Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 148

"Ekye is not tired of seeing this beautiful ekye face."

"Darling, Yuang ! Yuang !" call Jojon excitedly looking at Yuang who is now writing something.

Yuang moved her head staring at the source of the voice.

"Is Baby pretty?" ask Jojon.

Yuang laughed amusedly, yet he replied Yuang was already laughing even sounding out loud.

"Xianng zhu yiyng," Yuang said laughing.

Everyone was now speechless staring in astonishment at what Yuang had just said. Yuang who was still laughing was now making her laugh while looking at the flat faces of the mechanics.

"What the hell is that?" mamat asked dumbly staring at Tara.

Tara shook her head quickly.

"If you want to laugh, don't use Chinese! We don't understand" Haikal added.

"Yes, we also want to laugh" Jojon added.

Yuang now poked his lips.

"I mean, like a pig." Point Yuang towards Baby who is now glaring.

"Ooooooo," they all said compactly.

Now they are silent and staring at each other.

"Hahaha!!!" The sound of their laughter broke just like that even tara who was into a laughing asphyxiate drooled.

"Serahhh ahhh!!!" baby Screams.

"If there's a mirror that can throw up maybe Baby's mirror will throw up every minute, right By?" ask Jojon.

"Kuching khalis ahhh!!!" baby screams cynically while continuing to stare at his face in the mirror.

Everyone laughed again after hearing Baby's words accompanied by the gaze he made as cynical as possible.

Suddenly the sound of their laughter came to a halt as Devan stepped in from a distance and began to approach. Yuang quickly stopped his laughter and immediately busied himself by counting the workshop equipment he felt was lacking. The atmosphere looks silent.

"Have you been?" devan asked when he got there staring one by one the mechanics.

"Udah boss!!!" answer Jojon passion.

"I live with the boss, go to the mosque first. Not at Mas Mamat Mosque?" asked Adam who stopped his steps intending to step towards the mosque.

"Well Dam I will follow," said Mamat washing his hands in the sink.

"Tuh dam the grandson of Dajjal you take also." Point jojon towards Baby who is still looking.

Baby glanced at the cynics again.

"Sorry well ekye again pms," said Baby casually making everyone cheer.

"Dam wait!!!" deon shouted running over to Adam after cleaning up the workshop equipment he had used.

"I ordered meatballs as well as one portion," said Deon asked his index finger.

"Well?" Haikal looked confused.

"Eh shucks! Adam wants to go to the mosque instead of going to the meatball stall," Jojon said.

"Crazy child, his brain is getting more and more stupid." Show Tara emotions.

"Never read the tri sakti book so his brain is a bit tilted so," added Mamat again.

"There's already a drop in the mosque!" tell Devan to move his hand.

Adam now nodded then immediately stepped away towards the mosque followed by Mamat and Deon who now ran after Adam while waving some sheets of money.

A few minutes passed just like that letting all the mechanics relax on the carpet. Devan was just busy with his blind motorbike while continuing to pay attention to the red motor parts.

Before long Adam and Mamat and Deon now stepped towards the hordes of mechanics who lay helpless, today was quite tiring for them except Haikal who did not work as a mechanic here.

"Ah Adam bego, time to eat meatballs in the mosque!" said Deon told and sat next to Haikal who was competing mobile phones on his finger.

"Lo the bego," said Jojon quickly.

"Kill the sinner, right?" Look Tara towards the flat face of Deon, furious.

"That's why Tara also wants to eat meatballs" said Deon innocently.

"Well," Haikal said as he stared at his phone screen.

"Why, Kal?" jojon asked curiously and got up from the carpet quickly.

"Mita's neng photos are yah ?" Guess Jojon.

"Ah no!" haikal replied quickly.

"This is someone on Facebook asking for blood donations" Haikal said.

"Oh," Jojon answered briefly and laid his body again on the carpet.

It seems that according to Jojon in this life there is nothing as interesting as the photo of Mita the widow without the child. More bohay and refreshing eyes.

"What's Jon's blood?" ask Haikal.

"Red is the blue time block, you think the election ink," Jojon replied in an exasperated tone.

"Deflocks!!!" said Tara hit Jojon's knee violently using a white towel which she also used to hit the haikal earlier.

"What does that mean your golongan blood? the devil!!!" continued Tara.

"Yes the idiot, his brain is bego" Haikal said staring cynically.

"Son, you're the one who's already a list of soldiers once did not pass!" cerocos Jojon is hooked.

Haikal only poked his lips while tidying up his sitting position on the carpet.

"Ceo Boss!!!" haikal's calling made Devan turn his head.

"What is the blood type of Ceo boss?" haikal asked looking at Devan seriously.

"Woy haraam law that is not a mechanic call the boss Ceo with the name of the boss here, it is stated in the book trisakti chapter eighty verse two," explained Mamat.

Haikal did not care that he was still staring hopefully at Devan, hoping Devan answered.

"AB," Devan said briefly.

"Yuu!!! A rare blood type," exclaimed Mamat.

"Lo what, Mat?" ask Haikal.

"Gue mah o" replied Mamat.

"O? Usually his blood type or head is mostly bald," said Jojon made Mamat reach his head quickly.

"Lo Tar?" haikal asked Tara who was busy starting Devan's motorbike.

"I don't know" he answered quickly.

"Lo Deon?" Show Haikal again.

"Why? Meatballs?" tanya Deon put on a flat face.

Haikal poked his lips after hearing Deon's reply. Everyone nodded slowly as if unable to deal with Deon's negligent brain.

"Tell me ask the grandson of Dajjal!" Show Jojon a joke towards Baby.

Baby glanced cynically again making everyone exclaim then laugh.

"Hahaha, the blood of the animal dah if the Baby," Jojon's laughter broke just like that making Baby cynical.

"Ekye is not thau!" baby said by emphasizing his tone while continuing to look at his face in the mirror.

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The clock is ticking at eight o'clock in the evening. The atmosphere had now become quiet inside the house after Devan was in the workshop now. Cia now sits on the sofa in front of the tv and immediately presses the button of the remote control makes the tv screen light up producing sound there.

Every now and then Cia's finger pressed the remote button trying to find a good tv broadcast tonight.

"I cried ...... Imagine..."

Cia sighed as the sound of the song was heard accompanied by the cry of a woman who was crying in the rain.

"Ah nangis mulu," said Cia with a bored tone and immediately pressed the remote button move the tv broadcast.

Now the tv screen displays a cardboard film that aired on one television station makes Cia put the remote control next to where she sits.

Sometimes children's movies are more fun than having to watch a movie that only features a cry. It's reality.

"Cia!" Fatima's weak-sounding voice was heard from inside the room making Cia turn her head.