Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 102

The girls who intend to go back to Devan now look very hesitant plus the stone that Cia holds there is quite large and can be trusted if the head is hit by the stone then there are no eyes congratulations on happening. Who is not afraid of the threat of Cia who is always rude to people.

"Hahaha," Cia's crisp laughter sounded cunning after successfully making them look raft and no one else approached her.

"Cia, the motor does not want to turn on," aduh Devan while forcing the motorbike to turn on.

"Lagian lo too," upset Cia without turning to look at Devan who is still trying to turn on his motorbike.

"My shell?" Devan's gaze stopped his footwork. Again he is to blame in this matter.

"Well, you're wrong" said Cia, getting upset.

"Why should I?"

"Gue has often said the same lo, if you do not need to use this butut bike, already know the bike has long retired still in use," said Cia annoyed without looking at Devan.  

"However I am, I mulu malu diabin."

"Well, what a flash!!!" shout Cia.

"This is Ashia Akanksha!!!" shouts Devan too.

Devan's face looks pouted while continuing to start a butut motor that is now not on. What else happened to the bike.

Cia took a deep breath while trying to withstand the weight of the black crackle that was now hanging on her elbow while lifting the stone towards the girls. The look in his eyes was still on the girls.

"Ceo!!!" The sound of screaming from the school gate made Cia quickly turn her head to look at the hordes of girls who shouted calling Devan's pseudonym while running towards Cia who was still holding the stone.

Cia's eyes widened, her mouth seemed a little gaping staring at the horde even in the front row there was Loli, Marisa and Medika there. How could they have been there just now?

"Van cepetan dong!!!" cia shouted while hitting Devan's shoulder quite hard. Only this time did he feel fear, anxiety and panic fused in one. They all look like starving zombies.

Devan turned his head, looking at the source of the voice. What kind of trials will Devan pass with the arrival of girls who come out of nowhere. Eagerly Devan again stomped his foot onto the starter trying to stir up the engine. This time the engine had to be on, no matter what.

"Van cepetan dong!!!" cia shouted again staring at the group of girls who were now getting closer.

Devan's face looks pale like he was very afraid if this motorbike engine does not turn on and make Devan pulled back by them like the hordes of girls who had been. Just thinking about it was terrifying, what if this were to happen again. Even worse, their number is far more than the number of girls who swarmed him earlier.

"Please, you flame dong!" persuade Devan while stroking the red-butut motor slowly with hope.

"Nyala well, please! I beg!" whispered Devan again with a softening of his voice.

Tak

Tak

Tak

Stroke in the starter was not going to make the motor was on, it felt soft speech Devan was not able to make the motor was on. What else should it be? Devan can't leave his bike in front of this school and just run away.

Both of Cia's eyes were perfectly rounded as she stared at the horde that was getting closer to her.

"Yeah!!!" scream Cia immediately ran up the motorcycle Seat as the horde of girls got closer to him.

"Van cepetan dong, Van!!!" cia shouted in hysterical fear while hitting hard on Devan's shoulder which seemed to stop his leg movement.

"Ahhhh lo nyala dong!!!" shouts Devan while continuing to start his blind motor.

Devan stopped his leg when he was able to feel pain in his knee. He wanted to give up but the situation was not supportive.

Devan took a deep breath and then bit his lower lip and stared at the blind motor sharply.

Plaques

Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum

The sound of the motorbike engine that sounded after Devan hit hard enough on the surface of the motor produced a loud enough scream in the exhaust of the motorbike decorated with soaring black smoke made the hordes of girls who intended to chase it coughcoughs back there.

Devan quickly plugged in the gas leaving the horde of girls. Hah, for the umpteenth time Devan is proud of his flagship bike.

Cia's hair seemed to be swinging backwards as the wind blew it past several vehicles passing by on the paved road.

Cia's breath is now really very relieved to be free from the hordes of girls who are after her father. Devan shouldn't have such a handsome face so his school friends don't have to chase Devan like that.

"Temen you are so all?" ask Devan.

"Well I know," said Cia with a tone of judesnya.

"At school, there are no boys?"

"Why, even a lot, why?"

"Aggressive like I want to snack I know not. They like never to see a man" said Devan as he continued to advance his motorbike.

"Hell it, Heh!!! in school I had a lot of guys. Next time you go to school I let you see the faces of the boys," explained Cia.

"Well, why are they chasing me?"

Cia fell silent not caring about Devan's words. This foolish man must have deliberately pretended to know nothing for Cia to admit that the horde of girls did just that because Devan's face was too handsome to take off.

Pip Pip Pip!!!!

The sound of the motor horn was heard alternately from back there, not just one motorbike but the sound of the horn sounded very crowded like dozens of motors that delivered the body.

The tired Cia now turned to look at the source of the sound that hurt her eardrums so much with the rush of motor horn sounds. Cia's eyes widened to look at the girls who had been swarming Devan chasing after him with a motorbike.

"Stop lo!!!" shouted Loli ferociously while pointing at Cia viciously while taking out half her body on the car window.

"Don't run!!!" yell at one of them.

"Stop!!!!"

"Stop right there!!!"

"Ceoooo!!!"

"Wait!!!"

"Van!!! Vaan!!!" call Cia while patting Devan's shoulder again.

"Em," said Devan lazily.

"That's a sneak they're chasing us, Van!" Quick pat Cia.

"Haduuuh, who else?" Upset Devan.

"That's Van, Cia!!" school teams!!!" cia shouted right behind Devan's ears.

Devan was surprised not the head heard of it from Cia. The girls seemed to be unyielding and even chased after him while carrying their own motorcycles.