The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 78

The bandage on Haura's head was removed, only her arm was still plastered. Santi's mom was busy tidying up their stuff. After almost 1 month of treatment, Haura was finally able to go home today. And this is a real relief for Santi's mother who has been in the hospital for a month. Finally he will step back into the house, can sleep with more fun.

"Aren't you happy with his face?" Ayleen stood next to Haura, looking at her sister's seemingly uninspired face. Though a few days ago, Haura kept asking when to go home. But it's my turn to go home, even look unhappy.

"No Mom and Dad at home."

Nyesss

The sentence made Ayleen and Santi's mother who heard almost shed tears. But they held it to such an extent, no guests looked sad in front of Haura.

"There are Kak Ayleen and Kak Ibra" Ayleen said, trying to show a smile.

"There's Santi's mom too" Haura's nanny didn't want to miss.

"That's right, there's Santi too" Ayleen said. "Let's take a walk if the cast in Haura's hand has been removed. Meanwhile, Haura follows Kak Ay to the cafe. There rame, Haura can also sing later. Santi said, Haura likes to sing."

"But there's also no Mama and Papa."

Oh, my God, that little boy really broke Ayleen's heart. Simple but meaningful words. He just wanted to be with his parents right now, that's all. The look in Haura's eyes showed a very deep longing for her parents.

Ayleen grabbed Haura, leaning the little girl's head against her. "Tomorrow we go to Mama's grave with Papa."

"We bring a lot of roses, sister, let Mama Haura be happy."

"Hem, yes," Ayleen nodded.

Santi's mother looks to wipe away her tears. This month he didn't come home at all, kept in the hospital to look after Haura. You know what Haura's sadness and nightmares are like every night. Haura often deliriously called her Mom and Dad. And when she woke up, she would definitely cry, sad because both her parents left her.

Until all the items were packed and Haura had changed, Ibra had not returned either. The man went out to take care of the administration.

"Sir, I'm out right now. Look, Brother Ibra, it's a long time."

"Antri kali, Ma'am," said Santi.

Maybe it's right to line up. But Ayleen still wanted to catch up with him.

The distance from Haura's room to the administration is quite far. Along the way seeing and accidentally passing with the sick and his family, making Ayleen several times grateful. Grateful that he was still given healthy favors. A pleasure that people sometimes forget to thank.

Ayleen's steps came to a halt as his eyes saw Ibra sitting in a row of waiting chairs. Not alone, but with the Princess. Yes, the Princess who had been chasing Ibra.

Ayleen flinched while pinching the tip of his shirt. His gaze was locked on Ibra and the Princess who were seen chatting. There was no smile let alone the laughter in their lips. I don't know what they're talking about, maybe the Princess is just saying her condolences for the death of Ibra's parents. As Ayleen knew, the Princess did not come to the funeral home.

Ayleen's chest hurt, was he jealous? He hurried to get rid of that thought. It is not the right time to be jealous. Ibra is still grieving despite the 1 month departure of her father. Do not let the man even more sad because of his bad prejudices or jealous blinds.

They just talk as friends, that's all. Ayleen tried to think positively. Burying deep jealousy that disturbs his heart and mind. But seeing the new Princess standing, his heart was again attacked whose name was jealous. The princess looks very beautiful and graceful with a white doctor's suit. Knee-length dresses in pink and high heels in matching colors, make it look really charming. Maybe if there is a selection of the most beautiful doctors in this hospital, the Princess will certainly win.

True said Dilan, jealousy is only for people who are not confident. And right now, he was insecure when compared to the Princess. It's only today that Ayleen knows that the Princess works here. He did not even know since when the Princess had started practicing. As far as she was concerned, the Princess was still waiting for graduation. It is possible that Ibra and Putri have met here often, considering Ibra comes to the hospital every day, and sometimes without him.

No, no way. Brother Ibra may not secretly meet the Princess behind me.

Ayleen paused his intention of overtaking Ibra, walking with a somersault back to Haura's room.

"Still in line, coming soon," Ayleen lied. He dropped his body weight on the sofa. Close your eyes while easing the roar in the chest.

Sure enough, not long after, Ibra came. The man carried a wheelchair, carried Haura and sat her there. "Make you," He took something that turned brown from the bag of his pants and gave it to Haura.

"Favor, Brother." Haura happily accepted it straight away. Unable to open, Ibra helped him and returned the chocolate to Haura.

Secretly, Ayleen noticed her. Could chocolate be a gift from the Princess?

"Hm...It's delicious chocolate," said Haura.

"Big hell, here Brother try." Ibra bit the bit of chocolate that Haura was holding. "Yes, that's delicious. It doesn't usually taste as good as this, why is it so good?" Once again, he bit the chocolate in Haura's hand.

Ayleen smiled wryly. Usually not this good? What because of the gift of the Princess, it feels better. Lebay, the lips are in the heart.

"Sir Ayleen, will you?" Haura. Chanting chocolate towards Ayleen. "Enak loh."

Ayleen shook his head, "No need, make Haura aja." He ate chocolate from the princess.

"But this is really delicious, Yang. Sure you don't want to?" ask Ibra.

"No," said Ayleen lazily. Wasting your face while scaping.

After making sure no items were left behind, they left the room. Santi's mother walked ahead while pushing Haura's wheelchair. While behind him, Ibra dragged a large suitcase while holding Ayleen's hand.

"A long time ago paid for his administration?" Ayleen asked.

"So see you."

"Temen, who?"

"Joker's son." Feeling that Ibra was starting to lie, Ayleen was more curious to find him with other questions.

"Whose joker's son?"

"You don't know."

"Cowok what chick?"

Ibra chuckled at Ayleen's question which he thought was too detailed. "The joker's a boy all. You're just like a reporter, detail."

"Who knows what a girl's sprain there is" Ayleen chirped with a grin.

"There is none. Membership is for guys only."

Fucking liar.

Ayleen pulled his hands rough and walked quickly, spelled out Santi's mother.

"Why the hell is he, so strange," murmured Ibra.