BABY SECRET
Chapter 17: Acceleration Class

“Mas?” exclaims Sofia widened her eye bead.

Tama gurgling, reflex poking his lips strongly because of keceplosan talk. A smile spread from his lips, staring at the mother and child behind him. “Sorry, joking, Sofia,” muttered the man was back in focus driving.

He was most afraid of making his heart grow inflamed. Because of Sofia, the type of person whose peak of anger was silence. For Tama, Sofia's silence was more painful than diomeli's.

“Could be, Om?” responsa Nino stretches a hug.

“Now, Honey. Om kidding,” Sofia said quickly. The woman completely froze her heart. Not easily touched by anyone, the trauma was still deeply rooted in his heart.

‘Huft! How else should I, Sofia,’ sigh Tama in heart.

“Oh yes, Sof. Some people are interested in Nino. She wanted to work with him on their record label. These big companies, just accept the net, for marketing, copyright, record process, all taken care of their major labels. How's it? Interested in?” tawang Tama's.

Sofia was silent, she looked at her son while thinking. Those clear eyes looked sparkling with such a sweet smile.

“No, Mas. I just want to give you a container to channel Nino's hobby. My goal is not to hire him! I can still afford to give him a living. It was the name of child exploitation, Mas,” firmly Sofia hugged her son.

“Ma, Nino kok seneng, anything related to violin. Absolutely no object.” Nino tries to seduce her mother. Because her dream is to make her mom proud.

“Nah, Nino is just a twilight. So not exploitation, Sof. Later can be made singles, or even collaborative albums with famous artists. Nino, you'll be a superstar!” tama shouted at the end of his speech.

Still looking heavy-hearted, Sofia looked at her expectantly glowing son. He cannot break the spirit of his heart. “What's your school going to be like, Darling?”

“Quiet aja, Sof. From the company, it will be facilitated home schooling. If you still want to study in old school is not a problem, but to catch up, there are private lessons for him too. After all he's just as smart as you are. This is a golden opportunity in my opinion. Because Nino will be the pioneer of the violin for the first time. I am sure it will explode in the market, Sof,” said Tama who has understood the proposal of cooperation.

“Mmm .. I thought about it. I don't want Nino depressed and exhausted,” Sofia said.

“Alright, I wait for the good news. If you've made up your mind, let me know.” immediately

“Mas, thank you very much for everything,” said the woman.

“Do not hesitate, Sofia.” Tama breathed a sigh of relief. Although the look of the face was still flat as usual.

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“Where's Nino, Bi?” sofia asked as she did not see her son at the dinner table. The clock is almost 06:30.

“It seems after dawn prayers, Den Nino sleeps again, Mom,” said Bi Sri who has worked in the house for several years.

“Cock tumben?” Sofia frowned. Unplugging the intention to sit on the chair he had drawn.

Today is indeed a school holiday, only guardians are present to take the class increase report card. After two days back from Jakarta, Nino just kept quiet at home. While fiddling with his laptop.

“Nino, Mama in yes,” said Sofia touching the doorknob.

“Iya, Ma,” Nino said in a hoarse voice.

Fearing that something happened, Sofia immediately pushed open the door and sauntered quickly. Surprised when his son was curled up under a thick blanket.

“Nino, are you sick?” sofia asked touching her son's forehead. “Foam!” his murmur went to reach for the thermometer to check Nino's body temperature.

“Nino is okay, Ma. Later late take the report card,” said Nino.

“Not anything too late, Mama did not calm you. Mama eat first, keep taking the medicine. Why be quiet anyway, son,” Omel Sofia rushed out to prepare the porridge for Nino. He himself is struggling in the kitchen, no matter will spend time and make it late.

An hour later, Sofia had just left for Nino's school, after her son's condition improved. Nino also fell asleep after taking fever-lowering medication. Sofia's been called by her homeroom class repeatedly.

“Bi, please accompany Nino. If there's anything soon my phone, Bi,” Sofia said before leaving.

“Good, Mom. Careful,” reply Bi Sri rushed to Nino's room.

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Sofia's car is still in the workshop, so she is forced to take a taxi. Although Tama every second offered to drive her anywhere, Sofia refused.

“Good morning, Mom. Sorry I'm late. Nino is sick, Mom,” Sofia said after knocking on the door.

“Please come in, Mom,” said the woman in the teacher's uniform kindly.

Only one Sofia, all the guardians of the students have taken their respective children's rapots. Sofia sits opposite Nisa, Nino's homeroom teacher.

“Bu, this is the result of learning Nino for one year. His achievements are incredible. At a time when many of his friends are not fluent in reading, Nino has even memorized the material out of his head. All tasks are also done quickly and the value is satisfactory,” praise Bu Nisa shows a result of learning Nino.

“Alhamdulillah,” muttered Sofia staring at all the A values listed on the Nino learning report.

“Unfortunately, Nino is lacking in communication, Mom. Silent, unwilling to mingle with his friends. But academically, his ability is on par with 3rd grade lessons. We have proven ourselves by highlighting 3rd class problems. The result was beyond suspicion. Nino is very special, Bu.”

Again Sofia muttered gratefully. His lips smiled with pride. Nino's intelligence, completely decreased from Sofia.

Sofia receives an accelerated class offer for Nino, who immediately jumps to 3rd class. Moreover, the results of the child's IQ test, above average.

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Sofia hurried home in a panic, when Bi Sri called and said there was blood coming out of Nino's nose. In the taxi, the woman cried and asked the driver to get home.

“Pak, please wait a minute. I want to take my son to the hospital!” sofia rushed down. A little raise the gown he wears, to make it easier to run.

“Nino!” call Sofia with a trembling voice directly hugging her son tightly. His face was deathly pale, his eyes closed. The blood scars have been cleaned, but they still appear to be traces of redness.

Sofia's heart was strong, but she tried hard. Sofia immediately carried her son, walking slowly down the stairs. Suppressing the excess panic, even though inside his heart was rumbling violently at this moment.

“You are strong, dear,” said Sofia stroking Nino's head.

Bi Sri also ran to open the door, to get into the taxi car that was still waiting for Sofia.

“Please hurry a little, Sir. To the hospital!” sofia's orders tightly hugged Nino who was on her lap.

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