For Sale My Stepfather

Chapter 09

A few weeks had passed, Dea and Dika were now getting more familiar. Like today, Dea whined to come with Dika busking in the streets. Because he felt bored just staying at home, besides that he also wanted to find a job vacancy.

Because not always he expects Dika to buy all his needs, let alone they only know a few weeks.

“You sure you want to come? What if that guy catches you back?” tanya Dika is preparing.

“I'll go undercover, just like you.”

Dika frowned in wonder.

“I don't understand what you're talking about,” Dika said.

“Do not pretend to be stupid. Every day you wear that black powder, I wonder why you wear it. Are you undercover?” ask Dea curiously.

“Ck .. You don't need to know. Get ready, I'll wait for you outside. Wear this and also the hat,” he said handed a black powder that is very safe for the skin.

Dea nodded enthusiastically.

Finished preparing, Dika barely recognized Dea's face. Because previously the skin of Dea so white and smooth now turned black brown.

“Ayo,” invite Dea while confirming the hat.

Dika nodded.

“Dea, you are still not safe at this time. I'm afraid the man is looking for you,” he said as he waited for a taxi or angkot passing by.

“Do you know from where if that guy is still looking for me? Actually I'm not afraid of that guy, what I'm afraid of is my dad.”

“Stepfather?” Dika looked surprised.

“Iya,” sahut it's short.

Dea ventured to tell everything, from the beginning he was sold by his stepfather at a fantastic price.

“I'm sure that guy won't recognize me, but I'm not sure about Dad. Most likely Dad recognized me,” he said.

“Then you're home.”

“No, no. I want to find a job too, I don't want to trouble you forever.”

“Don't talk like that, I don't feel at all bothered.”

Dea just shook her head slowly.

“I still have to find a job,” he said slowly.

“If it's your decision, I can't ban you.” Dika said that with a sad face, but he tried to hide it.

“Mm ... Dica. Do you live alone as I do? I never saw your family coming home,” asked Dea carefully, not wanting to offend Dika. He was also curious about Dika, because for several weeks living in the house Dika he did not see the Dika family at all.

Dika smiled wryly.

“I have complete parents and I also have brothers and sisters.”

“Then where are they?” ask Dea again.

“They ...” Dika hung his words.

“That taxi is coming, let's go.” Pulling Dea's hand.

Dea could not force Dika to speak again, Dea was very sure that Dika was not a random man. Seen from the way he spoke that looked like a respectable person, even so very friendly and polite.

In angkot (city transport) Dea secretly stole a look at Dika, he also wondered why Dika made his face into a black and ugly man. Though Dika is very handsome and also white if not using the blackening powder.

Arriving at the usual place Dika hang out and also busking at the red light. Not only at red lights, Dika busking from stall to stall.

Dea also contributed, he sang according to his ability accompanied by a small guitar Dika.

“Huh, hot once!” dea complained as they were resting under a large tree.

“This drink first,” said Dika handed a bottle of cold mineral water to Dea.

Dea immediately took the bottle, it was clear if Dea was very thirsty.

Netra Dea accidentally caught her stepfather in the shade of the same tree, Dea's hands immediately shook and she immediately hid behind the tree so that her father would not see her.

Dika looked astonished, because he saw Dea who looked frightened.

“What's up?” ask Dika.

“Ssttt ...” he put his index finger on his own lips, so that Dika does not invite him to speak and give a code using his eyes.

Instantly Dika understood immediately, he turned his head towards the middle-aged man who was repairing his motorbike which looked on strike.

Dika was about to get out of his seat, but Dea held his hand.

“Where are you going?” ask Dea slowly.

“Sit idle,” sahut.

Dika continued his steps, then approached his father Dea.

“Why with the motor Sir?” ask Dika politely.

“Entah, why can strike,” sahut.

“Can I see it?” tanyakanya.

Dika intends to help the motorbike back on and his father Dea immediately leave the place.

When it looks to tinker with the motor, before long the motor is back on perfectly.

The look on the face of the middle-aged man was visible.

“Wah, thank you very much.”

“It looks like this motor needs to be serviced to the workshop, can not travel far. If you may know, where are you going?” ask Dika.

He deliberately asked like that, because he wanted to know where he was going.

“I'm looking for my son, because it's been a few weeks not coming home. I miss him a lot,” he said with a sad face to make up.

Dea even heard clearly the words of his stepfather, he actually loved his father. However, the thought of her father selling her made her even more resentful.

“What you've seen, here's the photo.” Shows Dea's photo on her phone screen.

Dika staring at the photo, Dea is indeed very beautiful let alone a happy smile emanated in the latest photo.

Dika shook his head slowly.

“Oke well, then I excuse.”

Dika nodded his head again, while giving a smile.

Dea seemed to sigh in relief, seeing the departure of her father.

“It's safe, let's go home,” invite Dika to pull Dea's hand.

Dea looked at Dika's hand that was unhesitatingly holding her hand, for some reason her heart immediately beat fast.

“Dea, what do you think?”

“Hah, no.”

Dea followed Dika's steps from behind.

“Are you hungry?” dika asked, overhearing Dea's stomach ringing.

Dea smiled embarrassedly, then shook her head.

“We ate at the stall,” take Dika.

“Eh, no. Eating at home, the money busking not too much. What if less for your needs?” subtly push Dea.

“Don't think of it.” Pull Dea's hand into the food stall.

When he ordered a meal for the two of them, Dea looked very greedy to eat the food.

When he smiled, he even stole a glance at Dea. Although her face looks black, for some reason Dea is still beautiful.

“Bu, does this shop open a job? If anything, I'm willing to work.” Dea asked the owner of the stall who was tidying up the other table.

Dika who initially looked happy, the look on his face immediately turned sad.

“Waduh neng, not unwilling to hire people. But, Mother's income is mediocre. So, can't pay people yet,” says.

Dea looks lethargic.

“You want to work?” tanyakanya.

“Iya, I want to work and can spend money.”

“But neng, pounded Mother there who just stopped working as art in a luxury house because she wanted to get married. Who knows there is not a job vacancy, if neng is interested Mom can give phone number ponakan Mother,” proposed by the owner of the stall.

Dea was silent for a moment, Netra Dika and Dea looked at each other for a moment. He immediately looked away, enjoying the food again.

“By me, Bu.”

The owner of the shop recorded his number on a small paper, then gave it to Dea and did not forget he also thanked him.

After busking, Dika was more silent. Dea was even confused by Dika's suddenly changing attitude, but Dea tried to ignore it and tried to think positively.

Strayed in his mind at this moment, he remembered Diana and what about Diana there.

“Diana, patience. I will definitely come to help you when I am safe from my father. I will definitely come to help you and gather the evidence,” he said in his heart.

***

Elsewhere, his stepfather had arrived at his home.

However, he sees a car belonging to Alex parked in front of his house. As sure as it is, Alex will definitely ask for the money back.

“Hai .. It's been a week I gave you time, now also give me my money back!” he looked at the man in front of him, even his position still did not enter the house.

“We go in first, Sir.”

“Ck ...” Alex clucked in annoyance.

“Bring him in the car!” alex orders his men.

The middle-aged man had rebelled, but his strength was unable to fight the two burly men.

His father Dea was only resigned, because he was unable to return the money and also did not find the existence of his stepson who was sold by him.

Alex looks so angry that he does not want to give another chance for Dea's stepfather to talk.

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