He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 39 - Return of the Motorcycle Gang

Boy woke up from sleep when his phone rang. In the midst of the whack of sleepiness, his hand tried hard to reach the phone on the nightstand. Several times he blinked his eyes to balance the dazzling-looking cell phone light.

A new number plastered on the phone's screen made Boy frown a little, but in the end he picked up the phone as well. For a moment he spoke normally. However, in the next second worry began to approach the man.

"Well, I'll be there right away" said the man and immediately turned off his phone and got out of bed.

Boy quickly changed clothes to prepare, but the man's view immediately focused on a motor key hanging in the closet, the key he knew so well it certainly made him confused. As he remembered, it was the key to his favorite motorcycle that he had sold a few years ago.

Not wanting to waste time, Boy immediately took the key and immediately went down from his room to the exit. However, the sound of knocking on the door made the man slow down his pace.

"Who's been visiting these nights?" his monologue.

Boy opened the door and how surprised he was when he found Silvi standing there, Boy's shock grew when the figure of the woman he once called mother is now caught by his neutrality.

"Boy?" Several times Silvi called out her name, but let alone answer, turning her head towards him was not.

The man looked at the middle-aged woman who had been bowed with a sharp look, her hands clenched tightly and her jaw hardened. The shadow of the wound that the beak woman had inflicted while leaving left her and the father immediately turned back in his memory.

Still clearly remembered, when Boy cried begging for the mother not to leave, even he hugged his feet hoping to prevent his departure, but the woman still insisted on leaving, he said, he even kicked the body of Boy who was still sitting on the SD bench at that time until it crashed, and arrogantly he said that he did not want to live with people he did not love, then immediately entered a taxi that had been waiting since.

Boy's heartache grew when he saw the father who looked a lot silent after the mother's departure, like a lifeless body, he looked forward, but his gaze was empty. It lasted several years until when Boy sat on the bench of Junior High, the attitude of the father changed completely. The figure that used to be very warm and caring, everything disappeared and changed into a cold and indifferent figure and preferred to busy themselves in the office rather than going home.

"What are you going to do here?" boy asked without turning his gaze away from the middle-aged woman. Silvi immediately turned to look at the mother with a look of wonder, as well as the father.

"Do you know each other?" ask Silvi's father.

"Is she your wife, sir?" Instead of answering, Boy now turned to look at the middle-aged man before him and asked back.

"True, this is my wife, it's good if you already know each other, meaning maybe our plan to match you with our daughter is right" Silvi's father replied with a smile.

Boy's gaze now turned to the hijab girl in front of him who was also smiling shyly. It made Boy smile wryly.

"So you want me to marry Silvi?" boy asked and looked back at the middle-aged woman.

"Yes, maybe it would be nice to talk inside about your wedding plans," Silvi's father said.

"Sorry, Sir. There seems to be a misunderstanding here. First, I already have the woman I want to marry, and it's not Silvi, and secondly, how can we get married while we're sisters, more precisely half-brothers," obviously Boy made Silvi and his father surprised instead of playing.

"W-what do you mean, Boy? How can we be half-brothers?" silvi asked so confused.

"You just ask your mother" Boy replied as he looked back at the now pale middle-aged woman. "Sorry, I have a sudden business so I have to leave immediately" said Boy immediately leaving the three men to his trunk.

Boy was so amazed when he found his favorite bike is still there in a manicured state. "Thank you, Dad," said Boy, smiling, and then he got on his bike and drove out of his house.

"Let's go home and let your mom explain everything." Silvi's father immediately walked quickly to his car leaving two other women of that age with a face that is not okay.

***

A dark and slightly drizzling night now accompanies Boy's trip to the hospital. He did not care about the drizzle, which he obviously wanted to get to the hospital as soon as possible to meet the father who had woken up.

The sound of a horn that sounded several times behind Boy made the man a little disturbed. He was about to see it through the rearview mirror but was blocked by the light of several motorbikes behind.

The longer the rider gets closer. Until Boy felt surrounded by motorists who use all black clothes.

"Hello, Boy, long time no see," said one of the motorists on Boy's left while opening the helmet covering his face.

"You still recognize me apparently" said Ifan with a laugh.

"Would you follow me?" ask Boy.

"We have orders from Anton to finish you off so that his brother is no longer crazy about you" replied Ifan.

"What's? Anton's? Her sister?" This time Boy really did not understand the current state of affairs.

"Why? Confused? Listen carefully, we've now joined Brandalz's motorcycle gang, and you know what? Even if Anton's in jail, he can still communicate with us, he's even the one who told us about you."

"What?"

"Well, one more thing, the girl you just wanted to marry is Anton's younger brother, your own half-sister."

This statement really makes Boy speechless. He really did not expect if all this time he was in conflict with his own half-brother. I don't know if Anton is still worth saying brother while he even almost killed him when he knew the truth.

Boy's daydreams instantly crumbled as the biker gangs forcefully stopped his bike. Boy had not had time to talk, they immediately dragged him into the forest that was on the side of the road.

The fight again happened on an increasingly quiet night. This time the biker gang numbered more than 10 people. There is a duty to hold Boy's hand and lock it so that he really can not move. Punch after punch he now received in the face and stomach without a fight.

"However you, Ifan," said Boy in a soft voice, but instead of pity, Ifan was more and more laughing satisfied to see the state of his former boss.

His face was now filled with blood, even fresh blood spewed out of his mouth from the extremely violent blow on his stomach. Boy is really helpless this time, he can only put himself in the Khaliq, whether he can still see tomorrow or not, now he has resigned.

Long enough Boy was held by the biker gangs in the forest, until Ifan pulled out a knife from his pocket to end his mission.

"Please say goodbye to your father, Boy."

***

Elsewhere, Zafran, Akmal and Khaira had just exited the airport, taking a taxi to a hotel in the city centre. However, their journey was hampered by several motorbikes that stopped freely in the middle of a deserted road.

"Astaghfirullah, this is why there are so many bikes here? Is there a party in the woods?" akmal protested while glancing towards the dark forest. He even went down to check on something but was stopped by their taxi driver.

"Don't haphazardly come out, sir. Here the vulnerable area of motorcycle gangs, there are already many who are in begal here. We'd better just turn around" said the taxi driver and then try to rewind the cab.

"Wait, Sir. I think I know that bike." Khaira now pointed towards a motorbike that was there.

"Whose motor is that, Ra?" ask Akmal.

Khaira squinted her eyes to make sure what she saw was not wrong. "It's a Motor Boy."

"What?"

Zafran and Akmal now looked at each other for a moment. "Darling, is it okay for Boy to go back to his biker gang?"

Khaira did not respond at all this time, he seemed to be thinking of something.

"Sir, please call the police."

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