Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 87

Devan ignored Cia's scream with a punch back there.

"Gue said stop!!!" yell Cia again.

Devan furrowed his brows it seemed that the shout from Cia was quite serious. I don't know what happened to Cia. Devan drove his motor slowly and stopped in a narrow alley.

"Lo why?" devan asked worriedly as he looked at Cia who grimaced in pain while holding her stomach.

Before long the police car passed quickly through the alley. Devan breathed a sigh of relief, the policeman did not see himself and Cia.

"Lo why?" ask Devan again.

"My stomach hurts," Cia was in pain.

"Can't you?"

"Van!" Cia's eyes widened to look at Devan after staring at the blood spots on the motorcycle seat.

"Lo why the hell?"

Cia was silent, still with a wide gaze, Shock.

"Gue Haid, Van." Cia's crying broke.

"Hayd?" Devan's eyes don't understand.

Cia cried leaning her body on the wall of the blue-painted clothes shop that seemed to be closing soon.

Cia nodded.

"Kok cry?"

"Gue Haid," said Cia again still crying.

Devan furrowed his brows. Honestly, he did not know the meaning of menstruation that Cia said to him just now. 

"Keep why cry?"

Cia sobbed then, pointing fearfully towards the black motor seat Devan who was now soaked in his blood.

Devan moved his head towards Cia's index finger. Devan's eyes widened to look at the red liquid that dirtyed his motorcycle seat.

"What the hell is that?" Look at Devan in disgust and then jump away from his bike.

Plaques

Hit Cia quickly hit Devan's head while crying.

"I got hit?"

"Well, that's how it is."

"Well, what is this?" Show Devan to his motorcycle seat.

Cia was embarrassed. He fell silent while competing his unrequited toes while swinging his high heels that he was carrying.

"This is what, Ci?" Show Devan.

"That's. em-"

"What?"

Cia biting her lips.

"That's blood" whispered Cia.

"Huh?" Look at Devan in shock and then away from Cia who is not far from him. 

"Lo badass, Ci."

"Cia's not a slut."

"Keep that what? How come you're out here anyway?"

"Well, I know if his blood's gonna come out in your motorcycle seat."

"Well, can you hold it, right?"

"Well that can't be held, Van."

"Why can't it?"

Cia exhaled an annoyed breath. It was indeed difficult to explain a personal matter to this foolish man who was still putting on an innocent face there.

"Lap my motorcycle seat!" Pekat Devan pointed.

"No!"

"Lo why don't you? Who told you to get out in the motorcycle seat."

"Well, I told you, I didn't know his blood would come out on your motorcycle seat" Cia explained.

"Well hold!"

"Devan Alwiyora, with me!!!" cia's snapping made Devan speechless.

"If you want to go out, yeah, come out. You will not understand the problem of kayak ginian."

Cia was now speechless no longer shouting in front of Devan who was now silent in styling with a flat face.

"Gue doesn't want to know. Lo lap now!" Show Devan again.

Cia fell silent, throwing away her face not looking at Devan. Devan sighed angrily looking at Cia who did not care about him.

"Here!" devan said briefly.

Devan grabs the tip of Cia's black dress and rubs it against the surface of the motor seat, removing the fresh blood that was on the seat.

"That's Baby's dress!!!" shout Cia.

Cia pulled her dress fast however, unable to remove Devan's firm grip from the edge of her dress.

"Please!"

"Smuch stupid, I don't care."

"Don't that dong, Van!"

Pull Cia firmly trying to stop Devan who is still rubbing the motorcycle Seat.

"Wooy!!! If you want to pervert, don't be here!!!" shouted the fat man while standing supporting his waist.

Devan was speechless still holding the Edge of Cia's dress. Devan didn't understand what this man meant to say. Devan started glancing down looking at Cia's smooth calf in sight. This fat guy must have misunderstood what Devan did to Cia. Degan quickly took off her grip from the end of Cia's dress. Cia fell silent while tidying up her messy dress.

The motorcycle tire rotates at medium speed across a paved road that looks still crowded.

Devan put on a flat face while sitting at the end of the front seat. Devan doesn't want Cia's blood flowing and hitting him.

Cia folded both hands in front of the stomach while putting a sullen face on the rear motorcycle seat even, Cia's butt just sat on the iron part of the back.

This was all on Devan's orders that told him to put some distance between him and Devan, resulting in enough space for two people in the middle of the bike seat. 

The green light now turned red making all the riders stop.

Devan stops his motorbike right next to the man and woman who appear to be in a piggy bank. The girl was seen hugging the man tightly while looking in wonder at Devan and Cia who were giving distance in her seat.

"Cie marahan, huh?" the girl said and laughed.  

Cia threw away her face avoiding the ridicule of the girl who was still laughing.

"Crazy, it sits far away" whispered the motorist who was not far from Cia and Devan.

The red light is now changed to a green light to make all the riders scatter from the row of gas. Same with Devan.

Cia ran towards the door of the house after a tour of the motorbike which now stopped right in the yard of the house. Baby sitting on the sofa in the living room gasped after hearing the familiar motorbike. Baby ran out of the house quickly staring at Devan who had now parked his motorcycle in the yard.

"Ceooo Boss!!!" Baby screams as if excited to see Devan's return.

Brucks

Hit Cia and Baby slams to the floor.

"That swih kenapha?" Annoyed baby who is lying on the floor.

Cia didn't care about Baby's scream. With a fast run Cia ran into the house leaving Baby who was still lying on the floor staring at Cia confused.

Devan smacked his lips irritatedly staring at the blood of the former sitting Cia who seemed to wet the seat of his moto.

Devan closed his eyes as if unable to see the fresh blood that was now soaking his motorcycle seat. Devan took a deep breath...

"Ciiiii, your blood!!!" devan shouted annoyed.

Cia riveted. Sitting in closed white while staring at the white wall wc. Now that Cia doesn't know what to do, the supply of dressings in her closet is up. Cia can not go out of the house and buy the sanitary napkin without using pads. Definitely blood...

"Huh," exhorted Cia unable to think anymore.

"Ci!" Call someone from outside

Cia stared at the tightly shut WC door. It was Devan, Cia was familiar with that voice.

"Ci!" call Devan again.

"What?" cia replied annoyed.

"What's happening in Dalem?"

Cia speechless. What a stupid question Devan should he answer. Cia leaned back on her forehead, tired.

"Ci!" yell Devan again.

Devan was silent staring at the WC door which was still tightly closed. Devan doesn't understand why Cia was so long inside the wc. Did the girl sleep inside so she wouldn't come out? Devan shook his head, I don't know what kind of stupid thought landed in his brain.

Devan raised his fingers intending to knock on the white door. However, he had not had time to knock on Cia's door immediately opened the door making Devan speechless still with his finger intending to knock on the door.

"Lo"

"Van," said Cia quickly while putting on a sad face made Devan speechless not to continue his words.

"Help me!" Look at Cia expectantly.