Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 200

The sound of laughter sounded so sneaky in a work room after he saw a photo that had just been shown by his men.

The man in the suit turned his head, it was Mr. Abraham who was now laughing with satisfaction because Jef had managed to carry out his orders to burn Devan's workshop.

He was very satisfied, very satisfied. Abraham laughed again as he stared at the photo where a blazing fire was burning a workshop and its equipment. This really satisfied Abraham.

Abraham knew that Devan would not give Cia to him because Devan still had income through his workshop but, if the workshop which is the only source of Devan's livelihood disappears means Devan has no more income and it can make Devan give Cia just to him because he has no money to support Cia.

This seems like a powerful game to silence the arrogant mouth of Devan who has dared to insult him in his own home. Devan must know who he is dealing with, Devan must know who Abraham is.

"Good! Goody! Good Jef!!!" abraham shouted while patting the sturdy shoulder of Jef who was now smiling with satisfaction because he had succeeded in carrying out the task.

"This is according to your orders, even the fire department has been cooperated with me in this case," explained Jef.

"Cooperation?" ask Abraham.

"Yes Sir. I've paid the firefighters a heavy price not to receive any fire calls from anyone for the night and it's left Devan's workshop with no help from the fire department," obviously Jef.

"Well, that's great, Jef. I'm really proud of you" Abraham said.

"It's my job, sir," said Jef.

"Then what are you doing again?" abraham asked with his face so curious and enthusiastic as if he could not wait to hear everything.

"I've also paid some of the people who live around Devan's house not to help him put out the fire."

"Well, what a genius. I'm really amazed by you, Jef."

"Thank you, sir" said Jef.

"Then what else?" abraham asked curiously.

"The workshop is flat on the ground, sir."

"Crucified and destroyed. I'm sure sir, there's not a single item left there."

Abraham nodded then immediately stepped towards the window whose curtain rags opened revealing the atmosphere of the city below. City view, traffic jams and some trees. The scenery that he had been used to seeing but this all time looked different well very different. Today Abraham was very happy for the suffering Devan felt.

Abraham laughed again however, this time sounding so much more cunning.

"Devan, Devan, what now?"

"I know you are now weeping over the debris of the remnant of the suffering I have given."

"Hah Devan, look! How proud you were a few days ago and so proud you didn't want to give Cia to me."

"Huh, now look what happened to your fate?"

"You don't know who you're dealing with yet, Devan."

"You're wrong in looking for an opponent. No matter how great you are I will be the winner because I have a lot of money that can manage everything with money and money. No one can beat me. My revenge hasn't paid off Devan."

"If my daughter can suffer because of you, then your life must also suffer more."

"Oh Devan, I will never stop to hurt and make your life suffer before your corpse is really I see with my own eyes."

"Oh Devan, haughty but poor man. If your degree has been low from the beginning then you will not be able to change your low degree."

"Never compete with me!"

"I, I am Abraham Brahmin, honorable Lord," Abraham said, beating his chest.

"Jef!" call Abraham.

"Yes, sir" Jef said quickly .

"Supervise Devan's movements and make him not get the slightest job. Let him suffer for not having any money and make Devan, that damn kid hand Cia over to me" Abraham explained.

"Okay sir" said Jef quickly.

"Do you understand?" abraham asked and looked at Jef.

"Go! And remember to make him suffer!" tell her in a depressed tone.

"Okay sir, ready to do it" said Jef then left Abraham who was still smiling. This time he was so happy.

Soon Abraham's smile vanished from his lips as he looked at Firdha who was now standing at the entrance of his study. Abraham was worried that his wife would hear everything.

"What are you doing there? And since when have you been there, Firdha?" ask Abraham.

Highlight Firdha's eyes now look red with a puddle of water in the corner of her eyes that almost drips. Both of Firdha's lips opened as if so very, very surprised.

"When were you there?" ask Abraham again.

"Since Jef told me everything," Abraham answered, making Abraham smack his lips, sighing long and hard. The worry that Abraham had always feared now, Firdha, his wife already knew everything.

"Firdha i-"

"Enough!"

Abraham was silent, and his wife looked very angry.

"Mas Abraham, why are you doing all this?"

"Because Devan is-"

"Yes I know!!!" firdha's shout succeeded in making Abraham speechless.

"Don't you dare yell at me Firdha!" Show Abraham.

"Why? Huh huh? Why if I yell at you Honorable Master? Wh why? Until when should I keep silent to see all your evil behavior and behavior? Until when?"

"I'm sick of seeing it all."

"Firdha but Devan is-"

"Yes, I know!!! I know and I heard it all if Devan was the boy who got Kasha pregnant."

"Why are you angry?" ask Abraham.

"Mas, if only you hadn't banned Kasya and the Child together maybe their fate wouldn't have been like this" Firdha explained.

"So you blame me?" Point Abrahan towards his face.

"Yes, it's all because of your fault, Mom. It's your fault. If only you hadn't pushed Kasya until her head was bleeding maybe she wouldn't have forgotten the memories and gone crazy like this!!!" firdha shouted with her trembling body in anger.

Abraham was silent, and Firdha's cry seemed to pierce his eardrum.

"Now with his pride, Mas to the extent that Mas wants to take Cia from Devan."

"Firdha, enough!!! Cia is my grandson!!!" shouted Abraham.

"But he is the Son of Devan!!! Devan who has taken care of her and raised her is not you!!!" firdha shouted while pointing towards Abraham who was now silent.

"Devan who took care of Cia to great is not you!!!" yell Firdha again.

"And with courage you ask Cia, where is your heart, Mas? You used to insist on killing and rejecting the birth of Anak Kasya but now you insist on getting the Son of Kasya instead. Why are you Mas?" firdha asked with her soft tone of voice.

"Where are your hearts?"

"Where? Huh uh?"

"Please think a little and under your heart and brain you just act. Do not always put your own ego first, Mas," explained Firdha then stepped away leaving Abraham who is now silent in his room.

"Yahoo!!!" abraham shouted and scattered all the beavers on his desk to make all the items such as laptops, vases and books scattered to the floor accompanied by the sound of a blow.

This time he was really angry.

"Yeah!!!" abraham shouted and punched the surface of the table hard.

"Devan, you have even captured my wife's heart and made her side with you" he said in a depressed tone.