Finding a Genius Toddler
Elivano.

Such a bright morning, as bright as the smile of Lintang who is now drying the clothes that have been in his washing, in front of his house.

“Locked heart back locked~~” sing Latitude, imitating the song in one of the applications.the song that is being viral among young people lately.

Lintang sings while jumping small jumps, even shaking her hips to the right and to the left, she now feels like a top artist performing on stage.

Lintang immediately turned his head when he felt something was pulling on his back shirt. Lintang smiled broadly to find a toddler who he helped yesterday, was holding his back shirt.

The latitude immediately hung the last shirt he hung. Then he crouched down to align himself with a toddler who is about 3 years old.

“Eh, Elivan is awake, how is the wound?does it still hurt?” Lintang asked as she fumbled Elivan's tiny body.

“hm” replied Elivan who did not understand what was said by Lintang. That answer made Lintang widen his eyes in surprise. He thought why a boy this age could be that cute to him, was it because of association? but there is no way that children his age is the age of children who are active activity.

Or maybe his parents were military so his upbringing was so harsh? could it be because of his descendants?.

“Eh, Let's go in, Aunty eh said what yes?”

asked Lintang who was confused, Elivan called him what.

“Aunty” says Elivan.

“Eh, can you speak Indonesian?” tanya Lintang, because she thought Elivan was the son of a bull who was lost, because Lintang could see the little face of Elivan who was into a bule.

“Sorry Auntie, I do not understand your language" replied Elivan who did not understand what language Lintang meant.

The latitude nodded small. Working as a waitress in the center of Indonesia makes her must be able to master English to be accepted as one of the cafe employees.

“Oh, yes sorry, let's have breakfast first” Take Lintang using English, while leading Elivan into the kitchen of his house.

“Sorry, my house is not as beautiful as your home.” said Lintang felt bad with Elivan, he thought definitely in his place of residence is very spacious and comfortable, because Lintang often sees in an application. The house of the foreigner is very nice.

“Does auntie live alone?.” asked Elivan as she turned her head to the right and left, to look for someone who lives with her now, other than the aunt who was holding her hand.

“Alright, please sit down, I'll get you a plate for mu” Latitude pull up a plastic chair that is usually used to sit down while eating.

Elivan glanced around Lintang house “Your house is very simple, but I feel comfortable here, unlike in my old house, although very large, but I do not feel comfortable there.” Elivan said when he heard the sound of Latitude footsteps.

The latitude who heard it just smiled knot, he did not know what to think, to be honest because he was never in that position.

“Come eat first, later again chat his.” Take Lintang to divert the conversation.

Twenty minutes passed, Lintang and Elivan were now sitting in the living room watching an action movie from the toddler's birthplace.

“Hmm, what's your real name” asked Lintang, although he had heard it last night, when the toddler in front of him asked for help, Lintang would ask himself clearly.

“Elivano P” replied Elivan who did not want his last name known by people who do not believe in him.

“Elivano P, why not mention your last name too?” tanya Lintang felt a little.

“I still don't trust you” Elivan replied lightly, as if the word was a common thing, Lintang nodded her head slightly as she frowned, she increasingly wanted to know exactly how old Elivan was.

“How old are you?.”

“Four years next month.” once again, Lintang only responded by nodding his head.he did not know what else to say.

“Hm, do you know where your parents are” asked Lintang, slowly, as if he did not want to offend Elivan.

“I don't want to go back to my house, I've been dumped by them.” replied Elivan straightforwardly, Elivan knows what is meant by the real Latitude question. Lintang rounded his eyes, why would a parent be willing to throw away his child?

The atmosphere is back in silence, “can you teach me how to speak Indonesian?”

Greetings, amateur writer.