Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 151

Still no answer from Fatima even though the tone of Cia's voice began to rise. It felt like Cia's body and face were heating up, Cia's eyes were pure white was now reddened to hold back the crying trying to get rid of her stupid thoughts about Fatima.

Cia who was still in doubt began to bring her index finger closer towards Fatima's nostril. Cia wasn't expecting any of that but Cia just wanted to make sure Fatima was okay. Both of Cia's eyes widened in shock as he felt that there was no gust of Fatima's nose.

Cia again moved her index finger away with a trembling finger. This must be wrong, this is all wrong. With the courage that Cia had gathered, Cia again brought her index finger closer to Fatima's breathing hole. Still no breath there.

"Huh!!!" surprised Cia.

The wide-eyed Cia started to move her finger away again then clenched her fingers, hugging her so very tightly . The look in his reddened eyes seemed to almost shed his tears.

"Ma," call Cia.

There was no response from Fatima.

Cia took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Mama!!!" call Cia again with an elevated tone of voice.

Still there is no answer from Fatima accompanied by the power of the cia who tried not to shed tears that have now hung on her eyelids.

"Ma...M...Mama," I called Cia and then got up and sat on her bed.

"Ma...Ma's...Mama," call Cia and touch Fatima's cold body.

Cia again distanced her hands from Fatima's cold body. Both of Cia's wide eyes were staring from the tip of the foot to the tip of Fatima's hair that was still lying on the mattress.

With a tight breath accompanied Cia's courage to slowly shake Fatima's body.

Cia looked up violently when the body that Cia was shaking felt stiff. Cia is now aware that something is going on here.

"Mama!" call Cia move quickly to Fatima's side of the body closer.

Cia's body now seemed to disappear from this place making the cool atmosphere feel warm. What happens to people who have a cold, stiff body, a stomach that no longer moves and a nose that no longer blows as usual. Ls it?

Both of Cia's wide-eyed eyes were staring at Fatima's pale face.

"Ma...Ma's...Mamaaaaa!!!" cia screamed while shaking Fatima's stiff and cold body.

Cia was wide open, her mouth was open perfectly now the tears that she had been enduring were now spilling over her cheeks.

"Yahoooooo!!!" cia shouted so histris.

"Ma...Ma's....Mamma...Ma's...Aaaaaa!!!" cia's screams seemed to break up that quiet room.

"Cia?" Devan's gaze was astonished after the sounds and screams from Cia that managed to make him wake up from his sleep.

"Van! Mom, Van!!! Van, Maaaaaa!!!" cia shouted again at the end of her sentence while shaking Fatima's stiff body.

The wide-eyed Devan quickly moved to touch Fatima's cold, stiff body. While Cia was still screaming hysterically there trying to wake Fatima up.

Devan's trembling hand began to look for the pulse on Fatima's wrist, leaning her ear against Fatima's chest hoping she could hear the sound of a heartbeat there.

"Yahoo!!! Mama!!!" shout Cia.

"Shut up!!!" devan shouted while staring at Cia who was now quickly silent.

"But-"

"Shut up! If you're noisy, I can't hear your heart!!!" shouts Devan.

Cia is now silent, no longer screaming but her tears are still flowing down her cheeks letting Devan try to make sure that her mother is still alive.

The wide-eyed Devan now raised his head to look at Cia who was silent waiting for Devan to speak.

"Why Van?" ask Cia.

Devan was speechless with his suddenly stiff body.

"Why Van?" ask Cia again but, Devan never answered her question.

"Van, why?"

"Why are you silent?"

"Let's answer!"

Devan did not answer and his head looked down at Fatima's pale face.

"Van, Mama's alive, right?" ask Cia again.

"Van, let's answer!!!" scream Cia, force.

"Why didn't you answer? Let's answer!"

"Let's say that..if you're alive!!!" cia shouted while hitting Devan.

Devan now rubs his head staring at Cia. The glare of Devan's eyes had now been flooded with tears made Cia swallow. Those tears, from those tears made Cia get an answer from her statement.

"Cia!" devan said in a vague voice but, it was still clearly heard in Cia's ears.

"Why?" cia asked in a whispering voice.

"Ma...Mama u.u is dead, "devan replied as if unable to say that.

It felt like Cia's world was now destroyed when she heard what Devan had just said about her Mama. How could this all happen to him?

Cia's heart seemed to feel very sick as if stabbed so sadistically that it penetrated into the back of her body. His breath seemed to be stuck in his throat making his chest tightness immeasurably. Highlight those blurred eyes looked down at Fatima's now lifeless face.

"No way, Mama couldn't have left Van. Ma's...Ma ...Mamaaay!!!" cia shouted hysterically while throwing her body into the mattress, not accepting this reality.

"Yahoooo!!!" scream a.

Devan is now only able to be silent while his eyes also shed tears, It feels like Devan is unable to face this. His dearest woman who had willingly sacrificed her life to give birth to him into the world was now gone with the body of her feet now lying on the bed.

"Yamaa!!!" call Cia rubbing Fatima's cold cheeks.

"Ma wake up, Maaaa!!!" Please Cia with her hoarse voice.

"Yes!!!" call Cia move her head that was leaning on Fatima's chest staring at Fatima's pale face.

"Your mother didn't leave?"

"Mama's just pretending, right? Isn't it Ma?" cia asked trying to smile.

"Why not leave?" ask Cia.

Cia's smile now turned into a cry that broke with a sound that grew louder as she pressed her eyelids letting out all the pain in her heart. Cia still doesn't accept this.

"Yahoooooo!!!" yell Cia again.

"Udah Cia! Huh!" devan rubbed Cia's long hair.

"Mama can't die!!!Vaaaan!!" shout Cia.

"Banguuuuun mom!!!"

"Mom can't leave Cia!!! Maaaaaaah!!!"

"Yahoooo!!!"

"Mom don't miss Ciaaaa!!!"

"Mama, who's gonna make Cia? Maaaaah!!!"

"If Ma...Mama ninggalin Cia, who tied the hair...Ci..Ciaaaaa Maaaaaa."

"Yahoo!!!" cia screamed while shaking Cia again.

"Yahoooo!!!" the cry of Cia accompanied by the cry made Devan who had been trying to hold back the sound of his cry just broke, making him embrace the cold body of Fatima.

"Ma...Ma's...Ms...aa!!!" devan shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Van, Mama didn't leave?" ask Cia.

Devan did not answer, but the cry seemed to answer all of Cia's questions if her beloved woman was gone. Go, go forever and never come back.

No old woman would always tell Cia to school on a meticulous motorbike at such a slow time, No more old women who always cook to be taken to the Mobepan workshop and no more women who always fill the living room with the sound of the sewing machine.

He's gone for good.