The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 70

Ibra enthusiastically took Ayleen around her house. Showing space by space and not forgetting to tell some of his childhood stories there. Ayleen used to come here, just stuck in the dining room, only to know today if the house is very large, bigger than his house. Instantly all he had in mind was, how tired was it to clean a house this big?

It seems that if you only employ 1 ART, it will be a pity, but if 2, it is also enough to spend on salary. He and Ibra are both in college. Looks like he's got a lot of PR after this.

"This is your room, brother?" guess Ayleen when he just entered a room. Where does Ayleen know? Of course, from some of the photos that are there. And one that caught his eye, was a very large photo of the graduation printed. "This, moment_"

"When I graduated from Junior High." Ibra approached Ayleen who was standing under the photo. "Last photo with Mom and Dad. After this picture, we never took pictures together again."

"You're the best graduate?" Ayleen's mouth gaped wide when he saw the writing on the cup that Ibra brought.

"Hem," he said with a proud smile.

Ayleen looked at Ibra. Junior High School where Ibra school is very famous. And there is no doubt that the school there is only smart children. Among all his family members, only Aydin was able to enter the school. Ayleen's gaze astonished Ibra and frowned.

"What the hell is it?"

"It turns out my husband is pinter too." Ayleen chirped as he stared at Ibra from a very close distance.

Ibra stuttered while pushing Ayleen's jidat plan using her index finger. "What do you think I'm stupid for not graduating?"

"Hehe."

"I just don't have the passion to learn, Ay." Ibra hugged Ayleen from behind while putting her chin on her shoulder. "Since Mom died and Dad remarried, my life has changed completely. Never mind studying, going to school is rare. I'm losing my way of life."

"But now?"

"Well, there's you." Ibra kissed Ayleen's cheek a few times. "I'm so happy to have you, Ay." The more he held his embrace on the slender body of the wife. With lips began to kiss the neck and nape of Ayleen.

"Sister, amused," whined Ayleen while trying to keep his neck away from Ibra.

"What's delicious?" Ibra is teasing.

"If you're together in the room, the inn wants to mulu."

"Yes a newlywed, wherever and whenever, gracious mesraan." Ayleen and Ibra reflexively let go of the embrace hearing Alfath's voice. Today, it was not only Ibra and Ayleen who came to the house, but the entire Ayleen family came along. Ibra wants to show her the house she will be living in with Ayleen.

"Have a problem" Ayleen sprayed while glaring at his sister. It turns out that not only Alfath who entered there, there was Aydin as well.

"Don't you want a wedding look at that?" He grabbed Aydin's arm. "Geez! Morning, afternoon, especially night, the inn is mulu-friendly. Don't envy you, Bang?"

"Why envy?" Aydin rolled both his eyes lazily. Observing the contents of Ibra's room, especially the photos. Just found out if he and Ibra, graduates from the same Junior High School and High School.

"How many people, what are the same allergies as girls? Even if I never had a boyfriend. No turning, Bang?"

"How dare you say Brother?" Aydin raised his foot, about to take off his shoes.

"For instance, Bang." Alfath reflex raise hand. Installing a full look of mischief so that the shoes do not float to his face. Inevitably Ibra and Ayleen immediately laughed out loud.

Not wanting to make his brother angry again, Alfath looked around the corner of Ibra's room. One corner that makes him interested is the display case containing diecast motor sport. "Crazy Bang, great good, expensive for sure. Ask one not to?"

"Heh, ask your mother the same, not my husband," Ayleen spray.

"Yeah, so stingy. Basic derivative of Mak Nara," cibir Alfath.

"What's this about? How's Mama's name called?" Alfath's face immediately pias saw Mama and her father come in. Maybe his pocket money is discounted 50 percent if caught thinking Mama is stingy.

"Say Al, Mama's stingy." Ayleen's complaint made Alfath in a fog.

"No, Mah," he denied.

"Yes, Mah." Aydin's words further cornered Alfath. Plus the sharp mottling of his mother that makes him have trouble breathing.

"Besyanda, besyanda," Alfath immediately sang while shaking indistinctly. Make the others instantly laugh and Mama Nara cancels the nagging.

Selamet.