He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 21 - Everything Has Been Leaving

Khaira's heart seemed to be pinched when she heard Boy's speech. He really did not expect if a man like Boy no longer has a family, that's what he caught from the words Boy.

"I'm sorry, Boy," said Khaira. Honestly, he felt guilty because he could not be a friend of Boy, especially after he knew the state of the man.

"No problem, I understand your father's decision. If I have children, of course I don't want my son to hang out with a bad boy, even though I'm a bad boy myself."

Exiting the police station was common for him, but never once he languished behind bars. And this was the first time for him to languish in that place. Although only a few days, Boy began to realize that his life had not been the life he wanted, but he still lived it as an escape.

The two teenagers were silent for a moment. Khaira who inexplicably felt so heavy away from the man in front of her, and Boy who always wanted to enjoy the beauty of Khaira's face before she really no longer met each other.

"Ekhem, time is up" Akmal said with a slight increase in voice to make the attention of the two teenagers turn to him.

"I go first" said Khaira, then began to set foot to leave.

"Can we meet again someday?" boy asked, making Khaira stop her steps and turn around.

"I don't know, only God knows. It is He who brings us together, it is He who divides us. If one day He wants us to meet again, I hope we meet in a better situation." After saying that, Khaira again set foot to go to where her two uncles were waiting.

Boy silently stared at Khaira's departure which was getting further and further away. It was like de javu, the scene he had seen when he first met Khaira after the girl had helped him, and now the scene was back at the last moment they were about to part.

For a moment Boy digested the words of Khaira, although he did not fully understand the meaning of the words of the hijab girl, but somehow each word was so touching in his deepest heart.

"Thank you, Ra. Even if only for a moment, your presence really brings light to my dark life. I will never regret the choice of my heart, you are the only one, the first and last."

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Boy has now reached the basecamp that will be his home for a while until he knows where he will go later. Everything he said to Khaira was just an excuse and a spontaneous word. About going where? He hasn't thought about it at all.

While beside him, Ifan was sitting and recounting their efforts to find the boss who suddenly lost news after leaving the police station from that night until now.

Boy's body is in the basecamp, but baby, his heart and mind are wandering somewhere. Even his ears that were right near Ifan did not he use to listen to the man's explanation.

"Ifan, my father has cut ties with me," Boy said suddenly, making Ifan immediately stop the story.

"What's wrong? Why could? Does that mean there will be no more income in our biker gang? cecar Ifan's.

Boy just silently did not answer, he was also confused by the current situation. Not only family problems, now he is also faced with problems in the motorcycle gang that increasingly makes his head feel heavy.

Ifan rubbed his face rough when he did not get a response from Boy. "Does that mean we're going back on the road?"

Boy immediately looked at Ifan with his eyebrows intertwined. "Do you have any other ideas for money other than that?" asked Boy with a cynical look towards Ifan.

"Continue what else? we need money to have fun, Boy!"

"You can work, Ifan! I'll work if I have to."

"Where would anyone accept us to work, Boy, we are not educated, unlike you who have almost finished high school education. A rich man like you wouldn't understand."

Boy was silent again. In the past, the Black Wings motorcycle gang was often done in the same way as the Brandalz motorcycle gang. However, since Boy was elected as the head of the gang, all the activities he stopped, and in return he bore the needs of his gang members, either with personal money or money from betting his race.

Not wanting to argue, Boy decided to go into the special room of the gang leader to just rest his body and mind. Hope all these difficulties can quickly get a solution.

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Boy woke up from his sleep as the night began to dissolve. Sayup-sayup from outside the room he heard the voices of gang members who seemed to be having serious talks.

"Tonight we will act according to the place we agreed to." Ifan closed their conversation when he saw the arrival of Boy.

"What are you talking about without asking me? Be in action? Act what do you mean?" ask Boy.

"We will start doing the stunt again" replied Ifan lightly.

"What's? Didn't we agree not to do it?"

"That was, before you were an abandoned child, Boy," said Ifan with a mocking smile.

Boy clenched both his hands tightly. He did not accept the word of Ifan to him. "What did you say?" Boy gripped the collar of Ifan's shirt. "It looks like you're really brave for me right now" he continued speaking right in front of Ifan's face.

"I've never been afraid of you, Boy. I used to respect you because you made money, now there's nothing I need to respect about you."

"You're rude ...."

Bugh

Boy who had been burned with emotion because of the words of Ifan, immediately beat the man to fall on the floor.

"I'm out of this biker gang, apparently you're nothing more than an unfaithful parasite and are just looking to benefit from me." Boy took his jacket and walked quickly to the door, but had not yet reached it, he was prevented by some Black Wings members.

"You think getting out of this gang is that easy?" Ifan stood up again and gave a code to his friends to beat Boy.

Inevitably, Boy now has to fight against his own friends who number more than 20 people. Although it felt heavy and difficult, Boy this time did not want to lose, it was enough he was humbled earlier, this time he did not want it to happen again.

After a few minutes passed, all who fought Boy had now been sprawled, including Ifan. Not wanting to get into new trouble, Boy immediately left the basecamp in the middle of the night getting late and cold alone.

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Boy sat there alone on the beach on a cold night. He stared at the dark open sea with a sad look. His chest felt tight, considering his fate so unfortunate. The gentle breeze that blew against his face could not even make his feelings relieved.

He was completely alone this time, completely devoid of direction and purpose anymore. The father who had been the only person who had always been behind him despite not giving affection had now left him.

So even with his motorcycle gang friends who he thought would still want to be together and support him when he was down, but it turns out what he thought was wrong, it turns out, they no longer respected him and fought back.

"Good luck to me." Boy rubbed his face violently. "No, I can't be like this, you weakling."

Trings

The sound of the phone ringing made Boy aware of the daydream. He was about to pick up the phone but a paper in his pants pocket made Boy who was about to take the phone instead took the small paper.

"Roman." Boy reads a name on the paper which turns out to be a business card that was once given by a grandfather to him.

"... Maybe one day you'll visit my place, I'll be very happy...."

His memory piece turned back to the old man's words when he had finished performing the maghrib prayer for the first time after a long time he had never done it.

"Pesantren Rahmatan Lil 'alamin." Boy read the letter on the business card.

"Is he a schoolteacher?" curious monologue.

Curiosity led the man to open the internet, Boy wanted to find more information about the man and his boarding school, until finally a desire to get there emerged from his heart.

"It's a long way away, how do I get there?" boy asked himself, now his gaze was on his favorite bike, the only one that still stayed by his side when everyone left.

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