Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 28

The weather in Jakarta is quite hot making Cia sweat behind Adelio. Her hair seemed to be waving in the wind blowing that caressed Cia's face slowly. Vehicles appear to pass through the motorbike that Adelio and Cia are riding at this time.

"Turn left !" Cia's left index finger pointed at the front intersection road there.

Without rejection Adelio directs his motorbike to the left according to Cia's orders to Adelio although in fact Adelio feels very similar to the motorcycle taxi driver.

The motor drove across the shops and rows of towering company high buildings as if touching the blue sky that stretched the vast space. Actually at this time the heart of Adelio feels unsettled if, if, the, gotta piggyback on this grumpy girl. This is only the first time for Adelio to see Jakarta transparently without being with his mother. Hopefully his mom doesn't see herself with a girl at school if, uh, she knows for sure she's gonna be mad, well, even though Adelio never gets upset by her mom.

"Yes, stop-stop !" The hard blow landed again on Adelio's shoulder made Adelio able to feel if, his shoulder wanted to split in half.

Adelio quickly stopped his motorbike making him jerk forward along with the cia who also jerked forward.

Plaques

A hard blow landed on Adelio's shoulder again. Adelio was sure that, soon, his shoulder would be split.

"Heh, Lo mode, well ?!!!" Snapped Cia when her chest almost touched Adelio's back.

Adelio took off her helmet while writhing in pain like a hot worm stung by the scorching heat of the sun trying to touch her shoulder that had been patted by Cia. Cia Turung from the motorbike then stepped towards the whitewashed house with the number 134. The black door and the tightly shut window with the white curtains also appeared to be tightly shut, with no sign of life there.

Cia was only able to stare from the front of the brown iron fence that seemed to be padlocked. Cia moved her head, wailing trying to see the state of Fika's house that did look lonely this time.

"Excuse me !!!" shout Cia.

There's no answer there.

"Excuse me !!!" yell Cia again.

Cia sighed while propping up her waist. While Adelio who was standing behind there right beside his motir was only able to pay attention to the movements of Cia who was like a man.

"Huh, help me ! Diem ajah Lo is like a motorcycle taxi," irritated Cia as she stared intently at Adelio.

Adelio placed her helmet on the seat of her motorcycle and stepped beside Cia.

"Pocket yells !"

Adelio just nodded and immediately rang his horror prepared to shout making Cia sure if, Adelio would shout very loudly.

"Assalamu Alaikum" Adelio said in a whispering voice.

There's no answer.

Cia's smile vanished like a line that was swept by the waves after hearing Adelio's voice. Is this what you call shouting ?

"Who's looking for deck ?" asked the old woman while looking at Cia and Adelio alternately.

Cia knew this old woman, the old woman who owned the 136th house was a neighbor of Fika. I remember very well this grandmother.

"Mom, is this house empty, huh ?"

"Oh, that's the sick Fika so, brought to Sukabimi for treatment. He said he was at once visiting his grandmother's house there," he explained making Cia nod.

"What pain, ma'am, if I may know ?"

"He said the fever continues to miss his grandmother in the village so, well for a while back in the village.".l

"Miss !!!" Shouting the boy made the old woman turn her head then stepped away leaving Cia and Adelio without saying goodbye.

"Huh," Cia breathed a sigh of relief.

Cia finally found out about Fika's situation. It's worth the chat from him for Fika still tick one, it's all because Fika who returned home. Fika once told me that, in the village, her grandmother did not have a good internet connection.

Adelio did not understand why this girl named Cia was like considering him a motorcycle taxi driver.

Cia stopped her steps when she did not hear the man's footsteps. Cia looked at the man sharply.

"Heh, take me home !!!" Snapped Cia again.

Adelio rubbed his bloody nose now began to dry.His steps stopped beside his motorbike, grabbed his helmet slowly and put it on.

"Nih," a blue handkerchief stuck out on Cia's finger.

Adelio turned to look at Cia who looked relaxed giving her a handkerchief as if, blood on her nose is not the fault. Is this girl a psychopath ?

"Lap idung, Lo !" peeka Cia then put the handkerchief on the motorcycle seat.

"I want to go home !"

Basic Psychopath.

Adelio grabbed the handkerchief that Cia had just put down. He thought the feeling of this girl's mother had gone away after making her nose bleed. Does this girl have no heart ? Hah even Adelio felt that, this grumpy girl had no heart.

"Straight !"

Adelio turned to look at Cia who was sitting on his motorcycle seat even though Adelio had not climbed. Adelio shook his head slowly as if he did not expect that, in Jakarta he would meet this strange and universal girl. After cleaning the blood from his nose slowly Adelio put it in his pants pocket made his movement stop to find Cia who was staring at him.

"Later to give it back," said Adelio, making Cia raise both eyebrows.

The motor is traveling at medium speed crossing back the paved road that looks hotter.

15 Minutes later...

"Yes, stop-stop !!!" The hard blow landed again on Adelio's shoulder.

Adelio stopped his bike steady, he no longer wanted to be hit by the girl or even said mode. Cia stepped up from Adelio's bike, without turning his head and without giving a thank you. Cia stepped towards the fence of his house without looking at Adelio who is now gawking.

"Wait !" yell Adelio quickly.

"What, the hell ?!!!" Snapped Cia quickly while looking at Adelio who looked surprised by the scene.

"I.i.that's my bag," he answered hesitantly pointing at the bag on Cia's back.

Cia stared at her shoulder quickly, right what Adelio said, her bag was on her back.

"Take it !" peech Cia then threw the black bag towards Adelio.

Adelio caught her bag quickly making the bag fall into her arms. Adelio looked back at Cia who was now stepping into her house without saying a word of thanks.

"Boss !" Call Mamat while looking seriously at the man in front of Devan's house.

"What ?" Ask Devan.

"That's not Cia, is it ?" Designate it.

Devan stared across the street staring at Mamat. Devan's brows furrowed at Cia who was delivered by a man who now drove his motorcycle leaving Cia who was now in the yard of the house.

"Who are you with, tuh ?" ask Mamat.

"His girlfriend maybe ?" jojon looked at Mamat seriously.

Devan is silent. I don't know who the foreign man who dared to take his only daughter home.