie don't have to interfere," cynical Ibra.

"Dad's not asking you to negotiate. This is an order, quickly sign it," urged Joseph.

"Never," press Ibra. He threw a fierce look at his father and Ratna.

"If you refuse, Mas Yusuf will not give you any more monthly money" Ratna threatened. The woman crossed her arms with a big smile.

Ibra looked at her father, disappointed that he was silent, as if agreeing with his new wife's words. Is it now, all the decisions are with Ratna?

"Well, anyways Ibra can find her own money." Ibra left after saying that. Inwardly, she wished her father had called her, saying something that could make her heart feel there was still love for her. But it was only in wishful thinking, because until his footsteps in front of the door, his father was silent.

Ibra felt something inside her trembling, her heart screaming. Right now, he really felt like he had no one else. Not only was his mother gone forever, his father was gone. He's totally alone.