He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 24 - He is Married

The night began to pick up, Boy who was tired finally decided to return to his temporary residence while in Cairo. However, just a few steps after he came out of the library, the girl who had decided to wait for Boy outside now followed him again.

Feeling fed up with being followed, Boy finally stopped his footsteps and turned around. "I warned you several times, never follow me again! I didn't expect a girl like you to be so stupid" he said so grumpily.

"Silvi, my name is Silvi. Should I repeat it again, I like you Boy, so I'm willing to follow you to the boarding school until I get here just to follow you and make you interested in me."

Yes, right after Anton was caught, the depressed Silvi finally found out Boy's whereabouts by all means, even he was willing to spend his savings in order to pay people to look for Boy's whereabouts, because only Boy was able to reduce his depression at that time.

Until finally he found out that Boy has now decided to enter the boarding school. He also tried hard to persuade the father so that he was educated in the same boarding school, so he could always see Boy and regardless of the demands of the father, so he could always see Boy, and of course Khaira is no longer a rival.

Boy turned his panted eyeballs to hear an excuse that he knew how many times he had heard. If he used to follow Khaira, now things change, and that makes Boy really uncomfortable.

"It turns out being stalked really makes it uncomfortable. Did he feel the same way when I always followed him?"

Boy let out a rough breath while rubbing his face as the shadow of a girl again bothered him. He immediately turned around and immediately ran away leaving Silvi in front of the library in order to avoid unwanted things, and sure enough the girl had now lost track of him.

A few minutes later, Boy has now arrived at his residence. "Assalamu 'alaikum, '" he said as he opened the door.

"Wa'alaikum greetings" replied a man who had just walked out of his room.

His name is Ali, he is senior Boy at Al-Azhar campus, and he is a student from Indonesia who happens to be one place to live with Boy.

"You're home late again, are you learning Arabic?" Boy nodded his head then sat his body on a small sofa because he was so tired while loosening his collar slightly. Inadvertently his reflection was seen from the glass window that was right in front of him.

A little tattoo was seen on his neck covered in a shirt collar. Slowly he rubbed it and instantly a flash of memory of his conversation with a girl about tattoos and prayers came back like a tape that was deliberately played backwards.

"God is Oft-Forgiving and Most Merciful, if you want to repent earnestly and no longer make a tattoo on your body, God willing, your prayers will be accepted...."

"If indeed you are sure when removing the tattoo does not pose a fatal danger to your body, it is better to remove.... "

Boy immediately got up from his seat as if he had just heard those words right in his ear. "Bang, do you know any tattoo removal places around here?"

Ali frowned hearing Boy's question. "Why are you looking for him? do you have a tattoo?" ask the man who is now sitting next to him, making Boy sit back.

Boy did not answer, he only opened a little collar and was seen there part of his tattoo, where the rest is still covered by the sleeves of the clothes Boy was wearing.

"Subhanallah, since when do you have tattoos, and how can you have them, Boy?" tanya Ali was so surprised, because all this time he saw Boy was a good man so he really did not expect if behind the dress that Boy often use hidden a tattoo.

"I've had it for a long time, Bang. It's a long story and I can't tell it right now. Please help me find a place that provides tattoo removal services, Bang," Pinta Boy.

At first Ali was a little unsure as he himself had never dealt with it, but in the end he was willing to help Boy find it.

***

A few days later.

Khaira was on his way to school to take Umar, coincidentally the path to school and their campus was the same so that the sister more often asked Khaira to take him, rather than join the father.

However, while in the middle of the road, Khaira's motorcycle tire suddenly deflated. Both of them had to stop by the roadside.

"Kok stop, brother?"

Khaira immediately got off the bike and checked the condition of the motorcycle tire. "Here, brother's flat motorcycle tires, Deck."

"Silence, dong. You ride ojol just let's hurry."

Just as Khaira stopped talking, a car suddenly stopped beside her. Shortly after that, a man came out of it.

"Khaira's? why's your bike, Dek?"

"His father deflated, brother," Khaira replied to a senior named Dito.

"Yes, you guys are with me, the bike stays there, later I tell people to take it to the workshop."

Khaira glanced at the sister. Actually he did not want to trouble his senior brother, but when he saw the expression of the younger brother pleading in motion, Khaira finally agreed.

"Yes, you have gone up there" Khaira told Umar, gladly entering and sitting beside the steering wheel while waving his hand to Khaira, making Dito a little surprised.

"You're not riding?" dito asked when he saw Khaira was silent near his bike.

"Sister please take Umar, yeah. I'll take my bike straight to the workshop, not far from here anyway" Khaira replied casually.

A look of disobedience now appeared on the man's face, eager to persuade Khaira to come with him again, because he thought it would be easier to approach the girl when he could drive together and sit closer in the car.

"Sister, come on, Umar is almost too late," Umar asked Dito, making the man only able to take a slow breath and get into his car.

Inevitably, because it had already happened, Dito finally drove Umar without Khaira. While in the car, the atmosphere was quiet, Umar just sat still while looking out the window. While Dito focused on driving while occasionally glancing at the sister of the girl he was after.

"Ekhem, what class are you in, brother?"

Dito began to mince words, although he actually did not like it too much. However, approaching family is one of the important points in approaching a girl, so he thought.

"First grade Junior High, Brother," replied Umar. Furthermore, Dito continued to invite Umar to tell stories until the time came he wanted to ask some things related to his brother.

"Umar, your sister has a boyfriend, hasn't she?" dito asked, making Umar immediately frown.

"Daughter?" tanya Umar wanted to be sure, and Dito answered her with a nod of his head.

"If there's no boyfriend, sister."

Dito smiled with relief at Umar's reply.

"But my brother has a husband."

The smile on Dito's face instantly vanished like in the wind.

"So Khaira is married?" Umar nodded innocently answering Dito's question. There was a look of disappointment on the man's face, he didn't even talk much after that, until they arrived at Umar's school.

Umar waved his hand at Dito's car which had already driven away with a triumphant smile.

"I'm wrong, meaning I've dreamed of seeing my brother marry someone." Umar laughed softly if he remembered how Dito's face had changed so derastically.

"Basic mode, he thought he could approach my brother easily, ooo not that easy fergusso, but thanks for the ride," Umar monologue then entered his school.

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