The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 7

Ayleen panicked when he couldn't find what he was looking for. He had thrown the pillow and bolster down to empty the bed, but Ibra's jacket wasn't there. Obviously before the shower he put it there, but after the shower, why just disappear. Not satisfied just looking on the bed, under the bed was not separated from his search. But the same, still nothing.

"There's no way the jacket could walk on its own" Ayleen monologued as he searched all corners of the room. But until he got tired, the jacket hadn't been found. What should he tell Ibra later?

"Leen, breakfast." There was the sound of his brother's scream from below.

"Yes, Bang," said Ayleen.

Unwilling to make his family wait for breakfast, with a lazy step, Ayleen went out of the room. But his eyes were glared at Alfath who was coming down the stairs wearing Ibra's jacket. Yeah, that's Ibra's jacket, he can't be wrong. Alfath, who was neat in a white uniform and a jacket owned by Ibra, whistled merrily while playing the key of the motorbike in his hand. Down the stairs one by one with light steps.

So he took it, the pantesan just disappeared.

Ayleen ran after Alfath who was on the ladder. So close, he pulled the collar of the jacket Alfath wore to make the boy stop.

"Oh, ouch, what the fuck is this?" alfath said while looking back.

"Take off" cried Ayleen.

"What?" Ask Alfath without sin.

"The jacket you're wearing belongs to Brother," Ayleen growled while glaring. Upset at Alfath who entered his room without permission and took something anyway.

Instead of being afraid, Alfath giggled. "The guy Leen's got, huh?" goda.

"No, got a temen. Off the job." Ayleen took off the jacket Alfath was wearing. Instead of resigning or even helping to take off, Alfath instead held the jacket so that Ayleen had trouble removing.

"Al!" pekik Ayleen's. "Don't make Brother kesel, fugitive off."

"My old man, this is Leen's jacket, right?" Alfath's nyebelin looks make Ayleen want his sister's non-jok. He was surprised, had the seedlings of nyebelin from which his sister, very different from their silent brother.

"Deliver!" ayleen.

"No." Alfath ran away, running down the stairs. Do not forget to look at Ayleen for a moment while sticking out a mocking tongue.

"Al.." cried Ayleen as he ran after his sister who was now there in the dining hall.

"What the hell is this, early in the morning it's been a storm?" Omel Mama Nara is eating for her husband.

"Well, Brother Leen has a boyfriend" Alfath said, laughing. Inevitably Ayleen's face immediately pias, all the eyes on the dining table stared at him. Duh, why is he even like caught wet gini. Alfath likes to have trouble with him.

"Because Leen, do you have a boyfriend?" ask Aydin. His brother looked like an investigator interrogating a suspect.

"No Bang" said Ayleen. Walk towards the dining table and pull a chair beside her mother. But apparently, the answer has not been able to make all members of his family believe. Evident from the gazes of those who still had not switched from it.

"This is the proof." Alfath showed me the jacket he was wearing. "This is Leen's man's jacket." The spoon in front of Ayleen immediately floated on Alfath's forehead. Leaving his red marks and groaning in pain his sister.

"Leen, keep your attitude, you're a girl" said Mama Nara. Dislike if his daughter is being disrespectful like that. Especially in front of the parents.

"The end of Al Nyebelin Mah" protested Ayleen. "He took my jacket in my room. That's my temen jacket, want me to turn around." Ayleen stared at the fierce Alfath. It was not satisfied just throwing his sister's face spoon. Even if you can, want a plate sheet all his desk face Al. I took things that were not his, still did not mention the non-existent.

"Al, really that?" mama Nara asked as she looked at her youngest child.

"Al," snapped Mama Nara. "Just your sister Mama got angry for throwing a spoon, you're following now."

"Sorry Mah" said Alfath, looking down.

"Have it done, let's have breakfast." After just noticing, finally, Father Septian spoke. The five of them then had breakfast quietly, though occasionally, Ayleen and Alfath threw fierce gazes at each other.

After eating, Ayleen returned to the room. It's too early to go to college. Breakfast time at home is classified as morning, because it adjusts to the school hours of Alfath.

Tok tok tok tok

"Can Dad come in?" asked Septian's father, who had turned his head to the princess's room.

"Look in, Dad." Sahut Ayleen who is preparing the items he will bring to campus.

Septian's father walked into Ayleen's room, sitting on the side of the bed watching his busy daughter at the study table.

"Where's the cafe?"

"Somewell, sales are still stable, weekends are always crowded."

"Well, I don't think I was wrong to have you there. I was a good coffee ngeracik affairs, management is also reliable. I gave you 5 thumbs."

"Five?" Ayleen turned to his father with a frown.

"This is the other one." Septian's father picked up the thumb-drawn book lying on Ayleen's bed. Inevitably the two of them instantly broke.

"Dad can do it." Having finished putting all the books in the bag, Ayleen approached his father and sat down next to him. Handed the hair tie and comb to the father. And with pleasure, his father combed Ayleen's hair and tied it using a hair strap with a bt21 decoration.

"Father's son is big now, have dared to date."

"Dad, what the hell." Ayleen, who had initially turned his back on Septian Father, turned around and hugged him. "So you believe Al's talk? Al just ngibul Yah."

Septian's father smiled as he stroked Ayleen's back. Not favoritism, he was indeed closest to Ayleen. Perhaps because she was his only daughter, and the way to educate boys and girls, was clearly different.

"Dad doesn't forbid you to date. I'm sure you know the limits." As a young man, Septian's father didn't want to put too much restraint on Ayleen.

"Leen doesn't have a boyfriend. That jacket had a friend, not a girlfriend."

"Father just want to ngingetin, if you want to date, find a man who can appreciate you. Because men like that, can treat you well, know the limits, and will not destroy you. Just like we're doing stuff. When we feel that the item is very valuable, we will not be able to make it damaged. There, we will take care of it wholeheartedly, desperately." Ayleen was just a mangosteen hearing his father's advice.

"The commotion of the present times is quite troubling for Leen. I'm afraid that you'll get carried away. When making friends, let alone dating, look for one that can bring you in a positive direction, not even take you on a road that is not real. In essence, do not get the wrong choice of friends to hang out, let alone choose the wrong girlfriend. Choose the real one."

Ayleen suddenly remembered Ibra. The man is attached to the predicate of being a college. The head of a motorcycle gang that can be guessed, if the association is closer to the negative direction.

"You can, keep Dad's trust?"

Ayleen nodded confidently. "As much as possible, Leen won't abuse me."