Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 39

Cia who was outside the door was even more astonished by their words. What was Devan 13 years ago? As strong as Devan so Fatima told Devan to be strong as before.

Cia's mouth opened trying to focus on hearing clearly while leaning her cheek against the surface of the door. Suddenly the door opened making Cia jerk in shock while stepping back to find Fatima who was now standing right in front of him after opening the room door.

"Cia!" Fatima was surprised by the presence of Cia who now looks nervous.

Devan turned his head towards the door after hearing Fatima mention Cia's name. Has Cia come home from school but, who picked her up? Has Cia been ushered in again by the man called Adelio? Devan doesn't like it when a stranger approaches his daughter without asking her permission.

Fatima sighed with her gaze asking about since when was Cia standing here.

"You-you"

"Cia wants to see you, Dad," cut Cia into doubt. Cia was afraid if, Fatima asked about her presence here.

Fatima nodded then stepped towards the living room to continue her delayed stitching.

Cia's slow steps landed on the floor entering Devan's room. Cia looked at Devan who was sitting on the mattress with a face that looked pale so, right Devan was sick.

Devan turned to give a smile that looked weak making Cia's face pout.

"Don't do it, Ci!" devan said weakly and threw his gaze away from Cia's gaze which looked made to frown.

"Lo's sick?" Tanya cia who is now squatting on the floor while propping up her chin on the edge of the helloKity mattress.

"Emm, bit."

"Why sick?"

Devan laughed a little and then fell back down to hide his pale face with his palm.

"Why sick?" Ask Cia again.

"Emm, don't know." Devan smiled and looked back at Cia then bowed.

"Gue doesn't like it to be sick." Cia bowed sadly holding back her tears that were ready to spill but, with all her strength held back. Crying is not Cia's personality.

"Gu.gue-" Cia's speech came to a halt as her tears dripped. It's a misfortune.

Devan looked at Cia quickly as the hoarse voice sounded. Is the child crying but why?

"Hey, why?" Devan touches Cia's shoulder slowly making Cia slash rough Devan's hand.

Devan smiled and sighed.

"Here come!" Devan again touched Cia's shoulder softly to make Cia again hit him.

Cia was downcast and covered her face with her palms trying to cover up her cries. It felt as if his cheeks were heating up almost exploding as well as his body was trembling trying to hold back his cries.

"Cia," called Devan gently as she stroked her daughter's hair.

Cia suddenly cried and then got up from the floor and hugged Devan's body tightly which felt warm and weak. Cia couldn't hear Devan's weak voice. Cia was really sad if, seeing Devan lying sick like this. Cia misses Devan's cute figure, Cia miss Devan's figure who always bothers her at all times to make Cia upset.

"Lo.lo ng..nge..no saki...kitt!" she sobbed while hugging Devan's body.

Devan laughs, but honestly he wants to cry to see his daughter cry.

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A smoldering hateful look stared at a photo in his hand that was so clearly plastered. In the photo is a handsome man with a beautiful girl smiling sweetly with a yellow sweater. The perverted man is now an adult with his handsome face.

Abraham Brahmin, a tall man with a sharp gaze, his eyebrows look thick and his hair looks a bit gray. The man in black had a photo full of anger. He had not expected that, it turned out that the boy was already a big boy now.

"Jef!!!" abraham shouted as he moved his index finger as if telling his men wearing black uniforms to approach.

Jef, the man in black with a tall body and bald head, approached and stood before Abraham's table, which was now rising from his black chair.

"Close!" her door.

"What's the matter Mr. Ab-"

Plaques

A hard slap landed on Jef's cheek making Jef's head turn to follow the slap movement. Jef rounded his eyes and looked at Abraham with a look of astonishment. Jef didn't understand why Abraham slapped him.

Abraham took a heavy breath and twisted his body staring out the large window that showed the vast city of Jakarta with its tall buildings.

"Twelve years ago, Jef, twelve years ago."

Jef was silent, astonished not to understand what his boss said.

"Twelve years ago you said if, you'd shot him."

Jef was still silent with the words of Abraham. What did his boss mean was the boy he shot at the airport twelve years ago but, why did Abraham re-emphasize it again after such a long time had passed.

"Are you sure he's really dead?"

Jef was confused until not long after Abraham turned to make Jef nervous.

"Yes, boss, '" she replied quickly.

Abraham smiled sinisterly and sat back down on the black chair and put his feet on the table.

"Why is he still alive?" abraham asked with a heavy voice.

Jef was shocked to hear that. How could the boy still be alive while Jef remembered very well if, the boy had died before him after he shot and Jef himself confirmed and became a witness at the time the boy was buried.

"But boss, that's impossible, because sa-"

Abraham throws the picture right in Jef's face, which stops him.

"Then who is the person in the photo huh?!!!" abraham shouted very loudly making the employees who were outside gasp in shock.

Jef grabbed the crumpled photo from the floor and slowly Jef opened it. Jef's eyes widened in shock and surprise. How could the boy still be alive while Jef had killed him.

"If the boy's still alive then who did you shoot?" abraham asked with his hideous flat face.

Jef was still silent as if he could not believe what he was seeing. Is this real?

"No way." He looked in disbelief.

"Maybe he just looks like that brat, boss."

Abraham smiled sinisterly and took out a cigarette from the desk drawer and set it on fire.

"If he's similar then why should he be that similar? His eyes, his nose" Abraham breathed cigarette smoke from his mouth and said, "And all."

"But boss."

"Hussst !" Abraham moved his lips to make Jef fall silent quickly .

"Did you see the face of the boy you shot?"

Jef suddenly fell silent. Honestly, he didn't see the face of the boy he shot at the airport twelve years ago. After Jef shot him he immediately left the crowd with the other men and saw the cemetery just from a distance .

"No."

"Stupid!!!" Shouted Abraham throwing the cigarette on the floor with anger.

Jef can now only be bowed after a long time he did not get a knock but this time he again got the clash from Abraham because of the appearance of the damn boy.

"How can the man in this photo be plastered in the Brahmin mall?!!!" shouted Abraham.