The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 8

Arriving at the campus, Ayleen went to the place where Ibra used to hang out with her gang. From afar, there was Ibra among his friends, making Ayleen more convinced to approach.

"Eh, look at it." Reza patted Ibra on the shoulder and pointed at Ayleen who was walking towards them.

Ibra's smile immediately expanded to see Ayleen walking towards her. He who had originally sat down, stood up immediately then hurriedly, approached Ayleen.

"Hi, sorry about yesterday. I have an interest, so the date's a little late, when you're home." Ibra explained last night's incident. Afraid that Ayleen misunderstood and thought he would not come.

"It's okay." Ayleen thrust out the paperbag he brought towards Ibra. "Thank you for yesterday's minjemin me jacket."

Ibra received the paparbag and peeked at the contents for a while.

"Excuse me," said Ayleen, then turned around and walked away.

"Wait," Ibra chased after him, stopping right in front of Ayleen to block his move. "Are you angry about yesterday?"

Ayleen smiled as he shook his head. He was really disappointed yesterday. But come to think of it, what was he disappointed for. Ibra wasn't who she was, so she shouldn't be disappointed. Especially if you remember what his father said. He must be clever to find friends to hang out, and young men like this Ibra, may enter the criteria that must be shunned. "Excuse me, Brother." Ayleen slightly turned to keep passing. But then again, Ibra blocked his path.

"Are you really not angry?"

Ayleen sighed heavily and then smiled. "No," he repeated again. "Excuse me, I have class this morning." Ayleen resumed his steps, leaving Ibra still feeling that Ayleen was angry with him. Yesterday they were quite fluid, can talk a lot, but today, Ayleen was impressed to keep a distance with him.

With a gontai step, Ibra re-assembled with her friends. His face that looked tangled, made his friends wonder.

"After meeting girls, your face is like my mom's negligent," continued Reza. "Why, rejected Brother?" ask her while holding back a laugh.

"Lo really want to get close to Bro's girl?" ask Joko. Since then, he had secretly noticed the interaction between Ibra and Ayleen.

"What if it is?" instead of Ibra answering, Reza responded. "What a wonder, look at Ibra making a girl, as soon as she turns."

Bugh, Fikri who was sitting next to him immediately punched his arm.

"Okay, Anj_"

"Can't say slovenly, this is campus," Fikri cut. "A glorified educational institution. Many people want to come in here but can't, elo, have entered, instead of being a pinter, even more sinister talk."

"Lebay lo Fik's. Anyone can come in here" Reza said.

"Yes, go in your door, don't you go to college?"

"Tumben lo pinter," Reza slid with a big laugh.

Their eyes returned to Ibra. The upset-looking man took the jacket inside the paperbag and put it on.

"If it's not wrong, the girl's name is Ayleen, right?" Joko went back to the original topic.

"Here-here." Joko told her friends to come closer. With a super serious face, the pretentious pretender wants to give the most important information that is very secret. "You know what his son is?"

"Mom's son is the same father" said Reza lightly.

"Bego lo," Fikri clapped Reza's head in annoyance. "Yes, that is, the time of your mother's son with your father. No match, you're not ugly, he was your little brother."

"Damn lo," maki Reza glared.

"Heis, you guys, this" joko growled. "Gue wants to give me some important info."

"More importantly where is my thesis?" chirpy Reza.

"Buruan dong," Fikri looked impatient. As for Ibra, he was even ordinary, like no matter who Ayleen was. Because according to him, there is nothing to worry about as long as it is still a human child, not a demon child.

"You know Bu Kinara? Dean of MIPA faculty?"

"You know what, that beauty is? That said, she was the most beautiful lecturer of her time." If it's pretty business, Reza knows best.

"Ayleen is his son."

Instead of shock or what, they were plonga-plongo, his brain was still loading.

"Ayleen is Bu Kinara's son" Joko made it clear.

"What!" Strangled them together, except Ibra. He doesn't seem to be dizzy. And now, their gazes were instantly fixed on Ibra.

"What's my snack like?" ask Ibra wonder.

"It's better you back off regularly, back off alon-alon," Reza said.

"Emang why? I don't have a problem with Miss Nara. I also know not, just ever look at his face, even at the very least," said Ibra relaxed.

"Crazy son" Reza. "The track record lo is bad on this campus, sure Bu Nara doesn't know?"

"What does he know?" Ibra is not sure because Bu Nara is dean of MIPA faculty, while currently, she is studying at the faculty of economics.

"Yes, maybe now I don't know. But when you decet with his son, he must have found out. It's easy for him to know who you are. Go back, back Bra. Noh, the Princess is embarrassed to chase elo. Mending's the same as him." Fikri at length. To be honest he loved the Princess who continued to pursue Ibra without knowing the word give up.

"Eh, how do you know the hell Jok?" ask Ibra curious. Afraid if only dibulinan with his friends.

"Yes you know. Our people live in a complex."

"Oh.." they're a mangosteen reflex.