The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 84

Ibra, Ayleen and Haura, to the cemetery. That afternoon, the air felt a little cool because it was cloudy. Just like Haura, the boy's face looked overcast. You can be sure if soon, rain will fall from both round eyes.

Carrying a bouquet of roses, they entered the quiet cemetery. It only looks like about 3 people in there. Haura hugged Ayleen's arm tightly, either out of fear, or sadness, or maybe both.

The first tomb they visited was the tomb of Joseph. Haura who could already read, instantly knew whose tomb it was. As Ayleen had expected, slowly but surely, the sound of sobbing was heard, Haura cried. Putting a bouquet of roses while sobbing.

"Father, Haula kangen Papa." The first sentence that shot out from her tiny mouth made Ayleen and Ibra's hearts tremble. It sounded very sincere, an expression of longing from the deepest recesses of his heart. "Papa... " That heart-wrenching call made Ayleen's tears drop. Soon he clenched Haura's shoulders which were up and down due to the sobbing.

"We pray for Dad together" Ibra asked. He did not want Haura to continue to dissolve in sadness.

The three of them raised both palms. Ibra led the prayer, while Ayleen and Haura agreed. After the prayer, Ibra touched his father's headstone. His eyes looked teary. "Well, Haura same Ibra. Ibra will take care of him and love him as much as I do."

Ibra really never imagined feeling in this situation, nurturing Haura. In the past, he hated that child. Do not answer Haura's greeting, just look at her face, Ibra ogah. But now, God had managed to turn his heart around. The affection for Haura slowly continued to grow. Even in his heart, he was determined to be a father replacement for the little girl who had become an orphan.

Before leaving, Haura said goodbye to her papa. "Papa, Haula promised lajin belajal. Haula will make Papa and Mama who are in sulga proud."

The three of them then move on to Ratna's night. Today for the first time, Ayleen went to the woman's grave. Just like at his father's grave, Haura also expressed her longing for the mother. Promised to be the obedient child her mother always wanted.

Because it was getting dark, they could not linger there even though Haura was still reluctant to go home. Fortunately, Ayleen managed to persuade her by stopping by the Mezra cafe before returning home.

Ayleen has not been to Mezra cafe since the death of Mr. Joseph. And today, he wants to make a special coffee for Ibra.

"You wait here." Ayleen had Ibra and Haura sit at one of the empty tables. Coincidentally tonight the cafe is quite crowded, so almost all the tables are filled.

Ayleen asked Desi to bring pudding and dessert boxes for Haura and Ibra, while he picked up the apron and headed straight for the empty coffee maker. Tonight there was only Abdi at the barista place, the guy looked a little guilty of preparing orders.

"Thank you, Leen. Help me retard," pinta Abdi.

"Ready Bang. But I made coffee for my husband first."

"Yes, yeah."

Before starting, Ayleen looked towards Ibra who happened to be staring at him as well. The man formed his finger into a love symbol while pointing at him. Inevitably Ayleen who was baper immediately blushed shyly. Though already married, but still pounding in paperin like that.

Ayleen started making coffee for Ibra. This time the choice fell on the latte art form Love. He made it very slow and careful. Want to make a very beautiful picture because this coffee is very special. His smile floated as the shape of the heart he carved on the coffee looked perfect. But when he was about to take her to Ibra, Abdi prevented.

"Let the kids take it, Leen. Help me, it's not good if the customer is waiting too long." Unpleasant to refuse, Ayleen finally called Desi and asked her to deliver the coffee to Ibra.

"Be careful Ma'am bring it, do not shake, undamaged," Ayleen's message.

"Yes," Abdi who heard until the rings.but for her husband, not the customer, if it is damaged a little, certainly not a problem.

Ayleen helped Abdi to take orders, with his eyes still occasionally staring at Ibra.

While making coffee, Ayleen and Ibra continued to throw smiles and loving gazes at each other. Until a protest from Raka stopped their actions.

"Leen, the customer asked for a swan, why do you make love?" Raka who just got nagged by a change customer nagged Ayleen.

Ayleen looked at the small paper nearby. Turns out it was latte art swan, not love, he made the wrong.

"His name also again fell cintrong, Ka. There was only love in his mind. Understandably again love the same Mr. Husband," ledek Abdi.

"God... " Raka immediately flinched. "Lo aja who makes latte art Bang. Leen let me make another," it seems that Raka's frustration is still not gone. "Lucky his son owner, beautiful too. If not, it's _"

"What's wrong?"

Raka immediately turned her head and smiled faintly when she found Ibra standing behind her.

"What's wrong?" Ibra asked back.

"Udah... already... I'm justin." Raka hurriedly took the coffee in front of the newly ready Abdi and immediately took it away.

"Kok Haura left alone?" ask Ayleen.

"It looks from here. He was also eating pudding while playing HP." Ibra walked into the barista, standing right next to Ayleen. "Pengen geliatin from deket if you make coffee. You're really hot if you make gini coffee again," praised Ibra.

"Concerned from far away is already too late, let alone taped like that," grumbled Abdi Lirih. The man sighed waiting for the next incident that might have been more wow than wrong order making.

Ayleen made the order according to the small paper that the waiter taped while chatting with Ibra. Occasionally still watching Haura, afraid of fire.

"You don't come here often, Yang," Ibra said.

"Why?"

"Fear customers have a crush on this beautiful barista" Ibra replied as she rubbed Ayleen's arm.

Ayleen's movements suddenly stopped when Ibra touched his nape. His heart is pounding. Yes, the man was tying up his hair which had since seemed a little annoying. Ayleen used to tie his hair and wear a hat when he was a barista. But this time it is not so because the original intention was just to make coffee for Ibra.

"Cock on the face, continue. I've been waiting for the same messen." Ibra whispers near the ear make Ayleen's heart more unhealthy.

"Yes Allah. Jombloku soul thrashing," said Abdi while making face mimic crying. Inevitably Raka who was nearby immediately thrust a tissue.

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