Father Or Boyfriend ?
Chapter 91

"Tuh fought the same dust and dirt in the house." Show Devan again.

"What?!!!" scream Cia shock.

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Cia moved her broom carelessly with a sullen face while looking at Devan who was now busy cleaning the chair from the dust with a duster.

Today will definitely be a very tiring day for Cia. His words last night were unfulfilled by God and made him have to fight inside his own house, well, fight against the filth of the house.

Devan furrowed his brows and quickly covered his nose as the sofa he cleaned with a duster looked very dusty.

Devan stops the duster when he manages to catch a glimpse of Cia not sweeping the floor properly.

"Ci, what the hell are you doing?"

"Eat, you blind? Here I go again," said Cia stopping her broom staring at Devan sharply.

"Well, if it's a real dong."

"What is this?" Cia stopped her broom to the floor and stared at Devan in annoyance.

"Well, it's not like that."

Devan quickly stepped towards Cia while babbling, like a mother scolding her child.

"Here!" Pull Devan, emotion.

"Her shoes are like gini." Upset Devan while moving the broom gave an example of sweeping properly.

Cia pouting. In Cia's eyes, Devan is now acting like a mother scolding her newly learned son for sweeping.

"Do you know?" Devan stopped.

Cia exhaled her breath then nodded with her pouting face.

"Do you know?" ask Devan again.

"Gue knows Devan Alwiyora!" Firmly Cia advanced her face towards Devan.

Devan rewinded his face distancing Cia's face with his glaring gaze, which was ready to devour her.

"Well, broom!"

Devan stepped up, returning to his original place fixed with a duster in his right hand.

Cia moved the broom again carelessly did not do the thing that Devan had examplei made Devan grumble annoyed.

"That's really dong, Ci!" Annoyed Devan again.

"Yes, yes, yes...nih...nih satisfied lo? satisfied?"

No!!!

The broomstick was broken in Cia's hand when Cia pressed it very strongly making Cia wide in shock staring at the broomstick that was now split in two and fell to the floor telling the piece of broomstick in her hand.

"Ciaaaaaaaaaa!!!" shouts Devan.

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Devan is now rubbing dirty clothes in a black basin filled with detergent to produce white foam there while Cia lifts the frothy clothes and rinses them in a large basin filled with clean water.

Devan squeezes the frothy clothes and throws them into a black basin right in front of Cia who is now busy yawning wide.

Prak!!!

The water from the basin slammed into Cia's extremely sleepy face.

"Aaaaah Devan ah!!!!" Upset Cia while drying her face with the tip of her shirt quickly.

"Well sorry," he didn't look.

"Wouldn't you want to wash your clothes?"

"Well, what is this?" Point Devan at the basket with dirty clothes.

"Partially it's all in your clothes basin."

"Why do you keep wearing Cia's clothes?"

Cia glanced at Devan's face with a thoughtful look, whether Devan really did it accidentally or he was just revenge because Cia had broken the broom earlier. Huh, this can't be allowed.

Shrim

Flush Cia with her fingers towards Devan's face with a sly look.

Devan closed his eyes quickly before the water hit his eyes. Devan's face and clothes are now soaked because of Cia's flush.

"Lo crazy, yeah?" Look at Devan annoyed.

"This is the new name of the battle," said Cia full of pressure.

"What do you mean?"

"Devan was nyiram Cia, well, Cia has been flushed back."

"Gue was unintentional."

"It's up to me. I don't want to know, if I get wet, well, you have to get wet too."

Devan nibbled his lips in annoyance . It felt like Devan wanted to strangle his son's neck after the answer came out of Cia's mouth.

What kind of kid is this?

Devan threw the filthy, frothy clothes into the black basin with great annoyance and even multiplied his case to make the water in the special basin rinse it away soaked Cia's face.

"Ah Devan!!!" cia's screams were now closing her eyes.

"Sana you're out mopping!" peeka Devan is upset.

Cia fell silent again Devan told him before the job was done in his hands. Cia grumbled in annoyance and then got up from the small stool he was sitting on.

"Basstaff!!!" cia shouted as she walked away.

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"Aah!!!" cia shouted while squeezing a powerful mop that was inside a black bucket filled with water.

"A lot tired." She frowned, wiping the sweat that poured from her forehead.

Cia slammed the mop onto the floor then rubbed it gently. It feels Cia can not stand cleaning the house in addition, today is the first day of menstruation and this is very tiring.

Cia again squeezed the mop over the mouth of the bucket with water that is now brownish.

"That's dirty." Look at Cia disgusted.

Cia is silent now. If the thing he did was exhausting then what about his mother who always did this every morning did not even forget to prepare breakfast for him.

Devan ran out through the floor that Cia pel had just painstakingly brought along a black bucket of clean clothes ready to be dried outside.

Cia gaped at the clean floor, which now has Devan's legs when Devan runs.

"Ah Devan ah!!!" cia shouted scratching her non-itchy head.

"Sorry, Hi!!! Sorry!!!" devan shouted not to stop his running.

Cia complained heavily this time it felt like she was really very tired. The floor that he mops with full energy now has to mop it again from the beginning.

"If ajah Devan is not my father I've giggled no one!!!" Upset Cia.

"Well God, why did you give me a father like Devan?"

Cia took a deep breath trying to be patient with this ordeal. With a smile Cia mopped the floor from Devan's step.

Devan squeezed and flicked his white clothes, which was none other than the uniform Cia let out water and dried it on the clothesline that stretched from the wooden trunk that was implanted into the ground.

Devan dried the laundry that was in the bucket seriously did not realize that from that moment the horde of girls who were jogging that morning looked at him.

"That's really good."

"Yes yeah."

"Oh, already handsome, diligent again ahhh my dream," they whispered while pretending to heat his body with a warm-up movement across the road.

Mita swerved while competing for the tip of her worm hair that she placed in front of her chest. Mita stopped her steps then looked seriously at the group of girls who were whispering to each other staring at Devan who was still drying her laundry.