Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 138

Cia stepped half-run towards Devan's room whose door seemed to be tightly closed.

"Devaan!!!" shouted Cia and after Cia hit the door hard enough to make Devan who was now sitting sweetly on his bed quickly turned his head and looked at Cia who now put on her angry face.

"Cia." Look at Devan with a smile.

"Where was last night?" cia asked without further ado making Devan wrinkle his brows inexplicably.

With a breath of excitement Cia stepped closer to Devan who was still confused.

"Where was last night?!!" cia asked but now he shouted to make Devan's smile disappear.

"What the hell? Just come in angry? Relax dong!" he said without sin and then re-opened the phone screen.

"Van!!! I want to answer my question! Where were you last night?" shout Cia.

Devan turned back, looked at Cia for a moment and looked back down at the phone screen.

"Gue in the workshop," Devan replied casually.

"Well, can you still lie?" cia said not expecting.

"liying? What the hell is lying?" devan asked, not understanding.

Suddenly Devan's face that was not worried about anything turned to surprise as he bit that last night he hit Adelio, Cia's friend. Does Cia know that he hit Adelio last night?

"Van, you don't have to lie to me!!!"

Devan was silent, this time he did not answer.

"Where was last night?!!" shout Cia.

"Gue in the workshop!!!" shouts Devan who has now risen from his seat.

"Lo don't lie to me!!!"

"Who's lying?!!" ask Devan.

"Lo lied!!! Why hit Adelio?!! Huh uh?!! Why?!!" shout Cia.

Devan is now shocked, apparently his guess is right. Cia found out that he hit Adelio last night.

"Lo really, yeah? Why did you hit Adelio to the face of the bonyok like that?!!!" shout Cia.

Devan smiled cynically after hearing Cia's utterance, making him step back into his bed. "Oh it turns out he didn't die, I think he died a boy" Devan said.

Cia's mouth opened as if she didn't expect Devan to say that.

"Do you really want to?" ask Cia.

Devan did not answer, he was just busy with his phone.

"Van, if you want to fight and want to find an opponent? Please! Don't fight Adelio! He's not your opponent" explained Cia.

"So last night you left my room and nyamperin Adelio and you hit him?"

"Yes" Devan replied.

"Gosh, Van! Lo that's why anyway? Is Adelio wrong until you hit him?!!" ask Cia.

"Well because he made you cry and I don't want anyone to cry" Devan replied.

"Lo my son and I are the same lo. In this world it's just you and Mama that I have. I don't want anyone to cry" Devan explained.

"Gue love you, Cia. You are my son, the only treasure I have in this world that is most precious. I...gue does not like anything that makes you cry or sad. Anyone who makes you cry then he must cry even a drop of tears coming out of your eyes must be exchanged for blood," explained Devan made the face of anger Cia low. Highlight Cia's sharp eyes were now slowly dimming.

Cia realizes that this is all because Devan really loves her.

"Cia's sorry, but Cia doesn't like it when Devan mukul Adelio," said Cia, who now looks down.

"Adelio is a good man and even every time there is a problem Adelio always comes and nolongin Cia."

"Hopefully, this is the last time Devan mukul Adelio. Adelio's not wrong, Cia's wrong. Cia likes and is jealous of Adelio and Fika without knowing that love cannot be forced."

Cia stepped out of Devan's room leaving Devan who was now silent staring at the door of the room which was now tightly closed.

The sound of scrolling scoops on a white plate containing charred rice made by Devan was heard in the dining room. Devan doesn't know why every dish should be charred like this. Devan realized that he had no talent for cooking.

Devan also couldn't have Baby cook food every day. Devan is tired of Baby's always screaming attitude in his kitchen when exposed to even worse oil if Baby sings, he said, rats also did not dare to approach the kitchen because of the sound of a baby's cry that was able to break the eardrum.

"Van," called Cia who was now pulling up a chair and sat down next to Devan.

Now Cia has replaced her school uniform with a white T-shirt and black pants on the thigh. Now Cia's intention has been unanimous to tell him what Mr. Abraham told him. Cia hope Devan isn't angry.

Devan glanced for a moment at Cia's face then fell silent while chewing on the rice with his flat face. The cooking is not good.

"Van," call Cia again.

"What the hell, Ci?" devan asked with his face flat.

"No," replied Cia accompanied by a swoop from her lips.

It feels that his father's mood is less supportive, not anything Devan looks moody and speaks with his flat face.

"Van," call Cia again.

"What the hell?"

"No!" cia answered shaking her head.

Devan furrowed his brows as the short sentence was thrown again from Cia's mouth. Devan stopped and looked at Cia with a very serious look.

"Lo why the hell?"

"Why me? I'm fine," replied Cia without sin.

"Cia, from earlier lo manggiling my name continues to be asked instead he replied, you want what the hell?" devan asked annoyed.

"Well, nothing" replied Cia dodged and immediately smiled.

Cia now grabbed a jar containing shrimp crackers from the table and immediately opened it. Cia is confused, Cia does not know how to convey this to Devan. Cia now only daydreamed while chewing the shrimp carpuk, producing a sound from the destruction of crackers that have now been chewed in Cia's mouth.

"Van," call Cia again.

Devan poked his lips and immediately stopped eating, placed his iron spoon onto the plate and looked at Cia with a lazy look.

"No" replied Cia again.

"Ahhhh! Lo what does it want anyway? You want another bag or something?"

"No!" answer Cia quickly.

"Well, what do you want?"

"What the hell? Angry mute deh, Pms lo yah?"

"What?" Look Devan in wonder.

"No!" cia replied again, then went back to chewing her crackers.

Now the atmosphere was so quiet, there was no longer any one among them talking. Now what is heard in the dining room is only friction from the plate and spoon Devan.

"Van," call Cia again.

Devan sighed when again and again Cia called out to him. Devan was very upset with Cia's words that had repeatedly called her name.

"Lo why else?" devan asked irritatedly in a depressed tone.

"No!" answer Cia again.

"Yahoooo!!!" devan yelled as he grabbed his own hair. Devan is really upset.

Cia furrowed her brows staring in wonder at Devan's actions which were now writhing like a person in even worse pain Devan grabbed his own hair and then shouted.

"Lo's crazy?" ask Cia.

Devan, who was still pulling his hair while shouting, was now silent and looked at Cia with a look of wanting to cry.

"Lo the crazy Ashia akanksha. Why do I have to have a kid who's kayaking lo?!!" shouts Devan.