The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 72

Ayleen and Ibra were sitting on a long bench that was right under a shady tree. With hands clasping each other while staring at some of the orphanage children who were playing in the spacious courtyard. Yes, today, Ibra and Ayleen came to the parlor to make a donation on behalf of Alm. Ibra's Mother. In addition to the money that was handed directly to the caretaker, they also brought a lot of food.

"How many children do you want?" ask Ayleen. His eyes were busy looking at the children of the orphanage who were playing. They look very happy when they play together like this. By myself, I don't know. There must be a time when they feel lonely, miss the affection of parents and want to be able to live like other children who have a family.

"My goal is to get married, to be happy with you." Ibra put their hands in her lap. "If we are given offspring, for me it is a bonus, not something major. Whether or not there is a child, will not change my love for you, because again, the child is just a bonus. The business of the child, I leave it entirely to God. Because he knows best, we are not ready to be parents, and we deserve not to be given the title of parents."

Ayleen looked at Ibra with a smile. The sentence just now feels like a rain shower in the midst of hot weather like this. When another partner targets a child, or even another man will remarry when his wife can not give children, very different from her husband.

"Why look at me like that? Was my answer wrong?" Ibra frowned.

Ayleen shook his head, "It's not wrong, it's just, make me baper." Ibra chuckled softly at Ayleen's reply. "When another man might do polygamy when his wife can't give children, my husband thinks that heredity isn't the main thing."

"Because to me, being happy with you to heaven, is first. God has given me you, the most beautiful gift of my life. It feels too greedy if I still insist on asking for another." Ibra raised their hands and kissed them.

"Ish," Ayleen glared as he pulled his hand. "It's not good to see kids." He looked around, afraid that someone might have seen Ibra's romantic scene just now.

"You're the one, fishing."

"Well, what are you trying to do?" Ayleen wanted to laugh. See which side he tries to go.

"Just near you, I'm a mouthful."

"Yeee."

"Hehehe.. " Abra laughs absurdly like that. "Go home yuk."

"But I think Haura is still playing hard" Ayleen pointed to Haura who was playing with the orphanage. Not far from him, there is Miss Santi, the nanny who is always loyal to him. Today Ayleen maksa ngajak Haura, although Ibra initially refused. She pityes Haura who is lonely at home because her father is working and her mother has not come home for a month. Every day just alone with the nanny.

"Haura," called Ibra while waving.

"Ish this guy," Ayleen clucked softly. "Dilangin clash first, still just ask to go home."

"Here," called Ibra as Haura turned her head towards him. While running a little followed by her nanny, Haura headed to Ibra and Ayleen's place. "Go home, yuk" Ibra asked.

Haura shook her head quickly. "Don't want to, Haula still wants to play."

"When we come here again" Ibra said.

"Later on, brother, we'll go home. Let Haura settle for playing first," Ayleen tried to reprimand Ibra.

"Haula still wants to play" the boy said as he looked at Ayleen. Puppy eyes made Ayleen powerless to resist.

"Yes, Haura played again. One hour we go home" said Ayleen, touching the top of Haura's head.

"Yeee. Thanks Ay." Haura approached Ayleen, on her tiptoes and then kissed her cheeks. "Ay's not going to play?"

"No," said Ibra quickly. His slightly glaring gaze made Haura instantly duck in fear.

"Don't be so fierce" Ayleen turned to Ibra. "Yes, Haura played with Santi and the others, Kak Ay here." Haura nodded then pulled her nanny's hand towards her new friends at the parlour.

"Awas aja if you go there, I immediately take you home this second as well. Ogah I am stirred here alone," said Ibra. Sneaking while showing the face of a jutek.

"You are not fierce dong with Haura. He's an a_"

"The son is Ratna," cut Ibra fast.

Ayleen sighed while shaking. "Yes, he's Ratna's son, but also your sister. Don't get angry." Ayleen rubbed gently on Ibra's back. "Haura doesn't know anything. He also never asked to be born from Ratna's womb. Don't be mad at her."

"Yes but_"

"Yes but it was already cool, good to hear, make me baper, now how to start mengeselin again." Ayleen rolled both his eyes lazily. "Don't be ferocious, ntar my wash rate to you reduced loh." Ibra chuckled softly at Ayleen's words. His wife always made him laugh. And one more thing, the jago muffled his anger.

"What percentage of your wash rate is on me?" ask Ibra. "Anything's still asking me."

"How many did you think?" challenge Ayleen.

"100 percent."

"I'm 101 percent. Ask me, right?" cibir Ayleen's.

"1 her ask who Neng is," Ibra pinched Ayleen's squash cheek. "If I'm at home again, I'll finish you." Ayleen could not help but laugh at Ibra's threat. "Go home yuk."

"Friday," Ayleen let out a heavy breath.