The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 73

Plakk

"Aww.." screamed Ayleen as someone patted his ass. "Ish, damn it," he growled at the husband. How not, again delicious cooking, even stabbed his ass, who's sprained. It doesn't hurt, but it's a shock.

"Mistake yourself wearing really sexy clothes." Ibra hugged Ayleen from behind while putting her chin on the shoulder of the woman who was wearing the hot pant and tanktop. In this house, they only lived three with Bi Sulis, so Ayleen did not think too much about clothes. "You're teasing me again, aren't you? Still less last night? Very sexy clothes," whispered Ibra while idly lowering one rope tank top Ayleen.

"less? Most of them are." Ayleen again confirmed his ropes. "Udah ah, pelein. I'm going to cook. No kelar-kelar later cook it if kept aside gini. I'm going to college soon" whined Ayleen.

"Even if while being hugged by a gini, you should be excited. Out there, the wives are at a protest because the husband is less romantic. Lah you, in romantic even do not want."

"Not not want, but it's hard to move if you think it's good."

"You are so, a little difficult to move. Below says it's hard to move, ask for the above continues. Ouch, ouch, ouch," Ibra suddenly grimaced in pain as Ayleen pinched her waist violently. And reflexively, both of his arms slipped from Ayleen's waist.

"Rasain, it hurts, right?" teasek Ayleen while turning his back. "Udah sat there," He pointed his chin at the chair in the kitchen. "Wait a minute to catch up."

"What can't you do, wait for you?"

"NO!" sahut Ayleen is full of emphasis. If diijin near, there he will not be kelar cooking. Not only that, it may not be the food that Ibra ate, but he. "Udah there," Ayleen turned Ibra's body towards the chair.

"Ready Mrs Ibrahim." But before heading to the chair, Ibra still stole the opportunity to mere mas Ayleen's ass, inevitably the woman again clucked upset. "Gemes" Ibra said without guilt. And immediately fled towards the chair as Ayleen raised above the spatula he was holding.

After waiting for almost 20 minutes, Ayleen finally finished cooking. With Ibra's help, they arranged the food onto the dining table. Ayleen was used to eating rame-rames, so feeling lonely just eating alone with Ibra alone.

"Sister, should Haura be with our father to stay here? This house is too big for both of us."

"Father has not officially divorced Ratna." As long as there is a relationship with Ratna, Ibra will never want to invite her father to live together.

"Tante Ratna has no news yet? I feel sorry for Haura, but her mother continues."

"Said Santi, Ratna came home yesterday." Last night, Ibra was chatted by Haura's nanny.

"They were a big storm last night." Ibra suddenly lost her appetite. He should be happy if his father and Ratna make a fuss, but somehow, he pityes his father. "Ratna has secretly filed for divorce. And he wants Haura's custody."

"Jeez, grandma dropped by what the hell she wanted."

"Yes must be your treasure. Haura will be used as a weapon to drain Dad's wealth. He's gonna need a big boy's living later. Not bad, if every month the money from the father is still flowing. That money, he must have enjoyed it too."

"I don't want Haura's rights to fall into Ratna's hands. She's not a real mother. Look at his behavior, go from home for a month more not want children. Eh..now ujug-ujug come asking for custody. Kebangetan is just people. But if Ratna doesn't work, is it possible that Haura's custody could fall into her hands?"

"Yes it's possible, Haurakan is still underage, still a toddler, not even 5 years he. That way, he reported Dad on the KDRT charge. So most likely, Ratna will get custody of Haura."

"Yes, did your father do the KDRT?"

"I'm not the same truth Dad. But I think it's right. Dad, emotions like to play hands. It used to be like that Mother too. I've seen my own mother get beat up by Dad. Slapped, kicked, whipped with a belt."

Ayleen's body immediately goosebumps. His throat felt choked, difficult to swallow. Just imagine it, it's terrible, especially to experience. The behavior of children tends to be the same as that of their parents. As the saying goes, the fruit falls not far from the tree. "You're not like your dad?"

Ibra immediately chuckled to see the face of Pias Ayleen. "I'm even worse."

"Sister Ibra!" pekik Ayleen who was suddenly horrified.

"If you make it to me, just be ready to hit 10 rounds" Ibra said while laughing.

"Ish, not funny to know," Ayleen's lips immediately pursed forward. "Three rounds is crumbling, let alone ten."

"If it's ten, it doesn't crumble, but it's good. Want to try it?" Ibra raised her eyebrows.

"Related." Sahut Ayleen quickly then put a spoonful of rice into his mouth.