He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 13 - Forced to Step Away

Khara's eyes faded, her tongue twitching instantly as her father stood before her with a sharp look. Even Boy who was next to him could only duck uncomfortably looking at the aura of the man who was full of anger at the moment.

"You two, come with me now" Zafran said, then got back in his car and drove off first.

Boy momentarily glanced at Khaira who looked a little worried, the girl did not speak anymore then put forward his bike, then followed by Boy who followed behind.

Khaira and Boy continue to follow Zafran's car in front of him. Until 15 minutes passed, the car now stopped at a house that had been the residence of Khaira so far. Zafran was seen coming out of the car and stood waiting for the two teenagers.

"Lake in!"

Both Khaira and Boy just kept silent according to the orders of Zafran who stood upright while shaking his waist, the man entered first and followed the two teenagers and immediately sat on the living room sofa.

"Who let you sit next to my daughter?" zafran asked in a thunderous voice as he found Boy sitting not far beside Khaira.

"Ma-sorry Om," said Boy then moved to a different sofa.

Several times Zafran took a breath and threw it away slowly so that he could calm down and not explode. The man was really angry because the princess he trusted so much had disappointed him instead.

"How far along is your relationship?" ask the man.

"No, Pa. We have nothing to do."

"We're just friends, Om."

"Friends?" Zafran laughed at Boy's words. "Khaira, do you remember what Papa said back then?"

"Look, Pa."

"It should be, before BEFRIENDING, you find out first his background, do you not know if he is a motorcycle gang boy who likes to make trouble, likes to race wild, do not know if he is a motorcycle gang boy who likes to make trouble, do you like to hang out at night clubs and drink hard? You know it's Khaira?"

"What?" Khaira's face immediately lifted up to look at Zafran, then turned to look at Boy who was now bowed could not dodge. He really did not expect if the man who had been good to him was a bad boy. He used to think Boy was just a guy who was a thug style to follow the style alone, in fact what he thought was very much different from the reality.

"So you really don't know, Khaira?" asked Zafran again and now the girl just bowed deeply while shaking slowly.

Zafran now turned to look at Boy who had been silent since not giving any defense to himself. "And you, you must be wondering where om knows everything, right?" asked Zafran, and Boy just kept silent

"From the very beginning of seeing you, om was suspicious if you were interested in Khaira, that's why om found out all the information about you, and because of this also om directly came here, wish what you were worried about didn't happen, but what is this? Om even saw you riding a motorcycle while talking so familiarly," continued Zafran while twitching his temple.

"I, I just want to keep Khaira, Om," Boy said, trying to stay polite.

"Not to reason, om know it's just your wits to get close to Khaira, right? From now on, you should never approach Khaira, because as a parent, you only want the best for your daughter, and you also want a good partner for her, om hope you understand."

"And you're Khaira, remember the word papa well, papa trusts you, so don't ever let papa down again, understand you?"

"Y-yes, Pa. I'm sorry, "lirih Khaira feels guilty.

After giving advice and warning to Khaira and Boy, Zafran invited Boy to go home first, while Khaira remained in his position and again heard the advice of his father.

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Boy drove his motorbike at high speed splitting a slightly congested road. His chest felt so tight, if he remembered the word for word that Zafran had thrown at him. He tried hard to understand all that, but his heart still hurt because in the end he had to stay away from the girl he now loved so much.

Boy stopped his bike on a quiet beach. He opened his helmet and showed a lethargic face, and reddened eyes. Just this time he fell in love with a girl, but he had to stay away from the girl because of her identity.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa," cried Boy with all his might, trying to let go of all that had been held back and now made his chest tight. Her tears slowly flowed down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away.

"Geez, where there's a crying bad boy, you weakling!" sarcas Boy is self-inflicted.

Boy himself was astonished by her being so crybaby as he is today, when the mother left, and lost the affection of the father, he never cried, she said, why is she crying so easily now? Has the presence of Khaira in his heart softened slowly?

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That night, a girl was sitting in her room looking at the number she just got today, the number of a man who had managed to make her fall in love at first sight.

"Call, no, phone, no, call me? But later I was thought to be aggressive if I called first."

Silvi flipped through her phone while thinking. "Eh, but if I don't act now, Boy will instead choose Khaira, but I'll be better at everything than Khaira." The girl started looking for the number she wanted to call.

Tuuut... Tuuut... Tuuut...

Silvi's heart began to pound unruffled as the voice of the phone connection began to be heard from her phone.

"Hello, assalamu 'alaikum, '" said a male voice across the phone.

"Cock sounds different?"

"Hello? Hello?" said the man again because it did not get a response from Silvi.

"Hello, is this really Boy's number?" Silvi finally made a sound.

"Why do you know my little name? Bener mbak, I'm Boy, commonly called Mas Boy," replied the man with a typical Javanese medok voice.

"No, it's true this is Boy but why does it sound different? Where medok again, so different from the original, is it because he spoke by phone well?"

"Oh yeah, Mas Boy, this is Silvi, Khaira's friend, you remember that, right?"

"Silvy? Khaira?" I heard a moment of silence across the phone. "Oh, Madam Khaira, I know that she is, so Miss Silvi is her friend, would you like to order meatballs, Ma'am?"

Silvi knitted her eyebrows together as she was confused by what the man had said. "Huh, meatballs?"

"Yes, Mother. Ma'am Khaira is my loyal customer, so especially for Ma'am, I'll take a discount."

Silvi immediately turned off her phone as it got more confused. He began to feel something was wrong, rather he began to realize that Khaira had deceived him by giving another Boy number and not the Boy he meant.

"Behold you, Khaira, you think you can play games with me, just see how I'm going to show you the real game."

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