Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 33

Cia and Devan compactly licked the chocolate flavored ice cream while squatting in front of a large glass special selling place the medicine they had just bought for Fatima. The blue basket, now filled with black back bags and fever medicine they just bought.

"Who owns this mall?" Cia asked on the sidelines she licked ice cream.

Devan did not answer he continued to lick chocolate ice cream with a special container of ice cream crackers in his hand.

"Van, can you not buy me that dress?" ask Cia.

The lick stopped looking at Devan who seemed to be licking his wrist as the brown ice cream liquid flowed into his wrist.

"Van! can't you do that, if I said it was horrified?" the upset.

"Emm, what the hell is that?"

"Well, you just answer me! can't you buy me that dress?"

"Can" Devan replied.

"Really?" Cia stared in disbelief.

Devan is still back licking the back of his hand which has ice cream liquid that hit his hand penggung.

"Ih, you slob!" Look at Cia disgusted while nudging Slow elbow Devan.

"Later, I bought it."

"Really?" Both of Cia's eyes were rounded with enthusiastic faces.

Devan nodded trying to convince.

"When?" Cia's face was back with excitement.

"Later on, there's someone who can move the sea using a spoon, Hahahaha," Devan laughed at the end of his sentence and then got up from the floor leaving Cia who is now gawking.

Devan just fucked him.

"Don't, yah!!!" Shouted Cia annoyed lali jumped towards Devan quickly and with full annoyance I grabbed Devan's hair.

"Ah, pain, Ci!" Ouch Devan.

"Rasain lo." Cia took off her latch and stepped out leaving Devan who seemed to laugh a little after getting a tantrum from Cia.

"Kualat lo, Ci!!! Sin is that if, hit the old man!!!" shouts Devan.

"Emang lo old?" cia asked while looking at Devan who was now silent, not knowing what to answer.

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"It's four hundred and fifty thousand in total" said the cashier employee, smiling at Devan, who was now reaching into his wallet.

"Van, imagine if, we buy that five million dress! Surely the cashier's mother said that, a total of five million four hundred and fifty thousand," Whisper cia filled with seditious tones even Devan was able to feel if, his arms felt warm when Cia whispered to him.

Devan poked the money in the direction of the cashier employee and looked at Cia who was standing behind the long line.

"And it was just a dream" Devan said, bringing his face closer to Cia's face and walking away with a black crackle in his hand.

The tip of Cia's lips lifted looking at Devan cynically. His father is like a mother who is stingy to this very poor daughter.

"Wait for me!" Shouted Cia Lali running after Devan.

"Van!!!"

"Yuh, my dad is the best!!!"

"But you have a lot of money" said Cia again who was behind Devan, following like a tail.

Devan's steps stopped and turned his head around turning his body facing towards Cia.

"Gue n-" Devan's words suddenly came to a halt. Devan's lips were still gaping with both of his eyeballs highlighting the black-clothed man standing on the elevator steps along with his personal bodyguard. Devan's breath was cramped looking at the man who was now on the first floor.

Devan remembered very well the man, the bregsek old man who had taken many people Devan loved. Devan's father, Joseph's doctor and the girl Devan loved dearly.

Cia was speechless looking at the astonished Devan who seemed silent no matter what Devan saw now. Cia clenched her head intending to turn her head but, Devan quickly held Cia's head tightly and clenched her tightly.

Cia fell silent in Devan's arms. I don't know what happened to Devan so his body felt like it was shaking like a very scared person.

Devan was still staring at the man then stepped away trying to hide Cia's face from the jerk. Devan was so scared. Those bad memories hit his mind so painfully.

Arriving at the parking lot right beside his red motorbike, Devan took off his arms and grabbed a black helmet on the seat with trembling hands.

"What's up, van?" ask Cia astonished.

Devan's lips seemed to dry plus his face that looked pale while putting a helmet on his head.

Devan did not answer Cia's question and then put a helmet on Cia's head with a face full of anxiety.

"Good!!!" Shake Devan when he is on the bike.

Cia gasped in surprise, only this time Devan was snapping at her with such a serious face. All this time Devan never snapped at him like that even if, Devan was furious at him Devan never snapped at him.

Cia sat in the back seat of the bike with her face still confused by Devan's frightened demeanor.

Devan grabbed Cia's hands and wrapped them around her body. Cia was able to feel Devan's pounding heart rate all the way to Devan's stomach.

"Don't look!" doorways

Cia nodded quickly as she continued to hug Devan's body tightly. The motor drove so fast darting on the paved road of Jakarta. Cia's hair swinging violently made her hit by the wind as the red motor was speeding away controlled by Devan.

The bikers who saw the red Devan motor that was speeding were only able to shake their heads at the speed of the motor that had just crossed it.

Devan pulls Cia's wrist into the house quickly. Upon arriving Devan closed the door of the house tightly and did not forget Devan shook it. Devan moved the red curtains, closing the window so that the living room looked dark.

Cia was still confused by Devan's behavior which made him ask. Devan again moved his legs swiftly towards Cia's room.

"Van, why are you?" Ask Cia.

Devan did not answer. Devan quickly pushed Cia's body into the room along with the bag and medicine that was still in the crackle. Cia slammed onto the floor staring at Devan who was now closing the door tightly and locking it tightly.

"Van, open the door!!!" Shouted Cia while hitting the door hard repeatedly.

Devan breathed in his tightness with a trembling finger he threw Cia's room key into the chair.

"Van, what's wrong with you, son?" Fatima approached touching Devan's still trembling body.

"What's wrong with you, son?"

"Ma.u.u di..he's coming, Ma," Oh Devan trembled with tears.

"Who, Son? Who?" Fatima rubbed Devan's hair slowly.

Cia was silent inside the room hearing the conversation of Devan and Fatima outside.

"He... She's."

"Who, Son?"

Devan collapsed on the floor followed by Fatima who sat on the floor wiping Devan's tears flowing on Devan's cheeks that look shivering.

"Who, Son?" Ask Fatima again.

"To..to..please Dev..va.an, Ma!!!" The sound of Devan's cry was heard accompanied by a tight hug that coiled around Fatima's body.

"Who, Son?" Fatima cried, unable to see her son in this condition.

Cia was still silent behind the door of the room, I don't know who the figure that Devan was afraid of to the point that Devan let out such a heart-wrenching cry. For the first time Cia heard the sound of Devan crying. How could the gallant man of the motorcycle gang leader cry in fear just because of one person.

"Jawab, Son?"

"He, Ma."

"Who?"

"Sir Abraham!!!" devan replied.