Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 186

A few minutes later the bike that Devan drove on stopped right at the side of the road after Cia patted Devan's shoulder quickly.

"Why?" devan asked after removing the helmet from his head.

Cia stepped down and took off her helmet until the braided hair was visible. A few strokes Cia did to tidy up her somewhat messy hair. Fortunately Yuna and Faririn did not reprimand the ugly hairstyle otherwise he would be even more embarrassed, it was enough Devan letters that made him ashamed of nothing else.

"We've arrived" Cia said.

Devan looked around him until he was silent staring at a magnificent building that looked like a palace.

"This is her house?" Show Devan made Cia nod.

"Well in!" take Cia who is now calmly stepping.

Devan nodded then immediately grabbed something from his jacket pocket. A fake mustache still wrapped in a plastic made Cia slump.

"Loh What is it?" cia asked in shock after she found out that Devan wasn't behind her.

"It's Ciaaaaa's mustache" Devan replied in a distressed tone.

Devan who did not get any more ramblings from Cia immediately brought the fake mustache closer towards carrying his nose.

"Eitz!" Hold Cia holding Devan's wrist.

"What the hell?" Look at Devan annoyed.

"Well for what try to wear a fake mustache all? Huh what's it doing?" ask Cia.

Devan poked his lips and glanced at Cia who was still blabbering indistinctly with what he was going to do with this fake mustache.

"Huh, about the Father of the angel you want to believe so if this Father is your real father?"

Cia was silent and thought about it.

"Cia is yah! From a young age, your dear little girl will not believe that your handsome and super sexy Dad is your Dad."

"So Ci, the only way is to wear a fake mustache to make Dad look older and older" Devan explained, without waiting for a response from Cia, Devan began attaching the fake mustache to the bottom of his nose.

Devan stroked the fake mustache slowly to glue the glue that was now firmly attached under his nose. Devan is now smiling as he looks at his face in the mirror reflection. Devan breathed heavily, his face was still handsome but this mustache helped him quite a bit and made him look much older.

"How's it?" devan asked with a smile towards Cia who seemed to put on an amused face.

"Good," said Cia.

"Are you really Ci?" devan asked excitedly with Devan's look as if in disbelief and then looked back at his face in the mirror while stroking his fake mustache with a smile.

"Good to hit," said Cia then immediately stepped away towards the gate of the house leaving Devan who was now silent in front of the rearview mirror of his motorbike.

Cia did not understand why Devan's face looked so cute with the moustache. Devan's face was not even an adult or an old figure.

"By!!! Wait dong!" shouts Devan.

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Devan was silent as he looked at the entire house filled with luxury items. This house is really very grand. Devan curled down several times when his body was cold because of the cold from the AC while Cia now leaned her body against the sofa back while occasionally looking left and right trying to find the figure of Mr. Brahmin.

Cia looked at Devan for a while then looked back at the room of the house still looking for the figure of Lord Brahmin.

"Eh Cia, free big house but guests are not given a drink" whispered Devan again.

"Can you just shut up?" Look at Cia cynically.

Devan turned his lips and immediately looked around the house. Devan breathed heavily and immediately closed his eyes with his head propped up on the back of the sofa.

Cia looked back and smiled when from a distance she could see Mr. Abraham and Jef now moving closer.

"Mister Brahmin has come" whispered Cia to Devan's ear and immediately got up from the sofa.

Mr. Abraham now smiled as if welcoming to the arrival of Cia and the man who was now rising from the sofa but, the man beside Cia had not turned his head to look at him. That man was of course Cia's father. This time Abraham had to speak kindly to Father Cia so that Father Cia would allow Cia to stay in this house.

"Good day sir" said Abraham, sticking his fingers at the man who was still behind him.

Devan was silent, it felt like the voice was familiar to his ears. The voice felt ever approaching his eardrum, but I don't know Devan forgot about that person.

Devan looked back at the source of the voice. Devan's eyes widened wide enough, the man who was now sticking out his fingers was Kasya's father, Mr. Abraham Brahmana. Devan remembered the bump with the man, he was a bad man.

Before long Devan now turned to look at Jef, the fit guy even remained the same as the old one. The man who shot his father and Joseph's doctor died.

Devan was very, very unexpected if now he had to meet them again in Jakarta. Devan's body was quite trembling, there was still a sense of fear that enveloped him as well as a deep sense of trauma.

Abraham furrowed his brows staring in wonder at this mustacheed man who did not return his hand. Even what made Abraham even more confused was the look in the eyes of the man who seemed so sharp with a puddle of water that almost dripped.

"Dad." Cia's elbow towards Devan's stomach which was still silent.

Devan flinched then immediately turned to look at Cia who was now looking at him with a serious look.

"That's a handshake" whispered Cia reminded.

Devan was silent, unconscious he rubbed his watery eyes and immediately moved his fingers until the two now shook hands long enough.

"Not for long!" Hempas Devan was strong enough into Abraham's hands.

Abraham was wide-eyed, he was quite surprised by the actions of the man who had a body taller than him. Cia looked up and immediately squeezed Devan's shirt.

Devan looked back at Cia making Cia wrinkle her eyebrows. Devan knew that Cia did not know that this man called Brahmin was Lord Abraham whom Devan had told him about.

"Please sit down Sir!" abraham's words, moving his hands, he was still trying to calm down.

Devan smiles cynically then immediately sits on the sofa but this time, Devan deliberately lifts both his legs and puts them on the table. All were wide-eyed even Cia who saw that looked directly at Mister Abraham and Jef in turn, Cia was afraid if they were angry at what Devan was doing.

"You don't-"

"Jef!" abraham's reprimand makes Jef stop his steps who intend to approach Devan.

"Why?" devan asked as he put his cynical face towards Jef and Abraham alternately.

"You want to get angry?" devan asked again in a depressed tone.