Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 114

"Oaaaaaaa." Devan yawns wide enough while moving his head left and right to make a noise there.

Devan grabbed the batik paper that he had dyed, His smile now rose from his lips while staring at the paper. Devan shook his head slowly, It is not in vain Devan stayed up late at night just to color Cia batik paper. 

This batik picture turns out to be very beautiful if given the brown and yellow gold combined with a pattern of colors that are so beautiful.

"Crazy, I'm cool also in the coloring section. What is my talent in the coloring section well? But how come when I run a race I don't win?" devan said that when he was a child and participated in the TK level coloring competition.

Devan got up from the floor and grabbed the workshop key from the table that Yuang brought home after closing the workshop. Devan hangs the key back on a nail along with the key of his motorcycle hanging there.

Devan stepped towards his room however, his steps were stifled when his glance towards the door of Cia's room seemed to open. The girl must have forgotten to close it.

Devan stepped in and looked at Cia's room, which seemed to be open with the lights on.

Devan was silent looking at Cia who had now fallen asleep on her bed. Devan exhaled heavily while slightly smiling, how could someone girl have such a bad sleeping style. Just look, now Cia sleeps like a chicken that has been slaughtered or Cia style is much more similar to a fighter who is taking the style of a hawk who is ready for combat.

Devan is now sitting on the edge of the mattress while staring at the face of Cia who is still sound asleep. Doubtfully Devan gritted his fingers and gently stroked Cia's black hair.

Devan's smile arose there feeling his son's head feeling warm.

"Father dear to Cia," whispered Devan slowly, she was afraid if Cia heard him. To be honest Devan never said this to the very stubborn and useless princess.

"Dad, what a pity," Devan said again.

"Sorry Father who always gives Cia a scorched rice, well Cia," Devan's small voice sounded soft.

Honestly, this is a sentence that comes from the bottom of the heart of a Devan.

"Sorry Father who.." Devan's words stopped, it felt so hard to express it. Devan breathed a heavy sigh and even found it difficult to do so.

"I'm sorry you couldn't tell Cia about what happened a few years ago."

"Dad can't tell what happened to this handsome, cool, young dad." Devan nibbled his lips slowly trying to hold back his laughter . Foolish, a time like this too he can joke.

"I'm sorry Dad! Sorry I can't tell you all the stories Dad used to."

"What I'm afraid of, Cia doesn't need to know that story. A story of Devan's past.

Devan is now silent for a few minutes, long enough to feel very sad and guilty about the past. Slowly without Devan realizing a trickle of tears dripping down Devan's cheeks. Devan blinked both eyes several times as if surprised by the tears that escaped from both eyes.

Devan rubbed his cheek quickly. Devan doesn't want Cia to wake up and see him cry.

"Sorry Dad, Cia. Sorry Dad can't be happyin Cia, can't buy Cia something that Cia always wants and Dad can't tell that story, the story that Cia always wants to hear."

"Sorry Cia, but I can't tell you everything because I'm afraid that Cia knows the truth and Cia will hate me. I don't want Cia to hate me and leave me so alone."

"Dad who took care of Cia from small to big and I don't want Cia to leave Dad after knowing everything."

"It's like Dad's breath if it's gone then there's no point in this body being there."

"I'm sorry Dad's Cia."

"Emm." Wiggling Cia on her bed.

Devan was shocked and both of his eyes were shocked. Honestly Devan was so very surprised by Cia's sudden move.

Devan breathed a sigh of relief fortunately Cia was still sleeping and did not hear his words earlier.

Devan stepped a little away from his stupid daughter. Slowly bow to enter if the daughter is really still asleep or she is awake now.

With a slow step Devan stepped out of the room after turning off the lights and then closed the door tightly even managed to not spend a little.

In the atmosphere of silence, dark and silent, Cia's eyes opened staring at the door that had been closed tightly. Cia's always cheerful face was suddenly sad. Honestly Cia heard everything. Cia woke up from her sleep when Cia felt someone stroking her head.

"What happened, Van? What would make me hate you if I knew everything?"

"What did you do first?"

"Why is it so hard to say anything about it?"

Cia sighed along with her tears dripping down the pillow she was using.

"But no matter what happens, I still won't leave you, Dev."

"I'm sorry, Cia's always been rude to Dad."

"Honestly, Dad. Cia doesn't deserve the affection of a father like Devan."

A thin smile rose on Cia's lips and then twisted his body to lock the door that had been tightly closed. 

"Cia loves you too."

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This morning Cia fell silent to her back to Fatima who was now combing her hair that had dried after being given the shampoo. Cia who is now sitting on the floor complete with her school uniform is now eating packaged rice that Devan bought at the market earlier.

"Well," said Fatima then stroked Cia's hair smelling of hazelnut oil after being tied firmly. 

"Thank you, my very dear Mama."

Fatima smiled then kissed Cia's still chewing hair. Fatima loved Cia, her only granddaughter.

"Mama."

"Yes," replied Fatima softly. His body is still hot and weak.

"Mama's cured?"

Fatima laughed softly. Cia gulped down the water in her glass and turned her body to look at Fatima.

"Cia is tired of eating charred rice continues," he said sadly.

"Cia time every day eating charred rice keeps the hell Ma?"

Fatima just smiled as she continued to caress Cia's black hair.

"Dad can't cook Ma" whispered Cia.

"He if cooking rice is always charred and the cooking is never tasty. Fried eggs have no taste."

Aduh Cia with a slightly pompous look Fatima who just nodded with a smile.

"Well, yeah, yeah, keep going! keep going!" Said Devan who was now standing at the entrance while holding a paper containing the duties of Cia's group that Devan had colored.

Cia and Fatima now turned to look at Devan with a serious look. This man was now standing with a pretentious look of a maco who was ready to read off the person who was talking about it.