He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 18 - Moving

From the very beginning of accepting him as a friend, it was a mistake, I shouldn't have opened up the opportunity for him to be close to me. In the end, my heart began to cling unconsciously and the devil began to use that gap to play there, in which case, I had already lost in guarding my heart.

(Khaira Muthmainna)

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A bright and warm morning sunlight came through the window of a nursery and hit the weakly lying eyes of a girl. Khaira slowly opened her eyes which now felt glare. He slightly shifted and blocked the light with his right hand.

A bruised hand and slight burns now reminded him of the horrific events of that night.

"Boy," he immediately remembered the man.

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"Boy," Khaira said in a weak voice as she began to have difficulty breathing, even as her head began to feel dizzy from breathing in a lot of smoke.

"Khaira hold on, please." Boy who had been trying to damage a back door for a moment approached Khaira who began to look between conscious and unconscious.

Fear and panic began to envelop the man's heart, but he did not want to give up, given his determination to keep Khaira despite having to sacrifice himself.

His gaze again looked throughout the entire room that was quite spacious and most had been engulfed in flames. Until he faintly saw a liquid in the basin that was not touched by the fire in the middle of the smoke, Boy was sure if it was water.

Boy opened the denim jacket that he was wearing and took off his clothes made of cloth, put it back on and then ran through the smoke and against the increasingly hot air. Boy dipped the shirt so it was perfectly wet, then ran back to Khaira and covered the girl's face with the wet shirt, hoping that the smoke would no longer interfere with her breathing, that was the spontaneous idea that came to mind Boy at that time.

Boy again continued his efforts to damage the back door made only of wood, the door that if he did not quickly open will soon be consumed by fire and no longer provide a way out for them. Until in his umpteenth effort, finally the door can open forcibly.

"By!" Boy was so surprised when he wanted to take Khaira out, because apparently the girl was unconscious, either since when. Inevitably, Boy must carry Khaira's body and cover the girl with his sizable wet shirt.

As he was about to pass through the door, a large wood that had been burned fell and hit Boy's back to his knees on the floor, even the wood came to hit Khaira's hand a little. Boy close his eyes withstanding the excruciating pain, not only the pain, but the heat as well of course he felt.

Not wanting to give up, Boy tried to get up without releasing Khaira who he tried to keep in his trunk, then pulled his body from the wood crush. When he had made it through the door, Boy ran out of the barn with all the remaining strength he had.

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"Khaira, are you conscious, dear?" Ainun who had been sitting beside Khaira's bed immediately hugged the girl. Aisyah and Aira who had been sitting on the sofa while waiting for their nephew realized immediately got up and approached him.

"How are you doing, honey?"

"Ra, how did you get this burn?"

"Do your hands hurt, honey?"

"Who made you like this, Ra?"

Aisyah and Aira looked so worried that subconsciously the consecutive questions came out of their mouths.

"Why are you here?" Instead of answering her second tantric question, Khaira asked back.

"Shaza? Where is he, Ma?" ask Khaira.

"He's going to school, honey."

Khaira let out a lethargic breath, suspecting Shaza of knowing the whereabouts of Boy, the man he strongly believed had saved him by God's permission and taken him to the hospital.

"Where is it, Ma?"

"Your father is talking to the police with your two ommu" Ainun replied.

"You just calm down, Ra. Whoever did this to you will be punished accordingly, you know, right? Your Billy is very good at computers, so just move his finger, all the evidence of the man's crime can be obtained easily" said Aira.

Khaira just nodded her head in response to the aunt's words. He hopes the motorcycle gang that kidnapped him last night can get severe punishment, so they no longer hurt him or Boy.

Moments later, Zafran, Akmal, and Billy enter Khaira's ward. Looking at Khaira who had come to her senses, the three adult men immediately approached her.

"How are you doing, honey?" asked Zafran while rubbing Khaira's head with affection, but also with eyebrows that interlocked as if holding back anger.

"Well, Pa," replied Khaira quietly.

"Father warned you before, don't get close to the biker boy, look at what's happening to you now."

Khaira rounded her eyes to look at her father after hearing his words. "Pa, it's not Boy who did it, he's even a victim here."

"You defended him, Khaira? The name of a motorcycle gang child is like that, always have enemies because they are looking for it. And behold, you who know nothing are dragged into the circle of their enmity."

Zafran was really angry at the moment, angry that again Khaira was involved with a motorcycle gang boy, and angry that her only daughter was now injured.

Khaira's tears dripped down her cheeks. His chest immediately felt tight, there was something he wanted to express, but somehow his tongue felt so heavy to just let out his voice.

"Already, Pa, Khaira is sick again, let him rest first," Ainun said mediating the father and son so that Khaira is not getting depressed.

Everyone in the room was now silently staring at Zafran, a man who was notoriously patient now looked different, with anger clearly visible in his eyes.

Zafran let out a rough breath, then turned his gaze, indeed he could not bear to see Khaira, his beloved daughter crying, but what to say, he said, once in a while he had to be tough on Khaira so that the girl would no longer repeat her mistake.

"From now on, you will never see the boy again because he has been arrested by the police" Zafran said.

"Whose biker gang kid is Papa referring to?" ask Khaira.

"The son of the biker gang who kidnapped you and the boy of the biker gang named Boy" replied Zafran.

"What?" Khaira was completely inexhaustible with what her father was doing. How can the person who was the victim as well as the person who had helped him actually come to be arrested?

"Papa, Boy is not wrong, instead he saved Khaira that night, please release Boy, Pa," the girl asked.

"Better he's also caught, because of him you're involved in their problems."

"But he's not wrong, Pa. He is kind and always takes care of Khaira, Khaira please." Khaira now even cupped her hands in front of her chest to beg. Really he felt so menzholimi Boy if he let the man in prison.

Zafran silently did not respond, but a moment later he began to speak. "Alright, if you prefer to defend him, but on one condition, you stop school here and return to town A with papa. Papa will calm down if you are near papa and away from the man."

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