Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 74

the angel was silent. He just looked at Cia's face with a very serious look.

Cia took a deep breath then slowly Cia raised the fingers of the angel holding the palette.

"From painting here!" Cia grunts the fingers of the angel holding the brush towards the surface of the wall.

"Cia painted there, huh?" Point Cia towards the wall.

Cia grabs paint and pallets from black crackles. Cia deliberately brought the palette he had at home in order to paint together with the angel. Cia was silent for a moment staring at the white wall, Cia did not know what to paint on the surface of this wall. What pictures should it be?

So long Cia thought until finally he applied the tip of the brush into the black paint and began to paint on the white wall with a smile.

The ends of Cia's nails are now colorful due to the color paint she put out onto the palette. Cia's arm was exposed to color paint there but, so excited and serious Cia painted he did not realize if the color paint was also dripping and hit Cia's face.

Today Cia was really so happy, so very, very happy. I don't know why it happened to Cia's feelings today.

Cia Stepped back staring at the wall, the painting has been completed. A painting showing a girl in the middle holding the hand of a man and a woman. Cia likens the girl to Cia while the man and woman are Devan and Mama, for some reason in Cia's mind only they cross.

"Sir angel see Cia's painting!" cia without looking back.

No response from the angel. The mood was quiet.

Cia turned her head around, staring at the bidadar. Cia rounded her eyes looking at a painting that was so very beautiful. Cia stepped slowly, approaching the angel.

A painting on the wall showing three blue butterflies in yellow gold, one of the three butterflies looks small.

It felt like Cia had seen a painting like this but, I don't know where Cia had ever seen it.

"Waaaah!!!" Cia gaped next to the angel while his eyes could not be separated staring at the results of the angel painting.

"This is the angel painted?" ask Cia for joy.

The angel was silent.

"That's pretty!" sabung Cia with her admiring face.

"Sir angel is good at painting, huh?" asked Cia again without looking at the face of the angel who was still looking at Cia with a serious look.

Slowly the angel turned to look at the painting Cia then stepped slowly. Cia furrowed her brows at the angel who seemed silent staring at Cia's painting.

"That's a painting of a cia" said Cia who stepped her feet toward the angel who was still standing there.

The angel seems to lift his fingers intending to touch Cia's painting.

"Don't touch!!!" yell Cia fast.

The angel turned his head to look at Cia quickly as the sound of reprimand was heard.

"The paint is still wet!" obviously Cia slowly. Cia is afraid if the angel is angry.

The angel poked his fingers slowly while continuing to stare seriously at Cia's painting. Cia did not know why the angel was so serious about seeing Cia's painting even though Cia's painting is not as good as the angel's painting. Is he amazed? That thought now filled Cia's mind.

"It's Cia" Cia said as she pointed towards the girl in the middle.

"If it's Mama Cia" Cia said again, pointing to the painting of the woman holding the girl's hand tightly.

"Well this is Cia's father" Cia added as she pointed at the man.

Cia looked up at the dull white ceiling of the room. Maybe a little touch of the ceiling of the angel room will look beautiful.

"We paint again yuk, brother!" bring Cia.

The angel was silent.

"There we paint the star next to it we paint the sun." Point Cia to the ceiling of the room.

Without waiting for an answer from the angel, Cia stepped up the mattress trying to touch the tip of the brush to the ceiling of the room but, Cia was unable to reach the ceiling of the room.

"Non Cia!" call Jef while carrying dozens of special color paint cans to paint make Cia turn and smile.

"Well, Mr Jef?" Look at Cia wonder.

How can Jef bring a lot of color paint into the room, well honestly Cia color paint is almost finished.

"I brought Non paint, said Brahmin boss non Cia needs paint to paint."

Cia smiled, it turned out that these cans of paint were a gift of Brahmins, but did it have to be this much? Cia shook his head he forgot if the man was a wealthy man who could afford anything. Ever crossed Cia's mind, could she ask for the dress that Cia saw in the Brahmin mall? Cheese!!! It felt like Cia wanted to hit him on the head violently to get rid of that stupid thought.

"Thank you, sir," said Cia.

Jef stepped into the room and placed the cans of paint on the floor and turned away intending to step out of the room.

"Sir Jef!" call Cia.

"Yes." Yeah." Jeff turned around quickly.

"I need a ladder" said Cia hesitantly as she looked at Jef who was now smiling.

The brush tip was painted on the ceiling of the room, with Cia carefully standing on the white staircase that Jef had brought at Cia's request.

On the ceiling of the room it looks dark blue with white spots likened to stars twinkling in the sky, not to forget also a crescent moon that is so beautiful. Next to him Cia also painted a sun with a white cloud with a light blue sky that looks very bright.

Cia stepped down the white stairs when the painting was finished. Cia turned to look at the angel who seemed to dip all the fingers of his right hand into a can of blue paint.

Cia ran towards the angel with a face that looked surprised.

"Cock a bidada-" Cia's speech came to a quick halt.

Cia looked at the angel who placed his palm which he had dipped into a can of blue paint onto the surface of the wall, producing a palm painting there.

"Yeahahoo!" Cia amazed.

"Cia also wants to" said Cia then grabbed a can of green paint there and dipped her fingers and attached it to the wall.

Cia laughed at the angel who seemed to have difficulty opening the cover of the paint can until the can filled with purple paint was spilled onto the floor.

"Well!" surprised Cia.

Cia's eyes rounded staring at this mess plus the liquid paint is now flowing towards her bag, if her bag is exposed to paint then Devan must be angry and no longer want to buy Cia a new bag.