Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 30

Devan was silent on the chair staring at Haikal who was competing for his guitar while smoking a cigarette he had clipped between his fingers.

"Everything should read bismillah first!" Obviously mr. Sulaiman.

Tara pursed her lips as if mocking Mr. Sulaiman's explanation which was none other than Adam's father. Again Mr. Sulaiman lectured Tara who was not much different from Adam's habits. Jojon and Mamat tried to hold back the laughter back there to see Tara the owner of the big and sturdy body that was lectured all out by Mr. Sulaiman.

"Is this really long hair?" Mr. Sulaiman touched Tara's hair .

"This what is this?" Pointing to the cobra tattoo on Tara's right hand who is now busy repairing Mr. Sulaiman's leaking motorcycle tire.

Tara is still silent even though she has been so disturbed by Mr. Sulaiman's words about her.

"Your marriage is not yet married, your room is playing!"

Mamat and Jojon rounded his eyes while simultaneously closing his gaping mouth so surprised by the painful words of Mr. Sulaiman.

"What do you mean, huh?!!!" Shouted Tara while slamming the tire onto the floor made everyone who was in the workshop gasp in shock while looking seriously at Tara.

"Well crazy," Whispered Deon who was suddenly behind Jojon and Mamat made the two turn their heads.

Tara roughly grabbed the white Koko shirt of Mr. Sulaiman and grabbed it violently as if she had lost the patience that had been tested.

Adam who saw his father being treated like that quickly ran over to Tara.

"Astagfirullah, mas Tara!" she screams trying to remove Tara's fingers from her father's Koko shirt.

Devan got up from the chair and stepped towards the commotion which seemed to damage the comfort of the workshop visitors.

"Ah, the kampret again," said Haikal then lay his body in the patrol post as if bored with this dispute while competing his guitar strings.

In this workshop, if it wasn't Baby who was fighting it would have been Jojon and the culprit was Tara.

"Neng Mita, oh Neng Mita," Compete guitar and sing melodious.

"Tell me this, Mas Tara!" Adam reminded however, did not succeed in making Tara release her very hard grip.

"Whatever, want abi cake, want pork cake, I don't care!"

"It is true, O Allah!!!"yelling sir Sulaiman scared.

"Heh, heh loose, Tar!" Pekati Devan memegan Tara's plan is still emotional.

"Heh, your son is not married, why are you discussing marriage problems to me?!!!" Shouted Tara again.

"Haw, Mas Tara!" Shouted Deon.

Simultaneously everyone stared at Deon who was still squatting behind Mamat and Jojon who was also staring at Deon dumbly.

"Crazy you, dad?" Look Mamat.

"Nonsense of people." Jojon.

"Well, don't you want a lecture rehearsal, Dad?" Deon's stupid gaze looked at Jojon and Mamat more seriously.

"Dongo, you."

"Udah, Tar freelin!" Devan wins again makes Tara take off his grip.

"Astagfirullah." Mr. Sulaiman took a deep breath.

"Hey, why, right?" Adam asked attentively to make Mr. Sulaiman shake his head.

"Berantem began his work ekye so, puswing deh," said baby pouting when he was sitting next to Haikal's body that was still lying.

"The world is like that, Baby, if not fighting is not exciting."

"Lo's getting married?"Haikal glanced at Baby while trying to hold back his laughter.

"Not to talk about it, yeah !" Baby glanced sharply at Haikal then stepped away.

Cia stepped through the workshop fence while carrying a black crackle containing a rice box for the mechanics Fatima had provided. Black clothes with the inscription love Jakarta, black trousers that Cia wears. Cia's long black hair looks just tucked back not to forget also a small gray side bag that crosses over her body.

"Yes food," said Haikal excitedly and rose from the board to open the crackle quickly.

Tara who was still burning anger was immediately stepped towards their hangout which was more like a kamling post as if forgetting the incident earlier .

"What's up, Cia?" tara asked as she grabbed the lunch box.

"Egg" replied Cia.

"Egg again." Haikal's face seemed to pout hearing this.

"For good luck you eat, you do not work in the workshop," said Jojon while washing his hands in running water not far from the post kamling.

"According to the trisakti book the misjudgment of people who eat food division of the workshop," explained Mamat when the lunchbox was already on his lap.

"What's the matter, Mas Mamat?" Add Deon again.

"Article two verses 130."

"That sounds so bad!" Grumpy Baby upset while chewing the food that has been provided in the lunchbox.

"Get in you kal!" Yuang pushed Haikal's elbow softly however, successfully making Haikal crash.

Devan was silent looking at the mechanic who was now sitting neatly in a circle at the kamling post. Quarrels have always been an activity even daily habits among them but if, their food problems will always be compact, well as it is today.

"Greetings waalaikum!!!" adam shouted as he waved his hand to look at his father who left using Adam's motorbike.

It was like letting her father linger in the workshop is something bad plus the Tara who does not like to be addressed by anyone while her father who likes to lecture people he meets without know the time and place.

"Eat, Dam!"

"Yes, Boss."

Adam stepped away to the camling post that had been filled with mechanics who were filling their hulls with voraciously.

"Yeah!" invite Cia to smile when standing right in front of Devan.

Devan nodded and then stared from the tip of Cia's feet to the end of Cia's gray hair that looked neat.

"Have you taken a shower yet?"

"Udah!!!" he answered with a shouting tone.

Devan nodded in confidence and then stepped up his red motorcycle seat which he always used to buy workshop equipment, a motorcycle that can be said to be old because the motorbike was included relics of Doctor Joseph's father. Cia glanced at Devan's motor that was in the garage of a much cooler workshop, which was a lot cooler, the black motorbike is a Devan motorcycle that he always uses for wild races and includes a motorcycle featured exoplanet motorcycle gang who always became a priest when mule-ugalan on the highway along with gang members exoplanets.

"Why not use that one, anyway?"

Devan glanced at the motorbike parked in the garage while putting a helmet on his head.

"Not most styles!" Devan poked the black helmet towards Cia.

Cia turned her lips around after hearing Devan's words. Irritatedly he grabbed the helmet firmly making Devan slightly jerked towards Cia. Hopefully that way Devan knows if, Cia is upset with his decision.

"Where are you going, Boss?!!!" Shouted Jojon who was staring at Devan and Cia who were already on the bike.

"Cia wants to buy a new bag!" shouted Cia spirit.

"Boss meatballs, yeah!" Deon clutched his index finger.

"Oe too, Boss," Yuang added.

Devan shook his head then smiled slightly while the starrer of the red motorbike that seemed not yet on. Cia gasped a few times as Devan tried to power the old motor.

"Udah Cia lost use of the motor that it did!"

Breeeeeeeemmm!!!

the sound of the motorbike was heard screaming as if it was no longer able to light up and support Devan and Cia's body.

"It's important to arrive!" firmly Devan again then plugged the gas leaving the workshop filled with black smoke from the exhaust of the red motor.