He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 47 - Handkerchief

A few minutes earlier.

Ali who was in the boarding school was asked by Salma to return to his house because his father was sick, it made Ali had to go home that night using his Ninja motorbike.

A taxi that stopped in the middle of a dark road made the man curious. Ali slowed down the speed of his motorbike to see the state of the taxi, and immediately stopped when he found the driver lying unconscious.

"Sir, sir, are you okay." Ali patted the middle-aged man's cheek gently until he regained consciousness.

"My target." Instead of answering Ali's question, the taxi driver remembered his passenger, he rushed up and looked for him in the backseat. But there was no woman there.

"What's up, sir?" Ali followed the taxi driver to stand near the door of the car that Silvi had passed when he was dragged out.

"We were just in the middle of a biker gang, they beat me unconscious, and my rider, a young woman, was here, now it's gone, things are now splattered everywhere, I'm afraid something bad happened to her." The driver looked down and took the handkerchief that was on the street.

Ali's forehead shriveled as she looked at the handkerchief. "Wait, Sir. It's my handkerchief because there's my name embroidered on the end, but ...." Ali tried to remember who had borrowed his handkerchief, the man rounded his eyes as he began to remember it. "Silvi," he said, beginning to worry.

Ali began to look for Silvi's whereabouts around the place until he accidentally heard the voices of some men laughing.

Ali entered the forest following the source of the voice so carefully that he could see Silvi being tied up with her mouth covered with duct tape. The man's hands clenched firmly upon seeing one of them start to touch Silvi even to the point of ripping off her veil.

The man tried to think of a quick way for Silvi to survive. Calling the police is no longer possible. While entering there alone with martial arts is less like suicide, instead of surviving but even more wretched.

Until he recalled that Boy had told him that his special girl had saved him with the help of police sirens from a cell phone. Ali wanted to try it, succeed or not, he left everything to God.

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The sound of police serine being heard approaching instantly made the motorcycle gangs panic in the clouds. They all reflexively ran into the forest thinking the police had known of their whereabouts.

The opportunity was used by Ali to save Silvi who was currently crying in fear.

"Be calm, and do not speak, I will help you with the permission of Allah" whispered Ali.

Silvi looked so pitiful, her hair was now broken, her clothes were already messy. Fortunately, Ali found him directly covering Silvi's head with a turban that was always on his neck, and Silvi's body he covered with a jacket that he was wearing.

Silvi's body trembled in fear, even for the road he could not afford. Inevitably, Ali carried him and took him to his motorbike which he had hidden in a closed place.

"You can still hold, right? Please hold my shirt so that you don't fall, sorry that I touched you, it's an emergency" Ali said, wearing his helmet and starting to drive his motorcycle towards his house not far from the road.

Along the way, Silvi could only cry, even Ali could hear the roaring cries of the girl behind him. Ali just quietly let him cry, at least with so tightness in the chest of the girl he could get out.

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Salma who had been waiting for Ali's arrival was quite surprised to see his only son came not alone, but there was a girl he was boning behind him.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, son," Salma replied, but her gaze did not turn away from the woman standing beside Ali's motorbike as she bowed. "Who is he, son? Why is she with you?" sis asked.

"Name is Silvi, Mom. Later I explain, we go in firstwell, pity him," said Ali. "Mom, can you help Silvi walk? His body is still weak" continued Ali, making the mother understand and begin to help her walk into his house.

Silvi is sitting on the living room sofa with Salma, while Ali permits to enter the room to change her clothes.

Salma silently looked at the woman before her. A slightly dirty face, but it could not cover her beauty. Salma also knew that the turban covering her hair was Ali's turban, as well as the jacket she was wearing.

So many questions were present in the middle-aged woman's mind, but she was afraid that the question would offend her.

Shortly after, Ali came out of his room wearing a t-shirt, he briefly saw the state of the father who had fallen asleep before he finally came out to accompany his mother and Silvi in the living room.

"So Silvi is a friend I teach in pesantren, and qadarullah, he was a victim of a biker gang, I happened to pass so I helped," explained Ali.

"Thank God, have pity on you, son. Why not take him to the hospital? Pity her fear" asked Salma.

"Hospital is still too far away, I'm afraid the biker gang will come back after us, and now Silvi needs more family to be by her side. As far as Ali is concerned, both of his parents do not live in this city" Ali explained.

"Oh Allah, well, you stay here first for a while, I can call Ali's cousin Anisa to stay here with you."

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A few days have passed, today Boy and Khaira have become legally married couples and in the public eye. Both of them became Kings and Queens for a day. Khaira looks so pretty in a bone white dress while Boy looks so handsome in a black tuxedo suit.

Like most bridal couples, Boy and Khaira will often stand and sit down to welcome guests who wish to congratulate them. Lucky Boy's legs are better so he no longer needs to wear crutches.

A few hours have passed, Khaira began to show gestures that showed that she had begun to feel uncomfortable.

"Darling, do you want to rest in the room?You're getting tired." Boy clasped Khaira's hand which began to feel cold and slightly tremble.

"Yes, Brother. My stomach is uncomfortable, I feel like I want to vomit" Khaira said.

"Alright, we should rest in our room now."

Boy asks Zafran and Ainun and Oma Sofi for permission to go first because Khaira is not feeling well. After that, he helps Khaira to get down from the sewer to their room.

"Does this Queen want to be carried by the King?" tawar Boy while teasing his wife, making Khaira smile shyly.

"No need, Brother. Just papah I like this, this shirt is heavy and long, you will have difficulty if carrying me," declined Khaira smooth.

"Alright if that's my Queen's wish."

"Boy."

Boy and Khaira's footsteps stopped as someone called out to him from behind. The two compactly turned around to see who was behind them at the moment.

A middle-aged woman whose face looked very similar to Boy was currently before them, to make Khaira turn to the husband who actually showed a cynical look at him with a strong clenched hand.

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