He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 3 - Who Is He?

In a luxurious house, in front of the dining table, a small family was having dinner together. However, the atmosphere this time is a little different, not a warm atmosphere that feels but tension.

"Now explain to father, how can your rank drop to rank two?" asked the middle-aged man in a cold tone, while still feeding food into his mouth.

"Sorry Dad, it's all because of that poor boy, he's the one who took the position...."

Braaakkk

Silvi and her sister and mother were shocked when the father kicked his fork and spoon on the table so forcefully.

"Why blame others? Wouldn't it be that if your rank dropped, it meant that you weren't studying hard?" send the father in a loud voice.

"But, Dad, all this time I've been studying hard...."

"Where's evidence? Your rank actually went down. If it's like this, you better stay in the room to teach and never come out until your ranking goes back up."

"But Dad...."

"No buts."

"Dad, Silvi was right, all this time she's been studying hard, and I'm witnessing."

"Silence you are Anton! Just thinking about your mischief, I'm fed up, don't interfere, only Silvi can now count on, not you, who only know here and there riding a motorcycle is unclear!"

The man named Anton was immediately speechless to hear the words of the father who quite hit his heart. He turned to look at the sister who was now down with tears that began to wet her cheeks, he then turned to look at the mother who had been just silent and focused on eating, it was as if he did not hear the commotion before him.

"Dad's decision cannot be challenged, from tonight until the next exam, never again out of your room, other than going to school and tutoring," said the father to Silvi after finishing his meal and then immediately left followed by the mother.

After the departure of his parents, Silvi's cry broke instantly, Anton who was beside the sister could only grin while gently rubbing his back.

"Who is that poor boy you said you've taken your rank, Dek?" ask Anton slowly.

"Khaira, her name is Khaira, I hate her so much, brother. Hiks," Silvi fought in the middle of her sobs.

"Do you want your brother to help you so that he will no longer be your rival?"

Silvi's cry came to a halt, she turned to Anton who was now smiling meaningfully towards her. He clearly knew the intent of his older brother who was a motorcycle gang leader. His head slowly nodded accompanied by a thin smile on his face.

***

Khaira is busy helping put some of Shaza's clothes in the suitcase, this morning the friend plans to return to his hometown for a vacation for the next two weeks.

"Ra, are you sure you don't want to go home for the holidays?" shaza asked after all the preparations were done.

"No, Sa. I want to work part-time here, I want to study more independently and not over-burden my parents anymore."

"Work part-time?" Shaza frowned hearing Khaira's words who now nodded confidently.

"Did I not hear wrong, Ra? Your father was a successful restaurant businessman, did you work part-time?"

Khaira only smiled while scratching her head which was not itchy.

"Yes, how else? I just want to be more independent, because I've heard adults say, using your own money is much more soothing than using your parents' money, I want to prove it all."

"You can do that after work, Ra." Shaza is completely inexhaustible with Khaira's way of thinking, but on the other hand he is also amazed by the simplicity and independence of his best friend.

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From morning until noon Khaira applied for a job, but from some places no one accepted part-time workers. Until finally the last choice of the girl fell on a fairly large cafe in the city center.

At first Khaira is a little pessimistic about being accepted for work, but with the rest of the expectations that the girl has, she finally emboldens herself to go inside and offer a job application.

"Sorry, Deck. We don't open vacancies for part-time workers."

Again, it was only a rejection speech that Khaira received. With heavy steps, the girl walked straight out of the cafe and headed straight to the parking lot where her motorbike was parked there.

"It looks like I was asked to go back to my hometown too" she said, wearing her pink helmet with a hello kitty motif.

Just as he was about to turn on the motor, the sound of someone calling out to him suddenly made the girl turn her head.

"Dad!"

"What's up, sir?"

"We have just undergone a change in the structure and schedule of employees, and adek we received work at this cafe, starting tonight adek already able to work here."

Khaira fused her eyebrows together because she felt a little strange about what the manager had just said at the cafe. However, he did not want to bother, all he wanted at this time was to work and feel life with his own sweat money.

"How, Deck?" asked the manager because he did not get a response from the teenage girl in front of him.

"Eh, yes, I'm ready to work tonight too, sir. Thank you so much" he said so cheerfully.

"Then I say yes, sir. God willing, tonight I will come, assalamu 'alaikum sir."

Khaira immediately put forward his motorbike leaving the cafe with a feeling of relief.

While the manager now back into the cafe, where some employees have been waiting for his arrival since.

"So right, our boss ordered you to accept the girl?" ask one of the male employees in the waiter uniform.

"Not the boss, but the young master" the manager replied.

"What's? Isn't the young master very anti-young girls? The proof in this cafe is mostly male employees, only three women, it's also a family."

"It seems our young master has changed."

***

As per the agreement last day, that night Khaira actually came to work at the cafe. By being guided directly by one of the women, he began to understand and could do his work little by little as a servant.

The number of visitors at the cafe, making Khaira more excited to work on his first day. Until 10 p.m., the cafe finally closed, and it was time for the employees to go home, including Khaira.

Khaira drove his motor matic to a rented house which travel time is about 15 minutes. Although it was late, but he was grateful because the road he passed was always crowded by vehicles that passed by.

Until the moment he entered the gate of the housing, then he began to feel something strange. During the trip he saw from the rearview mirror there was a motorbike that always followed him. Many times he tried to calm down and think positively if it was just another biker who happened to be in the same direction. However, he grew suspicious when the motorcycle entered the housing and also stopped when Khaira entered the fence of his rented house.

"Who is he? Why is he following me?" lirih Khaira peered at the window and found the motorized man still on the road not far from his home. He could not see his face behind the darkness, but for sure, the motorist did nothing and just stayed on the bike.

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