The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 81

As promised, soon Ibra returned to the room. Sighing heavily when he saw his wife curled up on the bed with a blanket covering her body as far as the neck. Although he did not see his face because Ayleen was behind him, Ibra was sure that she had not slept. He climbed into the bed and hugged the woman from behind. There was no rejection, but there was also no positive response, Ayleen just flinching.

"What the hell is that? If I'm wrong, by the way. Don't suddenly diem, I don't know what's wrong with me."

Ayleen smiled thinly while turning both his eyes panted. Don't know what's wrong? You guys, insensitive. What are all the things he had to say clearly?

"Darling, by the way, what am I wrong? Don't play prank," Ibra still continues to persuade. If only the contents of a woman's day could he search in Mbah gugel, it was certain that he had been looking for her since.

"Nothing" said Ayleen ketus. "Udah, I want to sleep, sleepy. Tomorrow there's morning class."

"Nothing? Lies. If not, you can't help me all day. You're not good at lying."

The lie made Ayleen rise in blood. Putting aside Ibra's circular arm on her waist and got up quickly, to the point that Ibra was flabbergasted by the sudden movement. Plus his wife's eyes were glaring like they were about to come out of their eyelids, so the more difficult she was to breathe.

"I'm not good at lying, not like you," cynically Ayleen pushed Ibra's chest with his index finger.

Ibra got up and pointed at herself like a fool. "I? Am I good at lying? Don't you have to be that." Ibra's innocent expression made Ayleen even more upset.

Plakkk

"www...." Ibra grimaced while holding his arm that Ayleen had just grabbed quite tight.

"Still not ngaku," Ayleen snapped. His breath seemed to be hunting, indicating that he was being emotionally soul.

"What lie?"

"More or less?" An annoyed Ayleen took the bolster and used it to beat up Ibra.

"Oh, baby, geez. This is KDRT's name." Ibra continued to complain but did not avoid let alone have the intention to retaliate. He just let Ayleen keep beating him which is important when he recovers.

"Bas on a liar." Ayleen continued to vent his frustration by beating Ibra until his arm was tired by itself. Still not satisfied but already achy, he threw the bolster to the floor and then bowed. Sounded his stuffing, making Ibra immediately embrace the skinny body. "We are still newly married, only 2 months more, but you have been lying. What if it's been years?" Ayleen was about to release his body from Ibra's embrace but could not, the man was too strong to hold her. "You've met the princess, haven't you, but why did you say you met the joker's son?" tanyanya while sobbing.

Ibra clenched her palm and then hit her own forehead. Maybe he didn't think about it. So all day Ayleen was angry with jealousy.

"You like that a lot? Meet secretly with the Princess behind me?"

"Astaghfirullah, yes. Today was the first time I met Princess at the hospital. I also just found out that he works there."

"I met the joker's son, his name was Roni. I accidentally met the Princess. He said condolences for my father's death, and apologized for not being able to come. I just talked to Princess. There's no special talk."

"Why don't you tell me that you met Princess?"

"Yes when I say one by one meet anyone. Daughter is not important, so I don't call it." Ayleen stared at Ibra sharply, making the man misbehave. "Aren't you squirming it?"

"Sure the Princess isn't important?"

"Keep assured, it's all that matters to you." Ibra was about to touch Ayleen's lips but her hand was first pushed rough by the woman. "Busyet, very fierce. Horrified if angry again," he murmured softly but could still be heard by Ayleen.

"If the Princess is not important, why praise chocolate from her. He said it was delicious, better than usual," he grumbled.

"O dear God" Ibra chuckled softly. "The brown is not from the Princess, but from one of the sisters."

Just now Ayleen was relieved because it was not from the Princess, suddenly rose in the wind again hearing her advanced sentence. "From whose sister?"

"I don't know what his name is. Suddenly he called me to keep giving me chocolate. He said, Mas Ibra, it's chocolate for his sister, that's it." Ibra mimicked the nun's style of speech, making Ayleen so imagine the Sister's caper expression and end up jealous again.

"Kok he knows your name?"

"Well, how do I know, Yang. This month I've been wandering around the hospital all the time, maybe he's heard people calling me." Ayleen let out a rough breath while pouting. "Yes, jealous time is the same sister whose name I do not know. I don't have to sulk, she's not pretty anyway," bad while stroking Ayleen's long hair. "If you want to be jealous, the coolest bit, do not the same level far below you."

"If it's the Princess?"

"It's a good-looking princess." Conscious of the wrong talk, Ibra hurriedly closed her mouth, but late, Ayleen first pinched her waist until she felt pain as well as carelessness.

"That would say Princess is beautiful."

Ibra smiled absurdly, her mouth could be very smooth talking if the Princess is beautiful. "Well, Ay girl, good-looking time."

"But you said that the sister was not beautiful, why is the Princess beautiful?"

Pestilent. If continued, it can be until the morning of the debate. Failed I got rations.