Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 4

"I'm sorry" she said, bowing unexpectedly, crying again.

Devan stepped into the kitchen to open several cabinets.The habit every morning is to find food.

Devan breathes heavily when he does not find food in the closet. Devan closes the closet tightly while reddening his tiny lips that look fresh pink.

"Nothing is there ?"

Devan glanced at the refrigerator that he had not opened. Hopefully there is food in the refrigerator.

Devan opens the fridge slowly and...

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A piece of chocolate pudding appears in the refrigerator. Devan's eyes seemed to sparkle staring at the miracle that has been presented by the white refrigerator.

"Waw." His lips seemed to be gaping because, amazed.

Devan takes the chocolate pudding out of the refrigerator and puts it on the table.

"Thank God" he said one last time before his mouth was full of chocolate pudding.he didn't care who had the pudding that he knew he was hungry.

"Oh my goodness devan !!!" Shouted Fatima who emerged from the family room while stepping closer to Devan who had devoured the pudding at the dining table.

"Why ma ?"

"It's you, Van, Van."

"Why the hell, ma ?"

"That's the pudding why is Van eaten anyway ?" Fatima rounded her eyes as if she could not believe that Devan had finished the chocolate pudding.

"Well wrong?" Devan looked at his mother with a stupid look.

"Well, it's wrong!"

"Where do people just eat pudding, really." Devan goes to Nyerocos.

"Yes Mama knows but, you know who doesn't have this pudding ?"

Devan fell silent and stared at the empty plate, the chocolate pudding in his stomach. Suddenly his eyes rounded staring at his mother who had from earlier seemed restless .

"Cia?" guess Devan with a voice that sounded whispering made Fatima nod quickly.

"Mom why didn't you say ?" Devan bit his fingertips as if he could not believe that he had just eaten cia's chocolate pudding.

"Your mother does not want responsibility.You take care of your own problems." Fatima raised both of her palms then, stepped away leaving Devan .

"Ma..mama !! Help Devan dong mah!" Shouted Devan.

Motor Workshop leading board inscribed with the name of the workshop was displayed quite large.Strong workshop that stood firm owned by Devan it has stood firm for 11 years.

The workshop that was built not far from the house of the doctor Joseph who now lives in Devan is only on the highway. In addition to the place to repair the vehicle workshop is also a gathering place for motorcycle gang Exoplanet faithful day.in fact most Exoplanet motorcycle gang members also work as a mechanic.

"Hay the pretty girl's motorcycle can strike anyway ?"

The mechanic with the shaky crest looked at the girl with a sweet pretentious look. The name of the tall, skinny man was 27-year-old Jojon, the number one dreadlocks man in this workshop, according to him.

"Motor you can break your heart don't, Eaa!"

The gombalan.

"You do not want to know in the oldest tri workshop science book about the dispute chapter 4 verse one no one said that the motor is not in the middle standard first new tires in the patch, but the, you understand the tri sakti book chapter 6 verse 2 which reads ............"

The round-eyed man who nyerocos is Mamat, the 21-year-old man who always wins in every debate even his other friends are amazed by the agility of Mamat when talking can be so smooth and clear without any word mistakes.

Mamat is also the smartest mechanic in this workshop plus tri-workshop books that are always said in every explanation.only he knows the other fools are very stupid.

"Well, if the motor runs out of gasoline do not need to be brought here ! you think this is pertamina huh, bacot !!!!" The screams sounded.

The gonrong-haired man to the waist was indeed angry plus his gaze was able to make people afraid.

He Tara 23-year-old man is the owner of the biggest voice, shocked, and most worshiped in this workshop.

He really likes to shout talk to the person next to him just he screams, huh maybe this has been since birth. I don't know how many times tara fight in this workshop because of the loud noise that makes visitors angry but, rest assured tara not angry:-|.

"Uh Lala mama, e kye confused deh same you use the motorbike it does not need in rushak !"

The spoiled and coquettish tone was not heard from a woman but, the voice came from a man who used a thigh-length skirt and pink shirt that was deliberately tied higher so that the center was visible.

Her name is baby meaning Rudi but, she would be angry if called by her real name so just call her baby and her age has just entered 24 years.

I don't know what he had in mind that made him always look like a woman. Listip thick red, eyelashes that look red not black but, pink, red cheeks blushing, red color, the thick white powder was like a mask while its neck that looked like it was a mature brown crusty color that complemented its beauty which made it look creepy.

He is the most beautiful.:'(

"Austad hasn't ?" Ask the owner of the motorbike to the man in white who is repairing the red motorbike.

"But-"

"Loh, remember sir ! The Prophet said there are 4 kinds of patience, namely patience in running Fardu, patience in the face of calamity, patience in the face of human interference and the last patient in fakiran....." he again spoke to the young man.

"Remember also in the word of God' and those who are patient in narrowness, suffering and in war....".

Adam the 19-year-old man was more familiarly called ustad sir by the mechanic in the workshop.

"But, sir ustad me-"

"In the Qur'an surah Al-Baqarah verse 155 'And we shall give you trials with a little fear, hunger, lack of wealth, soul and......."

Adam's lecture was louder like an ustad who cheered on the pulpit plus his hand that moved while pointing upwards.

"Total is Rp 49500 !" Said the 20-year-old man, he has narrow eyes and white Chinese descent. The grizzled old man started to stick out Rp 50,000.

"This is the change" the man named Yuang began to stick out two small chocolate candies.

"Ok next !!!" His shouting.

"Loh, I didn't ask for candy I asked for change !"

"Lu, don't Cali gala-gala Ama oe yah!"

"Who's looking because I asked for change".

"Well, what's this ?" Yuang raised the two candies in his palm.

"Candy."

"Ni Pelmen is also money you know not ?"

"Well but I-"

"Eh, lu Kila if this pelmen is cursed can't be money ? This could get five hundred dollars tau no you ?"

"Loh, can't dong anyway I don't want," said the old man firmly. Yuang breathed a heavy breath.

"Deon !!!"

"Yes Yuang." the man with an innocent look replied.

He's Deon, this lousy guy in this workshop, a hard-working, obedient man, only 15 years old. he was forced to quit school because he had no fees plus he only lived with his grandmother and both parents had died.

"Lu bongkal again he oleang got a motel !"

"Okay Yuang," Deon replied according to.

"Well, can't that dong have I paid the time to be dismantled again ?" the old man began to panic.

"Lu, you don't want to take the change already, hunk."

"That's not a change of candy !"

"Well if the pelmen are cursed it could be, money.if, you don't want to take ni your pellen back !"

The old man began to exhale heavily tiredly facing this Chinese man.

"Yes already." The man snatched the rough candy from Yuang's palm.

"Ok, Deon don't have to be in the bongkal !"

"Yes yuang." Deon according.

Perhaps, it can be said that Deon is a normal figure even though he is a bit negligent in this workshop only he has a obedient attitude, what people tell him to obey.

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the sound of guitar passages is heard when played by a man in a hat who sits on a seat that looks more like a kamling post. This Kamling post is in the workshop to be made a gathering place for Exoplanet gang children.

"My bright morning my sun shines my amb-"

"Oi, you're blind it's 2 o'clock ! it's noon!" Tegur.

"Ok ok." Her face is made sweet.

His name is Haikal, a tall man 182 cm just 20 years old is better known as an unemployed man whose work is only nyopet.

This year he failed to graduate in the army for some reason and he doesn't care about it. So much suffering that haikal felt added again because Haikal did not pass into the army made him always get babbling from his mother, he said, especially if he has to be compared by a neighbor's child who graduated in the army.

However, the sadness he did not show to friends even according to other mechanics without the presence of a guitar sound and melodious sound crooked and haikal workshop felt silent.

"My hot days, my shining sun, I grab my guitar to cheer up ..."

Devan who was beside the haikal laughed heartily at Jojong who began to shake his long and thin legs following the sound of Haikal's guitar. Other mechanics have not been interested in joining them Masi is busy with the bike still being repaired.